Hanna's house was built 80 years ago. The exterior plaster was peeling from the walls, and most of the windows had broken glass. It was very dark inside, so Hanna always carried a candle. Despite this, she had more than once bumped into the armchair that was placed by the door to keep it from opening in drafts.
Hanna lived in a dark, old house shrouded in a mysterious fog. From the outside, it looked as if it were about to crumble into sand. No one but Hanna entered it, which made him very bored. Sometimes, for amusement, he would place the armchair in Hanna's path while she was groping around, so she could fall on it and break her gums. Then the house would laugh until the plaster fell off.
A stream flowed nearby, with a neat bed. Sometimes Hanna would soak in it like butter. She also liked to splash in it, and then the curtains were always drawn. For some reason, Hanna felt a certain distaste and discomfort while bathing in the stream, even after emerging. Her skin and hair were slightly sticky.
Sometimes, wanting to get rid of Hanna even for a moment, the house would also cut off the water supply just when Hanna wanted to bathe. Then, wise Hanna would go to the stream in her skimpy robe to wash her body. But when she shed her robe, the house would quickly draw the curtains, for it couldn't bear to look at this filth. Although it knew full well why Hanna looked worse and worse with each bath. Hanna would soak in the stream, unaware that the stream just behind the house curved and made a circle, returning to Hanna. And when Hanna emerged from the stream, the house would immediately turn on the water from the taps, because it couldn't stand the stench emanating from Hanna's figure.
Hanna was many years old. Hanna had once had a beau, but he died tragically one spring. It was a great love. At least she thought so. She liked to occasionally shove something in his face to eat, like a meatball. But one day, the bachelor stopped eating the meatballs, which left Hanna desperate. She thought he might have caught a tapeworm in the stream. So one day, she made him French fries. And that was the last time she saw her beau.
The bachelor stayed with Hanna, counting on the financial benefits of owning such a large house on a fast-flowing stream. He felt a certain fondness for Hanna. Although he thought she was probably gravely ill, because she wouldn't look like that otherwise, and that he would soon inherit the house. He also enjoyed the food she served him. However, one beautiful, albeit foggy, day, the bachelor surprised Hanna in the kitchen. And then he saw delicious ground meatballs lying in a hot pan, into which Hanna was squeezing suet from her braid to prevent them from burning. Then the bachelor vomited into a toilet bowl. And when he refused her the cutlet for the first time, he saw tears in the woman's eyes. But he was a tough man. After that, he ate nothing more, especially when he remembered those delicious salads with mayonnaise or herring in oil. He lost and lost weight, and one day he decided to run away. Before he could do so, however, Hanna caught up with him, carrying a bowl of delicious fries. The bachelor then told her to set the table and wait for him. Meanwhile, he wanted to escape. The only way out, however, was through the creek. He stood there, panting, just as he was about to enter. However, the house refused to get rid of its only normal inhabitant, so he pulled back the curtains, and Hanna saw the bachelor trying to escape through the creek. She ran after him. He was already halfway across the creek when he saw Hanna, bounding toward him. Then the bachelor opened his mouth to scream, "Niiieeeeeee!!!!!!", but suddenly Hanna's urine came rushing in, and he choked to death. Not that he would die from it, but anyone would die from despair.
Hanna loved going to the attic. There, she could work on her figure in privacy, dance to imaginary music, and perform various tricks. Back then, she wore ballet flats, a pink bow in her hair, and a tight blue swimsuit. Since Hanna didn't have a radio, she sang various songs to herself, knowing that dancing without music was pointless. One day, however, an accident occurred and Hanna was annihilated.
The house was quite intelligent and normal. That's why he couldn't bear to look at Hanna's figure and her twitching to the rhythm of her own grunts and moans. But he endured it patiently, knowing it was the only thing in Hanna's life that brought her joy. But one day he couldn't take it anymore. Hanna decided to take off her ballet slippers while dancing and put on high heels to look more alluring. And when she started moving, the house closed all the windows in disgust so she wouldn't have to look at it. So Hanna, surprised by the sudden darkness, decided to go downstairs for a candle. However, as she was going downstairs, the distraught house knocked her down the stairs, knowing she'd break in those high heels anyway. But this time she got up, trembling and shaken by the whole situation, and suddenly felt a strange taste in her mouth. She went to the mirror and, with horror, saw that her nose was broken. Tears began to stream down her face. She thought to herself that life was pointless now, that now everything looked ugly, and that she would never be able to look in the mirror again, seeing her ugliness. So, carried by a surge of emotion, she ran out of the house and rushed toward the stream to drown herself. The house opened all the curtains and began to flash its lights joyfully. With a scream, Hanna drowned in the stream and floated away into the blue distance, only to return a moment later. Thunderous applause erupted outside.
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