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 Valery Stepanovich sat in the kitchen and waited for a hemp. It was nauseous to live outside the gloom, the merciful hiding the poverty of his beggar apartment: moldy walls, dirty floor, stool chairs, a sticky table with sucks to it with cockroachasmi drums. Valery Stepanovich was bent the confidence. Mockery caricature of his own helplessness. It was difficult for him to walk, and stand - even harder, so even wash a huge effort to wash one plate. He would be happy to hire a housewife, but a storm disabled allowance was hardly enough for bread, which bought a compassional neighbor for him. She also endured garbage bags that Valery Stepanovich barely dotatic to the entrance door, but never offered to help with cleaning. Valery Stepanovich knew why. In the apartment stood disgusting SMRArad. The source of him was Valery Stepanovich himself. Hands listened to him even worse than the legs, so attempts to wash out turned into a painful procedure that occupied the whole day. On such a feat, he decided only once a few months. Anyway, he could not scrape the smell of non-extent from its aging body. He could not get used to this vony, could not get used to his current life. Only darkness facilitated her ability to easily. Valery Stepanovich loved the darkness. Loved from ornamental years. How well dreamed in it, how it was easy to forget the care, who gave it to the day! Only in the evening, in silence and loneliness, when the whole world was finally released from the fuss, the soul of Valery Stepanovich acquired peace. Schoolboy, he moved to the darkness of the exploits and adventures, in the student years of the darkness accompanied his impulses of inspiration, when the heart sang poems about the love and beauty of life, and later the darkness became the only one A tool to learn away the fatigue after the working day and put in order to the void thoughts. Several times the darkness served him a salvation. Maybe not life, but for sure, - when he was hidden in dark corners from a local spline or rabbish drunkards. Yes, darkness was his friend. But why was she so cruel to others? Mother Valeria Stepanovich worked at the factory. Once she dropped a fountain pen, and she rolled into a dark corner. Of course, she was known in which deplorable state is the factory equipment, but in the dark it did not see the bare wires. Valery Stepanovich buried his mother when he was 12 years old, and his father was much later, being an adult married man. Father went from the forest, with heavy canices, full of spring water. That was the first numbers of March, when the cold just retreated, but it was still early. Maybe, in the afternoon, in the world, he would notice how with a hard land he moved to a thin ice of the lake, he was lined with snow ... Valery Stepanovich went from Moscow to his own outback on the funeral, Leaving the house of a young pregnant wife. In the same evening he was laid on another terrible news. The wife went to the store for milk - and slipped on the stairs at the entrance. Wife saved. The child is not. Valery Stepanovich wished the deaths of the bastards that doused the staircase with some slippery rubbish, but in the depths of the soul, something was imposed. Because he remembered that on their floor for several days as a lamp burned out, and in the evenings there was a non-fringe darkness. Wife left for a long time from shocks. But a few years later, Valery Stepanovich was still a happy father. The born boy was healthy and strong, and his eyes turned blue, like the late grandfather. With these eyes, the son was noticed by much, which eluded the others, and then deftly endured his observations into the album for drawing. Later, these children's cards replaced the sad canvas. The life of Valery Stepanovich acquired the status of measured and reliable. The dark events of the past years were gradually forgotten. Peaceful troubles and family life have already become a mental stronghold, which nothing can destroy. Alas. It seems that the son inherited from Valery Stepanovich his misfortune. At the age of twenty, he survived the same grief that was overtaking his father at twelve. His mother died. In the dark. Through the loss of Valery Stepanovich again felt that the sick alarm, for the first time the colonous his heart for the first time. He understood that it was stupid to blame the darkness in the death of his wife, because any woman risks, returning home on the dark, late in the evening. His wife died from the hands of a man who was now rotted in one of the colonies of the strict regime, but still, nevertheless ... Still Valery Stepanovich could not remember that at least one person he would have met his death in the world's light. The exception was his son. Darkness deprived the young man's life as everyone else. She did slowly, perverted, climbing once to his eyes. Doctors called the cause of shock from the death of a loved one and assured that it would be going through. Valery Stepanovich believed them. He already guessed that they were mistaken - but it was no longer anything else. A few years later, the son completely lost sight. And with the vision - everything else. From the small years, he was preparing to become an artist. But what is an artist without an eye? Useless cripple, capable only hanging a stone on the neck of the father. The son was a proud person. Not from those that can accept such a position. He died, stepped from the 18th floor of the day of broad day. But Valery Stepanovich knew that at the time of the death of the son surrounded the darkness. Once the son asked him: "Dad, really, in my eyes, will it always be dark? .." What ... Valery Stepanovich understood his son. They were always like him. Death seemed enough reasonable way out. And Valery Stepanovich decided that he did not circulate. He was a man organized, judicial. As in any case, here he provided everything to the smallest detail. Without a fuss, passed through the nearest forest, looked at the most deserted place. There, I also found a suitable tree with a large and strong branch that grew up with a side of the trunk. With the choice of rope, she also did not hurry - she said everything they were in the construction market. The day also chose not immediately. Poddaal the middle of the working week, the gloomy autumn Thursday, when the forest will definitely be free from unwanted witnesses. But still went only in the evening, through the selected twilight. It seemed to him to meet death in the dark, as it happened to everyone he loved. Valery Stepanovich was easily found the chosen tree, attached a high stool, which captured from the house, he pounded the rope and had already prepared to see his son, his wife, mother with dad. But no. Darkness saved Valeria Stepanovich even against his own will. Two elderly mushrooms were diverted on the dark forest and completely accidentally went there, where in the world day the step would not go. Straight to the tree Valeria Stepanovich. They saved him exactly at the moment when the lack of air was already sufficiently drained the brain Valery Stepanovich, making it from it a nickned disabled. Ischemic stroke almost deprived him of the opportunity to move, and, therefore, the second chance on a light escape from life. That's then Valery Stepanovich understood. Only after no dim, he realized that his sympathy for the dark could have been mutual. However, the darkness showed feelings in his own way: with Babiye Jealous, represented, not wanting to give away to others, it did not want to let it be for Valery Stepanovich, but it seems that his old girlfriend achieved his own. Because here it, immobilized and helpless, slowly rotches in his apartment, where only the darkness allowed to forget about what is now Valery Stepanovich. He squeezed the intersecting bitter tea and wrinkled when the mouth was drowned in his mouth. From somewhere, the peaceful sounds of the sacrificing city were heard: laughter of children and screams of their mothers, the beeps of cars, Voronene wheezes. And the two-room tomb of Valery Stepanovich continued to rest in silence. For a moment he even seemed that he was finally alone. It was a pleasant, but deceptive feeling: the sky outside the window was all thick, the shadows became longer, and the darkness slowly chose everything closer. xxxx