My fault I knew that there could not be bought.

 For idiots, they even put a sign, where the red on the white brought "to swim is forbidden!" But when did you stop bans? We all went on this pond, and no signboards could hold me. And Mashkina are miserable objections - too. Did it really be in life in life to leave on vacation to your native village, I do not jump from Tarzanka to the middle of the pond? And I will not help do the same mask? Oh well! Our modest, with hair, forever raised on the back of the head in the rat tail, quietly tugged on babe, while I am fun blotched. It was useless to take it to weakly, and therefore I pressed the conscience and the joyful fact of the meeting of the old girlfriends. I would still - for the last time we saw her on the graduation. And here. She sat then-groaning in his red dress with a ridiculous long loop, which was sitting on her bony figure, like a cow saddle. He suffering from the fact that the first guy in the village and in the class of Leshka Hydvonkin, the entire evening was contacted in the corners with the first beauty class of Martynovoy. It did not work out to be blocked by his sudden transformation. Coldushet's crystal dream crashed about the duty: as she was a scratch-like Mashka Zaitsevoy, it remained. I dragged with my wife Smirnov and a bottle of wine at all for other purposes, but the female solidarity took the top, and the ring went to seek comfort elsewhere. And we also sat under the tree, with a tarzan-chatting on it, tormented the bottle straight out of the throat, then pouring into drunk tears, then we can only seek something clear only to us. We broke up in the morning satisfied with each other, for the past eight years. Now she was sitting under the tree, and the rope swore over her head like a gallows, creaking under my weight. Looks like, the years Mashoste couldned: there was a feeling that we saw only yesterday - the same tail and the same teeth curves. In my opinion, even a faded T-shirt, tosing thin shoulders, remained the same. Mashka smiled thoughtfully, squinting on the setting sun. She did not tell almost nothing about himself, only quietly nodded in response to my ranting. - Well, everything is your turn, - I flopped on the grass and reached out, under the sunset rays. - Maybe not? - Pupils expanded it, and panic reflected on the face. "I don't know anything," I waved my hand. - Come on, come on! Masha gently pulled jeans and climbed on a tree. And he hung on a tarzanka, pursing his legs and clutching into the rope. - Panty! - I gave her to the top of the kick. The Masha was thinned and clutched into the rope even stronger. - Uh! And she, ridiculous waving his hands, plunged into the water near the shore. I again went on the grass, forgetting about the cluster Mashka, sleepily dreaming about returning home to the jar of pair milk ... I woke up from my dreams to fifteen minutes later, when I suddenly realized that I didn't hear the Mashkian whims about my Worry and silence. I looked at the smooth surface of the pond and did not believe that the Mashka could do that with me. I screamed and called her, trying to appeal to conscience. Then he began to dive. Already in the night, knocking her teeth, evil and wet, I went home, singer the mask's gray mouse with her idiotic jokes. She probably sat for a long time ago and still smiled in the space with her blessed smile. The next morning I woke up late, with a buzzing head. And barely managed to swallow the glass for some reason completely tasteful milk, as aunt flew to the house and squeezed right from the threshold: - Lord, the misfortune of what! Do you remember Masha, what did you study with you in the same class? So - she also stood ... Today they found her clothes on the lake. On where the french. And after all, everyone knows that it is impossible to jump there! Such a young one, so young ... her mother, Larisa, is killed ... Grit, she swam badly - that it stretches there? Well it is necessary, what a judge is ... And her wedding should be in a week ... So we walked ... And they say, Leshka, he decided to marry her just because she was in her burden. He fell her baby to her baby. Well, even though it would be soaked, and then the current drinks and walks, walks and drinks ... what a grief is what! What will happen now? .. I became stuffy. Aunt Taya has been launched for a long time, netting on life injustice, but I wanted to scream wildly. Panting, I got to my room and fell on the bed. Mutil me. The body of the Mushki did not find it. Aunt Taja ran a couple of times, telling how rustic guys dived into the lake. About police and divers. About the tears of Mashkina Mother and hitting a hide-drunk. I was silent. Why? And therefore. Because you do not return. Because it is useless. Because this is their life that does not have anything to do with me. Because I will leave and I will remember what has happened as a bad dream. Because forget. Must forget. I did not want to see neither the grew to the Larisa, nor a drunken leg. I did not want to see extended macash pupils. And frightened face. I woke up cold. The heat in this july was incredible, and I tried to go to bed with open windows, not covered, so that at least some kind of thorough night air touched the body. And here - frozen. I lay, bored, knocking my teeth. Legs reduced. The muscles twisted in a tight knot with such a force that painted pain in the eyes. And then suddenly let me go. I lay on the bed covered with cold later, exhausted and broken, grabbing a viscous hot air. On the shaking legs got to the window and, having to go to the windowsill, tried to impass. I stood in a pool of water. Warm and nasty. Leaving the wet traces, shredding in the moonlight, I was precedring with the bed with a strange fingers brought together wet sheets from the bed. I fell into sleep right away, as in the pool. Black and impenetrable. The next day I quietly gathered and left. Still, the past should remain in the past. He will never become a real. Life is handing me with a new force, and the memories of an unsuccessful vacation safely assumed in a distant corner of consciousness, not disturbed and not disturbed by silent summer nights. After about a couple of weeks after returning home, I woke me a call on the door. I lied for a long time with your open eyes and a beating heart. Who comes in the night of a deaf to a lonely girl? Still hoping that this someone just made a mistake door, I tiptoe tipped to the entrance door and looked into the eyes. From there I was watching someone's eye. Huge, convex, faded, with burst bloody streaks. I wondered and darted into the bathroom. I locked and focused on the floor, hugging his knees, swinging from side to the side, knocking his teeth from horror. It did not see me. I did not see. It could not see me. This is from the inside, everything can be seen, and outside ... Finally, I calmed down, even a slightly ashamed of what I took a thoughtless of a neighbor for some kind of creature and crawled to the door, listening. Silence. Nobody leaked into the keyhole and did not rattle the bones. I nervously giggled and rose to my feet. It came to the sink to wash, looked up and looked in the mirror. And thinly bored. From the mirror I was looking at a blue swollen creature with a nowedly swollen skin. Tangled hair wet roared a shapeless face. I touched the wet head, pulled out my hand and quietly bored, looking at my own palm with bunting skin, to which the hairmba closed. I pulled out myself strands, laid them around the edges of the sink, pouring into tears and upwards. Soon on the head were formalized. Through them looked through the dead flesh - she did not bleed, but only gapped a dilated piece of meat. I fell down the swollen face and the skin was burst under my fingers and made of cracks, mixing with tears, fluttering a muddy rotary liquid. I was supported by rotten water right into the sink. I was recalled when I saw there the wriggling leech. I squeezed to chryry, before the lack of air. I squeal until the strength was over, the expired by Magnia, feeling how inside me there is something nasty and living. I woke up in my own bed without hearing the alarm. Yes, I was not able to go to work. Long did not decide to look into the bathroom. There was no hair. The mirror reflected the usual - the truth, I was loyal, frightened and trembling. But still - me. Live. I was not solved even longer to get out of the house. I stumbled stupidly on the front door in the apartment. It even seemed to me that smelling tina. Marsh. Decay. It seemed to me. I cautiously closed the door. The next night, the door was called again. I lay on the bed, unable to move, and the call thundered all louder and louder, echoed by a blank apartment. I lay, covered with a blanket with a blanket, climbing, whispering about myself prayers of his own invention. And then it began. At first I felt the smell of rotten meat. Then he stopped feeling his own body. It seemed that it would bloom, like an air ball. Language in the mouth swollen, squeezing the tenting teeth. From the throat instead of a cry, only wheezed. I tried to throw off the blanket, but the muscles did not obey. I managed only to fall from the bed with a loud pasta sound. My stomach burst and the insides fell right on the palace, stuck with a dark mass. I did not feel anything other than sticky horror that I devoured me from the inside. It seemed a little more and I would go crazy. When my eyes led, a blessed darkness came. The brain died. It repeats every night. Calls call, and I die. I cut the wires. And anyway, the call of the call, once again, pulls me out of restless sleep, and everything begins again. I have no strength. I'm tired. What should I do? Go to church? Repent? Beat yourself in breasts with screams: "My wines!" To run away? Is it possible? Open the door and ask what I need it from me? Do you actually die to join her? She is bored and lonely? Does she blame me what happened to her? What did I throw it? What did not save? What? .. Only she is aware of answers to my questions. But I can't make myself open the door and look into her eyes. Maybe once in the morning I still do not wake up and then I find out. Rather ... xxxxx