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        It laid with a bullet wound in a stomach and, already having overcome a pain, with 
Some dispassionateness observed of how it on drops leaves 
Life. And business was at all in blood though it has flowed out decently – it 
Has impregnated a shirt and jeans, and the stain on sand has become similar to a cut 
The frozen meat. Blood and a life – not always same. Blood simply 
Was turned off, became food for any creatures, together with breaking up 
Flesh supported circulation of substances. With a life as he thought, all was 
Much more hopelessly. It disappeared completely every second, and every second 
Goodness knows where from and on whose will the new portion – as if a breath arrived. Now 
To it have blocked oxygen. But it is possible, the mix was only a narcosis. 
        If earlier any fortuneteller has told to it, that he will die because of 
Women, he would burst out laughing and has sent it to all devils, not having paid not a stiver. 
To die because of other person silly and it is useless. At whom would suffice 
Impudence to die instead of Jesus Christ? Would not mean this wreck of the Plan? 
There would be no it a gift to a Satan? 
        But the dying man felt too nasty for similar 
Questions. It did not prepare for a meeting neither with Jesus, nor with a devil. It in general 
For what did not prepare, because considered itself deceived. In the remained 
Minutes he tried to reconcile to absurd of death only. Earlier, when it 
Was young and healthy, it turned out at it without special work. A phrase «all there 
Let's be »equalised geniuses and idiots, heroes and rascals, sacred and bastards. 
Now he felt improbable bitterness, because that has given in on the primitive 
Nature dodge, has allowed heart to get the best of reason. And heart of the man 
Is it is known where... 
        He liked the woman because of whom died, but it changed nothing. 
Means, the love was force, which kills and the more so necessary keep 
From it far away. He has forgotten about care and has paid for the nonsense. 
        Now, when in its body there was ever less blood, a love 
Has become something far, almost forgotten and lost, as the star sky 
The childhood – that sky, which else inspired trembling before infinity and 
Eternity, instead of a grey cap over a dustbin undividedly belonging 
To biped rats. 
        It has hardly taken away a hand which clamped a wound. The hand was very much 
Heavy and another's. To fingers the paper money which too has been filled in with blood has stuck; 
Money of colour of a decline, the passion, the bitten lips, night despair... He looked 
On the crimson palm. Lines on it have turned to the folds reminding 
Cracks in red clay. It was a chiromancy cemetery. 
        The most ridiculous, that the destiny has not deceived him. He after all also did not wait from it 
Impossible gifts, was happy with that had, and prepared for the worst. 
        It is necessary – to die the most difficult without regrets, without hatred and 
Contempt for. No beauty of creation, someone's Here will help 
Gratitude, own will power. When all is clouded around by darkness, 
The beauty disappears, as any illusion weaved from time and hope. 
Gratitude will power does not add sense to primary nonsense, and – 
Only stupid feldfebel, sent on death of last drilled 
It the soldier and puzzly looking become empty parade-ground. 
        ... The Shade has fallen to the person. A cool. It has appeared, in it there is nothing 
The pleasant. An exhalation of the opened vault. 
        Someone creeps. Something sprouts through a skin, as ice 
Crystals. The midges crowd, prevent to consider Egyptian vultures. Black birds, 
Patient birds describe circles in the dazzling sky... 
        Or white birds in the black sky? Very strange. Who twists to it 
Agonal cinema in the negative image? And can, it is the Devil's Piece 
Starts to operate? No, should not – after all nearby till now not a soul. 
The man has realised, that still hopes for a miracle... 
        It is surprising, that he in general has managed to reach a crossroads. Visions 
Surrounded it, foully withdrew from a reality. Every time it hardly 
Forced itself to come back. 
        The sun, the damned sun. The black hole exhausting light, water, 
Air. Thirst. A scorching heat. Everywhere sand – in a wound, in a drink, in nostrils. Infernal 
Brazier... 
        A minute of relative clearness the man has understood, that the sun was displaced 
And now scorches directly in the person. It polulezhal, privalivshis to the heated 
To board of the black car. But he could not recollect, how it has appeared on 
Crossroads. Some times during a trip its mind was stirred up on 
Second-other, however then it any miracle taxied on proezzhuju a part, 
Having avoided death in a ditch. What for? To die here. And what, actually, 
Difference? How there about last chance? 
        Here he, this chance, – goes on one of the roads forming 
Crossroads. A silhouette extending to a bottom. And in addition trehnogy. Ugly 
Crippled paukoobraznoe... 
        When the figure comes nearer, the dying man distinguishes in it 
The old woman. Whether that proruha, what vsuchila to it CHertovu the Piece? By the way, in exchange 
That? Than it has paid off? Be it prokljat if remembers! But the old woman has given 
To it this thingummy obviously not from kindness sincere. 
        About fig. the Brain plavitsja in bashke. The present delicacy can turn out. 
For those who understands. To submit with a head. Special refinement I observe 
Will give eyes in which the mutton surprise will fall asleep: «Why I?.» 
        The old woman absolutely close. Its shade falls to it on the person. Even the shade stinks. 
The old woman too will soon die. In any case it not that, on what the man 
Counted, when by improbable efforts reached a crossroads. And not 
Knew, how it managed to reach. Last, the most painful, a way site 
It was absolutely erased from memory. 
        The crossroads has not been designated on one map. After 
The man has received a bullet in a stomach and has come to the senses, he has managed to get into the car and 
Even to drive some kilometres on a city. During any moment houses have disappeared 
And streets. Habitual reference points have disappeared. There was a desert. Also there was a road. 
Both roadside ditches. And Egyptian vultures in the sky – correct companions going to 
Death. 
        It seems, it corresponded to that promised to it proruha. After all it 
Was not so silly to take it literally. And if she muttered: 
«The Fear valley, Road Damned, the Despair Wall», – he knew, that anything 
The similar does not exist anywhere, except, maybe, strange reality in 
Life and death interval. There masks are dumped, and things lose the former 
Names and shine. There the liked black car becomes a locomotive fire chamber, 
And birds – the badges of a font making quite distinct text of a sentence. 
        ... The Smelly shade has run away from the person. Sacred dung, how long already lasts 
This torture? The madam the Jaundice examined its small suppurating eyes, 
In which was (about is not present, only not it!) sympathy. 
        Hobble further, the hag. Also do not come the black suede 
Shoes on my blood. Do not touch CHertovu the Piece, your mother! Do not pick sand 
Clumsy kljukoj... 
        The stick of the old woman has drawn a line in any five centimetres from 
The sandy hillock, which man nagreb a palm, digging in CHertovu the Piece. 
If who knew, that it was costed by this simple movement! But it has made all 
How has explained proruha. It seems, has missed nothing, though has passed it is a lot of 
Years from that meeting. And the rainy day has, of course, come – and who would doubt? 
The man did not doubt. It has appeared is ready. Well it is almost ready. To look difficult 
As a cucumber when you receive a lead piece in a stomach and after that still it is necessary 
To find a place in which existence the couple gone mad believes only 
On black magic of morons. 
        Now the hillock has turned to an islet surrounded with a crimson pool. 
However, the pool quickly dried up. Soon from it there will be no also a trace. The man 
Looked on bugorok so as if it there was Golgotha in decline beams. Golgotha, 
On which yet have not erected crosses for It and two robbers. And the man 
Started to understand: with his head something is created wrong. 
        Visions came back. Huge fat flies burst hurriedly and 
Left sickening begin to flow on glass. Glass whence undertook? Glass 
Has arisen from sand, and covered with this bankoj the wounded man slowly went mad. 
It dried up, as a vegetable forgotten in a hotbed, and thought: «proruha, a bough, all the same 
I have deceived me, and, the fool, has paid off wholly though I do not remember as. Has given 
More than could, but it is less, than wanted ». Perhaps in it also there was a business? Perhaps 
He has not guessed with tip?. 
        Again the human silhouette was weaved from threads, which dying not 
Could keep long. But he could be assured, what is it not the next 
Illusive puppet of its dying away reason. No, it there was another's puppet. 
        The man has begun to creak sand on a teeth. That he saw before itself(himself), not 
Pulled on last chance. The eight-year milksop – tear-stained, frightened and 
The dirty. What line?! Who has dragged here this puppy? A hole in a stomach strongly 
Has limited ability and desire to express any emotions. A hole in 
Stomach has created such problem in comparison with which all the rest seemed 
Mockery frame – excessive and insipid for the client already was not 
In a condition to estimate it. A choice does not remain. The death watched behind the nearest 
Breath. 
        The man looked in round for horror of an eye of the boy as if hoped 
To read in them the answer to a question: whether understands what such destiny? Destiny 
Results you in a bad place during bad time, and all other – children's entertainments. 
        For this milksop of an entertainment have come to an end. It indeed moved, as 
Doll-automatic machine. On wooden feet, with the hands pasted to sides. The last 
It overcame three metres dividing them with an indescribable grimace on the person, 
As if three nights cooked in a nightmare on end. Here he has stepped in a bloody pool. 
Has made still a step – and has crushed CHertovu the Piece. 
        At the very same time upwards has struck a sand and blood fountain, someone has raised a howl under 
The earth, and the man has failed in darkness. 

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        It has found itself(himself) in a shade of the big black car. The severe sun fell to 
To horizon. 
        Now him called... And lines that the name if the rose any more did not smell means 
Rose? To it was ten years, but it looked on eight. More correctly so was 
Some hours ago. At first sight, now has changed nothing. 
        Hardly later, when it has got from a back seat of the car a flask from the warm 
Vodka also has made pair of good drinks (after that the melancholy world slightly 
Has begun to sparkle along the edges), and then has looked at itself in a rear-view mirror, at 
It was the strange feeling, that it is considered by someone another. The child 
From the purple world behind the looking-glass where time flows absolutely-absolutely differently. Perhaps, 
Even in the opposite direction – from death and an old age to a cradle and a birth. 
        It has tastefully spat in a mirror, has got out of the car and the fast assured 
Movements has searched a corpse. Having found the pack of cigarettes filled in with blood, it has sworn and 
Has kicked with a foot a wheel. It before white krossovki looked so, as if it whole 
Day has spent on a slaughter-house. However, partly it corresponded to the validity. 
        After such adventure it would be advisable to relax. And then 
To understand with all. He knew, where it to make, knew as, however is weak 
Imagined a practical embodiment of idea. 
        It has climbed in the car, has opened a glove compartment and has checked up a pistol – too 
Bulky for its sickly pads, but with smooth descent. With satisfaction 
Has noticed, that in a holder remains eight cartridges. Has hidden a gun under a seat – 
The dead person was its lawful owner. 
        Some time has left on adjustment of a driver's armchair. Even 
Shifted forward to the full, it all the same was too far from 
Pedals, and he had to take seat on the very brink; thus eyes have appeared 
It is only a little above a cowl cover. 
        He deliberated pair of minutes, whether to bury a corpse in desert. To it has dropped out 
Unique case to arrange own funeral. In a luggage carrier laid sapernaja 
Shovel. However it soberly estimated the present possibilities. To it 
Possibly, long trip was coming very tiresome and. And it at all 
Has been assured, that will manage to find a way back. What there stirred proruha? 
Despair wall? It has already been immured in it alive. The Repentance valley? About yes, 
He has repented, but was late. Road Damned? We will look, where it 
Will result. 
        It has got the motor and, vaguely understanding, that a direction in effect not 
Has any value, has gone towards the coming sun. 

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