My city 2: The terrifying history Zhalovskoy, or the Spider. Dmitry Guéorguiévitch Borrony

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At me fried eggs turned out.

      – Well. – Nina answered. – I love fried eggs. – then she asked. – Did you get into my refrigerator?

      – I repent. – Roman answered. – Climbed. – then kind of justifying oneself added. – But I got into it only for the sake of to prepare on is. – then he added. – After such thunder there is always a wish to have a bite something easy.

      – You are right. – Nina answered. – Easy having a snack would not prevent now.

      Having gone to kitchen, they sat down at a table. On a plate the teapot whistled. Nina looked at Roman with the reproaching look, and asked.

      – The teapot boils long ago?

      – No. – that answered. And then kind of justifying oneself added. – I wanted that there was a boiled water.

      – What for?

      – Wanted that there was a cold tea.

      Nina was surprised.

      – But it was also so hot. – then she with even greater to reproaches looked at Roman and told as though pristyzhy him. – Ah Novel-novel. And it is easy to make the fire. It is necessary to watch a plate.

      – And that truth. – Will agreed with Nina. – One careless movement and all.

      – It is guilty. – the shamed Roman answered. – I repent. – he got up from a table, and having approached the gas stove disconnected a ring.

      Having sat down at a table again, he joined a conversation between Wil and Nina. Will said that for the life he never was in such family way as now. To it it was good with Nina. For it she was the native person. Nobody could listen, understand it. Especially to give real advice, but not to laugh at it and to tell some dirty trick: – Yes. – he considered and it was right. – There are no friends on light. There are only envious persons and hypocrites. Those who want that someone looked in someone's eyes worse, than he. If it is a poddonok, the thief and the drunkard, then why also another cannot fall to his level. These friends in quotes, it is worse than the worst enemy. Because though you know what to expect. From same anything good. A knife in a back and only. I write these lines knowing that such stories happen to pseudo-friends continually. These stories millions. you will not tell about all.

      However, we will not be about sad. Let's talk about essential, and for this purpose we will return to the apartment to Nina. What there occurs? Let's look. Talking between itself, heroes of this history did not notice how night fell by the earth. Dark, dark night. There is an expression in the people, "NIGHT IN NIGHT TODAY". And so. This expression as well as possible would approach now by this night. In the sky were not a uniform star. The moon did not consecrate in a sky. Looking out of the window on the street, in a pitch darkness, all three felt how on their body ran a cold fever. However, this feeling was filled than really rather. They were in the apartment. And let this was their apartment, and Nina's apartment! Men felt defenseless. Both of them something feared. Something was stolen to them. Something awful and disgusting squeezed their hearts.

      Nina looked out of the window, out of total darkness. She did not see in her anything except emptiness, and still she looked in it, something bewitched her in this darkness. Here something came in dream to it in total darkness. She did not understand, what is it? And asked men.

      – Did you see?

      – What?

      – Yes so anything. Threw Nin. – Forget. – Prompted something to Nina that is that it seemed to her with an ulterior motive. And to distract, she asked men. – What do you see in this darkness?

      – Horror of my living in poverty. – Will told. – It seems to me that I will not see the wife any more.

      Nina calming Will told.

      – We look in darkness, and that shows us our fears. – she made a pause. Then added. – Do not twirl to what is inspired in you by darkness. It inspires only terrible thoughts. – the rain ended. In the sky through clouds small month appeared, soon in the sky flickered stars. It became quiet and peaceful around. On heart it became quiet. Nina opened a window, and fresh air after a rain rushed to the apartment. Rest and silence. It became easy for all on heart, and Nina told. – You see, after darkness the pacification always comes.

      – You are right! – both men agreed. They were by the open window, and looked at the sky. Hectare newborn month and the stars flickering in a distance. Calm and rest around.

      Chapter-13

      Dreams or maintaining

      I will begin this chapter with the fact that I will repeat. My theory about … About what do I repeat? Of course, about madness or its effect on the person.

      Dark, dark night. There is an expression in the people, "NIGHT IN NIGHT TODAY". And so. This expression as well as possible would approach now by this night. In the sky were not a uniform star. The moon did not consecrate in a sky. What can be felt in such situation? Probably nevertheless anything good. If you live about the wood or in the wood. Looking out of the window on the street, in a pitch darkness, we feel how the darkness tries to absorb us. We it fear, and she gets of us the best. Feeling, for example, a cold fever, our soul goes to heels. We try to find a shelter. If nearby the house, we run to it. If this desert street, then we try to find a secluded corner. But happens and so that darkness overtakes us in the apartment. – What is it? – ourselves ask ourselves this question. – Why we are afraid of the dark in own apartment? – on this question we look for the answer in us. Well, can do it and it is correct, but who knows? Where the fear is located? Where does he hide? In us or somewhere else? I consider that fear the integral part of the person inspired in it by consciousness of surrounding. Something awful and disgusting squeezed hearts. Nina looked out of the window, out of a pitch darkness, and felt, no, she heard how from darkness the baby's cry was distributed. She did not understand from where to reach this shout. Did not know who it publishes and whether publishes in general? Maybe this shout gave her mind? It can was in her head? But in this case she would go crazy? But it not the madwoman? If she is a madwoman, then she would know it. Mentally ill people never recognize themselves those. Whether she recognized herself that? She rationally thought, and could separate fiction from the truth. But what if fiction becomes the truth? What then? We try to understand where reality and where fiction, and sometimes fiction becomes more real than life. This is also one of kinds of madness.

      Here, unexpectedly light went out, and Nina felt how something pulls her back. There, back to the room, on a bed. However, nobody knows where fiction and where the truth. Nina got up, looked back. She saw the body. The body sleeping on a bed. Then, something distracted it, she looked back, and saw the light. Light proceeded from a corridor. She pricked up the ears. She saw something unclear in the apartment. She watchfully took an interest. – who here? – her body clenched. She did not understand what occurs? Something appeared? There was something. It was warm and at the same time cold. Something said it to her that Nina approached it. But she opposed to the last until any force forced it to approach to something. At this moment she saw the light, brighter than she imagined light. It was bright, than light bright the sun. In this light she saw the girl's outline. It had brown eyes, a long thick hair, She looked at her white dress and saw an outline of a small breast. At its its age should not have been, but it was. Breast rather big and elastic. But this girl reincarnated. Also became the woman. The high blonde, with long hair. She gave to Nina a hand, and having called up her to herself, told by a sonorous voice of a nightingale told. – Let's go. – They passed back to the room, and told the female

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