Pavlik In the chill silence of an overcast morning…

Pavlik In the cold silence of a cloudy morning, loudly thundered up service Paul shivered and barely opened his eyes, although he revealed it was not quite the right word – the eyelashes did not want to leave each other for a few seconds he struggled with the right eye and the same with the left After a little hesitation, Pasha reached for the alarm clock and touching it, felt at last, the cause of clammy cold that surrounded his body-the whole was soaking wet in disgust, throwing off the blanket, Paul jumped out of , along the way, the little finger touching something cold and sharp, unclear way echoed in his memory Pavlik( as affectionately called by his family) said pensively resting on the table: the terrifying visions that haunted him in his sleep, now started happening more often And this picture became admixed with the all-new shades of horror, the mad cruelty, the torn Flank, not giving to finally get some sleep With a sigh uzoroche long untrimmed Lohman, Paul tried to banish the last remnants of sleep – turned out not so very, but the guy felt the strength to get to the kitchen and tell my grandmother brewing coffee the way he liked it, to more milk and three teaspoons of sugar And taking a few steps to the door, the Pasha was “Why is the house so quiet?”, fear momentarily rustled under his skin, forcing him to freeze in place, paralyzing all his senses, clearing only yourself But only for a moment Paul looked at his watch – 13 05 – Well, no wonder 12 hours slept Pinned under the damn ground! – smiled Pasha-Aunt Larissa, you should already walks with my nephew’s Grandmother is definitely a shop Well, my grandfather on the street Toshka With these thoughts, he briskly headed to the kitchen Because he damn almost 20 years! He’ll make the coffee! But it is not reached that is to say, not fortanulo, his March was prevented by a cold black pool, covered with the same clots of blood After a piercing scream, which lasted according to different neighbors different amounts of time( Someone claimed that Pasha was yelling just a few minutes a Neighbor from the fourth swore that the screams lasted for at least 10 minutes But the affirmative opinion belonged to the old lady from the next apartment: “Oh, Son!( law enforcement officers) so half an after squeal! Yes, so strained! Oh Oh Oh And this family had been decent , intelligent kid, the guy, the handsome student who’d have thought “), Paul, sliding his knees on the disgusting, half-coagulated blood, shaking hands opened the door into the bedroom grandparents caught Sight of one of the visions in nightmares – a sea of blood and two disfigured bodies Paul pulled out He could no longer scream But then he remembered about the other tenants In the clouded eyes flashed hope – and suddenly alive??? On the way, he of course crashed into the wall, and from the side, splashing through the blood, looked like a lively kid, jumping in puddles, the Difference was that in malasaca the puddles reflect the sky and the sun, and the children laugh In Pachinah puddles don’t reflect anything, And his eyes were bitter tears Bledie lips were like the nerves are stretched,like the first string on the guitar Slipping past the room of Larissa, he saw the imprint of a bloody hand on the door( early in the 90’s, these were almost all Made of multi-layered thick plywood, heavy and muffled sounds) and knowing that it was waiting for ran on in the nursery would be Better if he didn’t do it Because there he was met half-scalped head of a child lying on the table again Pasha howled and collapsed to the floor He needed help but from where? Police The Police? Yes! Sure! It is necessary to dial the number… the last effort Pasha, smearing blood on the floor, crawled to the house phone, but for some reason he didn’t work with Paul in desperation I bit his lip and didn’t even feel like chin runs a trickle of warm blood Suddenly he remembered the sharp object, which tripped getting out of Half way and having the same crawled on his knees up to his , Pasha is shaking hand raised a large kitchen, spattered with blood, the knife is Not too good with wooden handle and wide blade no doubt, very acute Holding it in his hands, the guy started to remember How wakes up in the night, takes a kitchen knife and quietly in his room sharpening As careful tiger steps walks in babashki and grandfather As covering your mouth with one hand, the other drives the knife my grandfather side of the neck, holding it flat, guiding the tip to the spine instantly killing, cutting at one blow, and the carotid artery and spinal cord and Then moves burning eyes on covers her face with a pillow, and thrusts a few times the knife again flatwise, between the ribs, slightly to the left of the sternum Funan Looking at the blood spurting from the neck of the grandfather, and thick, but less intense flow, saturating the pillow on his chest quietly convulsively grandmother, the assassin grinned and started you planning on slitting the body’s sweeping curves, a very dangerous mahami blade In his frenzy he seemed to be a conductor leading the orchestra, the underworld is Surrounded by red splashes like bloody applause, mater froze…And satisfied with the result, bowed gracefully, deftly throwing the knife from left hand to right Sardonic smile on the bloodied face accompanied him to the next door… go pernow Larissa, obliquely under the xiphoid process, he grabbed the knife with both hands and put all the weight above, to the end, ripping the rib-cage Looking for frozen in a silent cry the eyes of her aunt, Pasha looked below already ceased beating heart and incomprehensible jumble of blood vessels, blood and shreds of pericardium Whistling some disney tune, Pasha went to his nephew With a blade fell softly to the floor a drop of blood Pausing before the baby’s , Paul looked at the open curtains, through which the moon was shining softly, caressing with its rays the face of a sleeping child… He is something quietly smiled, having put under the head of the handle -finally shut the fuck up… With these thoughts Pasha wanted to slash him in the neck but a wavering hand took a deep incision under the edge of the hair, the baby’s face then turned dark, sparkling in the gentle moonlight with blood… the baby cried -Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! mad Pasha hissed, holding the victim by the hair With each cut the throat of Andrew published an all-new variation of the sound – at first it was a choking scream, then a gasp, gradually grew into a howl of an open trachea, similar now to the sad music of the flute… the Crackling sound of tearing fabric echoed the scalp of a child slipping with each cut closer to the head… Paul jerk threw the baby’s head on the table In a bloody stupor he had not noticed how cut his hand, and, casting a critical eye itself, went into the bathroom Quietly washed her hands Then applied a cotton swab with peroxide And then heard the muffled growl in the mirror glared I Think I’m talking about forgetting somebody… Opening the kitchen door, Paul saw the dog And gently told him to: -Toshka, come to me, boy I’ll give you something tasty Dog obviously didn’t trust the owner chose to remain in the place of a Pasha, who wanted an ordinary massacre, also changed his mind And going into the hallway, pulled out a telephone wire Turning a nice loop on the end, it is a moment admired and satisfied with the result, returned to the kitchen, determined to please the dog and himself a small Smile innovations the scared Pam, Pavlik threw on a fluffy neck and dragged him to the bathroom where a slight movement threw the other end of the wire using a stick for the blind over the bath And hung over her floundering dog and then calmly took a shower And went to , leaving the knife next to the He sat and didn’t believe in all this -It’s not me!!!!!!!NO!!!!IT’S NOT YAYAYAYAYA!!!!! Pasha wanted to encircle the patient’s head with his hands, but then noticed a small cut on his left hand( Pasha was left-handed) Paul was lying in the bath in hot water and watched silently as the face of quietly rocking a shaggy body Toshka bath was slowly stained with the blood of the Flank stronger and stronger Pasha felt like breathing, and faster but weaker beats the heart of a World that at first was just getting dark at the edges, to whirl before the eyes And the heart made a few last desperate knocks Pasha did not He did not hear banging on the door the police caused by worried shouts of the neighbors did Not know about the suffering and cries of his mother As tormented without him, the Luba, his Artem and Pasha’s favorite classmates did not he fell asleep forever


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