Hill was a terrible Slide was terrible…

Slide was scary Slide was such a terrible Old Soviet built in the 50s, I know, it was not the engineers and builders of those times desire to do something scary or frightening, on the Contrary, they wanted to create something big It was a castle-Palace, consisting of a climbing frame, swings, carousels, towers and two slides For the toddler — a tiny, open To boys more and Pohrebea — closed slide is the red long curved cylinder, moderately dirty, almost not covered by the obscenity Issue was in how this slide was designed It was high, almost up to the third floor tower with a ladder that ended with a triangular roof, depicting the face of some Prince, jester, and maybe even rosy of factory worker, I used to call him “Prince”, but it was the creation of a bunch of names — “Chump”, “Fool”, “Antoshka” and “Ivan asianesque” Stairs led to the back of the At the back — door to the platform, small and cramped house with no Windows, the only way out of which is a black hole slides Yellow hair “Prince” was covered by a triangular hood, as a dwarf, round and beveled to the “nose” eyes — blue and evil, his cheeks red circles the size of a Bicycle wheel, a triangular nose and a huge mouth open in a wild smile From that mouth red tube slides and went, like a long tongue Look at this language — and there is impenetrable darkness, going down to ten meters Over the the paint was peeling, the peeled off pieces, but the one that is left, has become dirty and faded from Afar “Prince” did not look so scary, smiling a welcome visitor to the town It was seen from afar, he rose above the trees and it seemed to us children, big and majestic giant But was worth to climb one of the towers with a circular platform that stood near the hill and look at this face — just kind of sad was the soul Evoked this oblessa hill thinking about abandoned factories and times that are gone forever In the early 2000s, the town, battered by time and generations of kids was a pathetic and sad sight Iron covered with rust, the towers collapsed, and through the brick sprouted grass, and around the sandbox abundantly grew ambrosia It almost no one had visited in our town were already a lot of playgrounds, bright and almost modern, and beautiful leaving the Soviet “town” far behind But want to ride on the remains of the swings, climb the walls of the towers and write your name directly on the nose “Prince,” have always been especially, stood the town is quite near my school, in the summer turns into a camp and in the evenings in the club of pioneers mugs and sports sections, And I, eight-year-old man with a forever broken knees, often flowing past the town on the bike Sometimes joined some company , and together we run and jump in the sandbox, chasing the race, jumped into the black pit of the language in dispute: who will leave? I often dreamed of this hill, and my mother told me he was driving my grandmother came to me on this familiar Among them dark-haired and dirty Alenka Forever in a cheap baggy clothes, always surrounded by a Horde of small children who are just as dirty and unwashed, She came from the dormitories and, as I later found out, lived in a large She went to the same school as me, but in fifth grade — and I was very surprised, he had never seen her at a school meeting the Parents — drunken alcoholics, she is the eldest child, her five younger, because neither dad nor mom children these are not needed And generally not wanted, except for Alena, Even in kindergarten did not go, there was Talk of the guys that dad beats the doctors for the slightest offense, and by night she is forced to sleep in the same with brothers and sisters For me it was always something terrible, incomprehensible As it is — has? My mom never in my life did not hit And the room I had… It did not interfere with Alenka to be fun and a good girl, horoshisty at her school She didn’t like to tell me about his life, and all the details I learned from the guys But it for hours, love talking about their babies-babies Won the twins — they are not native, aggregated And Asya yesterday drew a butterfly… I often saw his sister in town, but then, in late August, the first time I saw her And the town was empty I went to the Merry circle of Readers and was carrying under one arm “the Hunting of the Snark” it came to evening, in the school auditorium on Friday showed cartoons or movies, and what cartoon or movie show — it was always a surprise Vengeance birds were singing and the sun was setting Alenka just climbed up to the turret — Prince alone Neither Vlad nor the twins Mitya and Galya, no five year old ASI… — Alain! — I called her She saw me, waved his hand, saying, come here! You would not believe ! Small ancestors took to aunt Tanya in the middle! — I screamed Alena — Wow, how cool to be one! Here, five times already came down going until you’re blue ski and no one will call me! Going to night walk! I small, of course I do… But they sometimes get! She sighed completely as an adult I remained silent Never eloquent, Just looking at how Alain is a small and slender girl with skinny legs, ten old years, deftly climbs up the stairs in the red light of the setting sun As he gets up on the site — Heaven! See what I can do. I learned quickly to go down! Zasekhaya…! — I heard her voice Then — enthusiastic and deaf screeching that talked about the fact that Alenka already jumped on the slide and flying down at breakneck speed, the Second lasted the scream ended And I blinked, for a moment I felt dizzy, maybe from the evil eye “the Prince,” perhaps because I’ve stood too long, his head thrown back On this moment all was quiet, and strangely I felt like losing balance, and there is no ground under my feet And then this feeling disappeared, again, birds started singing again buzzing cars on a distant highway, And I rubbed his eyes, convinced that Alenka already jumped out of a black pipe But it was not Quite I called Alenka Laughed even her funny joke came into town and walked around the hill, in full confidence that Alenka now jump out from somewhere and yelled, “BOO!”… Maybe I will pretend that I was scared, and then I will be able to persuade his sister to go with me to the movie — she never attended courses where there with all the children and all would be awesome… But it was not at all was Not muted chuckle was heard no footsteps or the rustling tall grass in which to hide I went around town with a stupid smile on his face, still preparing for this “BOO!” But it was not Alenka was not anywhere nor could she for a split second to fly from the hill and hide so well that it was not visible… the Slide! Of course she’s there! Hooked hands and feet, and did not even think to go! Well, hold on, Alenka! Now I’ll scare you myself! I climbed that tower, holding “the Hunting of the Snark” the teeth didn’t want to leave a library book on the bench Who knows what Alenka? You see, while I climb the hill, grab the book and flee his home, and me without a book, not in a circle! A cartoon to see Oh, how I wanted, because it was said: it is not the usual Soviet, not our, computer and funny! The language of the “Prince” met me black hole Like down left terrible black I’ve already been down this black and know that it is actually not so bad and very quickly, I got to twenty and threw me into the wild And is now somehow a terrible thought that black failure… didn’t want him to go into such a warm day down on this long trench book, listening to some sounds, scream — well, could not the book is not to hit lurking in the darkness, she just couldn’t! — and then the book flew to the ground I went down, picked up the book and, offended at stupid Alenka, who only took time (I have promised myself never again to her not getting along), went to school Probably lurking somewhere, watching me, now will run out and laugh and apologize… Not ran …Mom took me home by car, and I kept thinking about that hill I Thought about her and all the cartoon about talking toys: here you will run somewhere rag cowboy I laugh to myself and thinking back to the slide As Alenka was able to hide? And the next day, Alena was not in the yard I Came back to the bike, and there — all my friends are playing, and Alenka not, and since the was not Grisha, Kartavenko, her neighbor, in a frightened whisper said, “her bath, the cops came by today! There is none! Gypsies stole!” And the next day it was not came To our house some people gently asked me about how it was, and I honestly told everything he saw: and she wondered — how do they know that I am Alenka spoke? And a week later — no hearing, nor spirit, though and in the papers the Town is small, word travels fast, everybody know everybody and all all seen — and Alenka nobody saw Do September came, all silent stood on the line In October, the hill was torn down — all rusted, and hurt there’s a baby And a year later it was Not her, and I did that hill could not forget the last class studied, and the rumors that she ran away or Roma away, did not abate And the longer she lived, the longer I read, the more I understand that this does not happen to people so quickly from the roller coaster took off and ran away somewhere… And Gypsies I had never seen… and she loved their small, not go from them I can’t stop thinking about it even now, Fifteen years have passed, and your head will not go away the dreadful thought that Alenka will find never Recently walked down the street and caught sight of the ruins There more recently, this town was cursed, I never went after One summer of broken bricks, a couple of decrepit stairs and on them, some kids are creeps And slides no, no the Prince with a broad smile and a slide-language, which jumped Alenka — but never made it to our world and will not tolerate never again, to be honest — I don’t believe in mysticism of all sorts But I do not believe that Alena ran away, And I believe that something happened there in this black long SIP of Soviet roller coaster… And I believe that it was something very fast: the book made the slide? And know: and so She just disappeared Just know there was Not any Roma And machines never had to have it taken away I can’t stop thinking: how did this happen and what is happening now? She took off in some other world? She’s still flying in the blackness, mad from loneliness, and still waiting for that to see the light at the end of this perpetual tunnel? Its made in Soviet yard early 50’s? Or in the crumbling world of the distant future? And I? I’m here in this world, only due to the fact that has not gone down then the hill after it? What prevents a simple alley in the Park become a bad place where I first felt dizzy, and then fall into the never-ending darkness? Not a day goes by that I haven’t thought about it And the night goes by that I never dreamed of that terrible black hole… am I not protected from this? And no one is safe? What else can be so temporarily-a bad place? Cabinet in the shower? Abandoned factory? House of mirrors at an amusement Park? Telephone booth? And I can not stop thinking, as explained by the disappearance of Alenka those alcoholics-parents, if you have explained… most Likely the kids you never found out that your sister ate the terrible railway “Prince”… I think about it, and I’m scared


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