The event at the cemetery, a woman in…

in the cemetery One in the days of remembrance of the dead went to the grave to my son it was evening, about seven o’clock, and since it was spring, the sun has almost a village But, despite this fact, the cemetery was quite a lot of people: the discerned in the gathering twilight there, then sitting on the cemetery bench silhouettes, “Well – she thought – That people work do not have the opportunity to come here in the afternoon” then she Went to the grave of her son and noticed that in front of the fences, on some whether a stump, or a fallen tree sits a , strange that this, – whether sick, or when he was drunk, Dressed in some old suit in a cage, too light for this time of year, with some ridiculous artificial flower “Well, let sit a Cemetery May still, Woe to the person, just buried someone ” With this in mind, our heroine entered the enclosure of the tomb of his son, trying to ignore the strange neighbor took my napkin paper, candy, and just wanted to put it on the grave, as – ing, no, not even a howl, a sorrowful cry spread over the cemetery In horror, she turns back and sees a strange woman in a plaid suit is not sitting on a stump, and on his knees, and somehow struggling to crawl towards her, grasping at the air, while loud and as something disgusting, yelling something like “Mine!!! My!!! My!!!” And her face is absolutely , and in some places covered with bluish spots, and the stench from it so that you cannot breathe And then the rest of the pieces – a vague silhouette on the benches, and just on the ground, start out as something ridiculous to sway and stretch to a belated visitor your hands Say woman who came to the grave to the son, saved only by the fact that she knew to close his eyes and to read silently, “our father” the Howling instantly stopped, and she felt off as her mind Found her that evening, two teenagers, snyavshis in the Old cemetery in search of the “memorial” candy Dragged to the road and brought in immediately arrived some of the guarding the warehouse store tombstones that stands at the cemetery, listened to the confused about what , then one of them grimly nodded: – You do not worry, the woman it happens then here They often sit on benches, especially in spring, when the days of the funeral – Who is “they”?! – Who Those who had been buried for a long time, the first layer It must be made up by some bastard to demolish the monuments and the second layer of people to bury so they near their graves and sit – it is insulting to them He smiled and added: -Maybe I would be too hurt at the bottom of my coffin, and come to me


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