Strange thing Now the end of 20 …

Strange thing is Now the end of the 20th year, the Eve of Russia’s main holiday outside the window, ominous groans, a cold wind, raging and relentless storm I sit next to the stove and watching the blurred lights of the street lamps beyond the window glass covered with frost And feel a sense of immense rest To a Blizzard, drifts and the wind, moaning like the ghosts of the English legends, and I sit in the quiet, little kitchen listening to in the stove crackling logs In the next room young have fun: sitting at the table, drinking champagne and awaiting the President’s speech, I hear their laughter and cheerful voices Of my sudden departure, they forgot all Well and good, I do not mind, Let the young have fun, as long as they have health and strength I want to be alone with your memories the time for this activity Is in the wind and blizzards something enigmatic and mysterious, but what I can not understand In my life there are many stories: among them was a happy, funny and sad, tragic When you’re eighty-one years old, you have to is that to tell a twelve year old grandchildren But I now I want to tell only one story Because it’s night outside the window the wind crackling trees, and all things buried beneath the snow mounds, I have not thought about that passage of his biography, But now, apparently, have This story happened in the same cold December night in 1969 my family moved to the small town of Ussuriysk, where we live to this day, the City where the is always lots of greenery, and in the winter snow my wife and daughter all arranged I’ve never had a car Not I gained on him Although I that the problem lies in the other I did Not want to have it From him would be more trouble than good So my only “steel horse” was well-preserved until our days the motorcycle “Voskhod” He is still in our garage, but his grandson is almost completely dismantled that evening I was returning from the village, Dam home From the Ussuri it combines direct highway a length of three kilometers Any problems to arise should not Just keep driving straight until you see first in the distance the street lights of the city If you are interested in what I was doing, Dam, don’t worry your head with nonsense, This story will bring you to the boredom of the Usual things the average person Now I often about the fact that this could not happen if I waited until morning and only then left the village I went to the quarter of eight have Successfully crossed the bridge erected over the river Razdolnaya (he starts behind, Dam), and continued to drive down the road On the way not passed a single car headlight on my “Sunrise” was covered by impenetrable darkness of the Cell brought a two-meter layer of snow, and the trees behind them dressed in white robes Snow was falling in a thin veil, and then a dense vortex flows, circling in front, beating and stitching the face And I’m one Despite all the beauty surrounding me, all around me seemed hostile, Even the trees growing on both sides of the highway seemed to be moving their thin branches of the Roaring engine could not “to outvoice” the howling of the wind, carrying prickly snow flakes Then I only dreamed of wanting to get home where it’s warm and cozy In this weather is generally better not to go outside what the hell’d I get that? But if the bike goes down? What then? To walk is not an option For these three miles in this Blizzard can easily alive to freeze to and leave his wife and daughter to themselves That I’m a fool his Hands started to go numb, despite the woolen mittens the same thing happened with the nose and cheeks And then I saw the man ten meters away, appeared out of nowhere In the headlights a figure on the background of night and snow, like in the movies that I look my grandchildren In a panic, I abruptly turned the wheel to the left, almost rolling over and knocking the stranger to the Man was about forty, He was dressed in a brown jacket, fur boots and a hat with earflaps He plaintively wailed, His knees were shaking I looked at his face feel like he was in a terrible accident All over the face and neck was caked in blood eyelid twitch He looked at me wild-eyed mouth went steam I started to panic couldn’t wait to sit behind the motorcycle and ride away from here felt that meeting with this type of anything good to wait it out But I couldn’t leave him here alone, right? I touched his shoulder Lightly pulled, He was clearly not himself – , – I said – can I help You? – Yes, Yes! – he yelled, as if just woke up – can you Help? please Please! Get me out of here! He put his head on my shoulder and started to cry – What happened to you? However, it is important not Sit behind me! – I had to yell to overpower the howling wind – Yes, Yes Thank you, he raised his head and pointed to the side of the hand And I saw the trail of his boots through the snow in a ditch and leaving behind the trees – there’s something There, in those places that I found in the woods I shot it, but couldn’t kill the man but I couldn’t kill him! The man started to giggle, then laughed and finally cried I did not to quiet him And in that moment, when I started the bike and grabbed the handlebars, out of the woods came a long, terrified wail So, , shouts the woman cut alive stuck In my throat lump was Only then that I realized that we are all alone here the Stranger insane hope In him shouldn’t have, And if something happens, then who will help me? When I will find? Out of the woods again there was a heartbreaking cry, rising and descending, merged with the howling wind Then the Creek began to drop to the bass After this there was a burst of frantic laughter And then silence, Only the wind chills the skin and heart Struggling with horror, I touched the bike and we went the Stranger grabbed me by the neck, almost strangled He kept muttering the same thing: “I chopped it to pieces And it still didn’t dead Head talking and laughing and Talking and laughing Lord,” When ahead were the lights of houses I calmed down a bit Man I dropped off at the intersection of streets of Lenin and Ageev never seen Coming home and finally seeing my family, I fully came to, thinking that it’s all over As it is not so in the Morning, in the village of Borisov, very close to the river was found murdered young girl, the Killer fired a few of them and stuck in a frozen drainage pipe, before dissecting it, the Police were terrified the Monster put its pieces like a stack of firewood Head was found a hundred meters from the pipe, in the bushes the Hair is stained with blood, from the forehead protruded the handle of a hammer They most likely killer and cut the corpse into pieces On the girl’s face played a triumphant smile she was not, and has conducted a survey of residents of the City and nearby districts of Ussuriysk In the morning, reading the newspaper, trembling Do that evening I drove the killer!? Although, why “”? It is so Goddamn schizophrenic completely freaked out and killed his wife or daughter or lover or just passing by the girl I had to call the police Department to report it But what prevented me? Fear? Or his words: “I cut it into pieces And it still didn’t dead Head talking and laughing and Talking and laughing Lord,” Or was it all just his sick imagination somehow I don’t believe And not in vain two days Later, when the corpse (or part thereof) was taken to the morgue and restored: folded, stitched, don’t know how they do it, the Body disappeared from his place That night without a Trace From the morgue on Duty that night, the doctor said that before to notice the disappearance of the corpse, he heard in the hallway, slow, flip-flop steps Now I’m not sure that the man was crazy and if they were crazy, only seen them on a snowy evening “I shot it, but couldn’t kill the man but I couldn’t kill him!” And again, how he succeeded in the icy evening to get from the City to the, Dam? How? And why? However, it does not matter I still think that maybe one moonless night my then companion would hear a knock or the doorbell ring “it is Strange that knock, and don’t call” and when you come up and ask – “Who’s there?” you can hear only silence and the howling of the wind He opened the door and see What he sees? Bloody hammer clutched in white as wax, hands? The triumphant smile on a dead face? Or something worse? What if it should come for me? Nonsense, of course, because so many years have passed but still I picked him up And witnesses, as they say in the movies, clean of course, I am not suggesting anything, but


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