With a desperate moan spilling into the depths of her body, Dorje, breathing heavily, rolled away from Chhoydz and prostrated in exhaustion on the grass that was wet from the water dust. He had the feeling that skin and nerves had been torn off him, he had ceased to perceive the world, and there was not a single thought in his head. Heavy dope fell on him, not allowing to raise the closing eyelids.

For several long moments he did not realize anything, but gradually his head began to clear up and a feeling of irreparable guilt flooded over him.

"What have I done?! What did she do to me?! ... “- he mentally groaned, coming to himself.

Climbing awkwardly, Dorje ran on trembling legs to the lake and plunged into its cold waters, trying to cool the body, still scorched by flashes of recent intimacy memory. He lay down in the shallow water so that his body was washed by fast streams of the stream running away from the lake, and, having closed his eyes, leaned his head on the sandy shore. He lay motionless until he felt that his body was completely frozen. Then he rose, and, turning his back to Chhoydzom, who was sitting on the shore, began to shake water droplets off his hands.

Suddenly, he felt Chhoydz's hot body pressed against him from behind, and small hot hands hugged him. Fluttering across his chest, they moved down, rushing toward his already calming flesh.

- Not! - Dorje shouted, tearing away these caressing hands from himself and turning to their owner.

Chodeyz, stepping back from him, looked at him in alarm.

- Not! - repeated Dorje. - Leave me alone! - and he pushed her hard.

Not keeping her feet, Chhoydzom fell backwards.

He suddenly wanted to beat and even trample on her for the fact that she had led him into temptation, for having forced to commit a great sin. But, looking at Chhoyds, dutifully lying in front of him, he felt the cocked spring of passion once again begin to unwind somewhere inside him with an irresistible blinding desire.

Chkhoydzom, seeing as his flesh trembled, filled with new force, widely spread her legs in the inviting movement and slightly raised her hips to meet him.

He rushed at her, jerked into the already familiar depth, and, suffering from his own weakness, which did not allow him to cope with the lust that seized him, he dug his teeth into her invitingly protruding nipple.

Chhoydz jerked and, with a voluptuous cry, arched toward him. He, no longer restraining himself, began to bite her chest and neck, leaving deep traces on them with flowing dew that flowed out immediately, and feeling overwhelmed by a new passion - the passion of all the rapists of the world, with delight in tormenting their victims, plunged into the dark pool of another's delight pain. But his sacrifice shared this pleasure with him, and at the edge of his consciousness, which was overwhelmed with passion, suddenly flashed a confused thought that no prayers and fastings would save him from that demonic abyss into which Chodez was uncontrollably dragging him. He will fall into it, overwhelmed by all new vices ...

Dorje was terrified of this thought and, trying to stop this obsession, squeezed the throat of the one in which he saw the embodiment of all his temptations.

Chhojds huddled under his arms in an attempt to escape, her face was filled with dark blood, but her convulsive movements only inflamed him more. He squeezed her throat even more, continuing to invade deep into her body, and at that moment, when she finally went limp under him, he shuddered in a paroxysm of deafening ecstasy, pouring vital moisture into an already dead body.

Moving away from the girl, Dorje lay down for a few minutes, pacifying her confused breathing, then took a long farewell glance at Chkhodz's motionless body and stood up.

Without even looking at his dhoti, a wet orange rag lying on the shore, he resolutely headed for the waterfall.

Clinging to the rocky protrusions, he clambered up, not paying attention to the fact that the sun mercilessly scorched his back, that the bushes growing on the rocks scratched his naked body, and streams of blood flowed from his peeled knees, mixing with stony soil under his feet.

The sun was almost at sunset, when it was at the top of a cliff, from which a waterfall broke down.

Straightening to his full height, Dorje glanced down. Shadows were already there, but he could still make out the very tiny body of Chhoydz, whitened on emerald grass, from such a height.

- Oh, great Buddha, I lost my Path! I have sinned twice in one day and do not want to multiply my sins more. May the third sin break the chain of my evil deeds! - He said, taking a step forward.

When he flew down with hissing streams of water, he felt neither fear nor pain. And even the feeling of guilt left him - he redeemed her, sacrificing his sinful body. The soul does not die, and he will return to this earth in a different guise ...

He imagined himself to be an immortal drop of life that would always fall down — water in a waterfall, dew from a blade of grass, seed in the bosom of a woman ... St. Petersburg, March 5, 2000