You are not a Jew, - he spoke with a strong Ukrainian accent on the wrong language - a mixture of Russian and Ukrainian words, - but you are no better than a Jew. And as the battle ends, I will hand you over to a military court. Bulgakov M. A. “I killed”

Today, the Jewish suburb of Lviv is literally agitated.

- Sophie! Sophie! Wee heard? Sugochka has run down!

- Ta wi sho! Can't beat it! Who told you this?

- Taki and pomegla?

- Well this should be the case! And in the vchega also Abgamchik ...

The suburb miraculously survived and remained populated, despite the fact that the yard was 1943 ... The Nazis took away all: women, and children, and the elderly. Yes, and Bendera committed their raids, beating and robbing the Jews.

Today Sarah girl died. Together with Abram, they were a wonderful couple. But their parents, for whatever reasons they alone, forbade lovers to meet. Then the young people did not find anything better than to drink more medications for insomnia and fall asleep forever. Now, of course, their parents became friends. Together they tear each other's hair on their heads. Together, they scolded Monya, an apothecary, who sold medicine to children. It’s easy for him now ...

The next day, the children were buried in a nearby Jewish cemetery.

At night, when the commemoration was over, and inconsolable parents tried to go to bed, three human shadows were added to the shadow of the cemetery fence. Uncertainly, they clung to the sharp pins of the fence, and then they jumped down, waving their arms funny. They dragged shovels through the bars.

I will not hide their names, especially since they are still invented. Ahead, proudly sticking out his mustache to the side, went Stepan. Behind him, stooping and sipping his nose with snot, went Petro. And the last, putting a shovel on his shoulder, Stepan’s nephew, Mykola, walked. Mikola was a child from a failed family, so he lived with his uncle. Uncle introduced him to the new, dark entertainment. Petro went to the cemetery, mainly because of the gorilka that Stepan carried with him. All three wore black leather caps with a swastika and the same color uniform with a bandage on his left hand. The bandage also showed a swastika.

- Well, scho? Vrz soon - Petro asked Stepan every minute.

- That here, vzhe almost prishli. - answered Stepan. - Gay! Flick! Neither zmerz?

- That neither, uncle. - answered Mikola.

“Mykola,” Petro asked the boy. - And will you ever be fucking this woman?

- And yak zhish, uncle Petro.

- And you, you can not even make yourself a normal twist?

- I can neither. Can. Tilka this will rob usu, then I want to rob it.

- Stepan, and we are not lousy here? - asked Petro Stepan.

- That neither! And scho? Even if i stripe? What? - calmly answered him Stepan. - We are Bendera!

Finally they came. Breathless, missed on the first. Then, Stepan brought the lantern to the grave plate (the monument had not yet been erected) and read the syllables:

- Sa-ra Sno-Lich. 1927-1943. Ty ё! Bach - usgo Sheshsha rokiv! Good day!

Petro took a shovel and began to dig. Then he was replaced by Mykola. And Stepan, having taken more on his chest, walked around the grave around, checking if there was anyone nearby.

The three of them removed the coffin from the grave and placed it nearby. With the help of a crowbar, Stepan opened the lid and threw it near. In a wooden box lay a young girl, even a girl. She was very pale in the light of the lantern and the moon. White bow on long black hair and the same white dress. Stepan ran his hand under the dress and squeezed his white thigh. On his unshaven face, a desired and disgusting smile froze.

- Well, scho, Mikola? Is she tabi? He asked his nephew. - Bach, yak princess.

- Look, uncle. - Mykola answered with an unexpected bass.

Petro was silent as he drank the vodka. And Mikola bent over the girl and began to kiss her in bulging plump lips. Before dying, they shrunk as if she was kissing. In fact, it was so. Before her death, she pressed a picture of her beloved to those lips.

- Well, bude! Enough chelmokatsya! - said Stepan. - Give her the backdoor harmony. Petro, blow syudy!

Stepan took the collar of his dress with his hands and pulled with all his might. With a slight crackling white matter dispersed. Under it was found white girlish body. The breasts protruded from the body to half a finger, not more. Huge pink nipples, which are now giving away a blue, in an instant were squeezed between Stepan's thumb and index fingers. He drew them with all his might, twisting in both directions. And then he clamped the whole breast with his palm and ottyagil it entirely.

- Uncle! Give i mine polapat - asked Mykola.

- Hush, baibas! - Stepan let go one nipple and weighed the guy upside the head. - You are more likely to call!

But he let go, and the crumpled chests of the corpse began to caress boyish palms. A member of Mikola began to bulge out of his pants. Stepan at this time finally tore the dress and pulled it from under the body. Panties, he also ripped, without removing. The shaved pussy of a Jewish girl brought him affection. Because of this part of her body, she seemed even younger. Stepan licked his thumb and stuck it between soft pink folds. He drove them here and there. A minute later he added another finger, and then another. Enough having sex with the fingers of a corpse, Stepan began to stretch the vagina with both hands, looking inside. In this quiet, but wildly neighing. Perhaps, only Petro showed no interest in the body. He drank a vodka and he didn’t care what his friend did.

And Mikola finished stroking Sarah's breasts. He got to his feet and began to unbutton his pants.

- Well, garneau, Micola. So i be, - said Stepan to his nephew. - You'll be the first.

Mykola smeared his dick with lard so that he could better enter the dead vagina. His uncle went away for a while to keep his drunken friend company. And Mikola spread the legs of the corpse wider and, spreading its folds to the sides, thrust the head of the greased member inside. Then he gently pushed and, lifting his face to the sky, made several pushes. Then his little dick fell out of the girl's vagina and Mikola had to transfer his gaze from the stars to her vagina.

- Uncle! Uncle! Bach! She has a home! Cried the guy again.

His penis was indeed in the blood.

- Here is an asshole! Skilki once I those gutoril - ori! Well i scho - shelter. Are you screaming bloody? Maybe she has a whole bula. And you broke it to her. She is sve ssim fresh ...

Mykola calmed down and again, with his head up to the sky, had a breathless body. But now he did it more carefully, so that the member does not fall out. Gradually, entering into a rage, he slowly moaned. At the same time, he squeezed the girl's buttocks, strangely glowing in the cemetery darkness, even more tightly.

Stepan bit a piece of rye bread and now, continuing to feel the pinching-hot taste of alcohol in his mouth, he headed for the deceased. He got rid of his pants, realizing that if he continued taking alcohol further, it would be more difficult to do so. Then he opened the girl's mouth and put his stake there. His friend sat next to the lid of the coffin and lit a cigarette. And Stepan gently squatted over the girl’s mouth. But alcohol had its effect, and the man, having lost his balance, sank his ass onto his tender breasts with dead-pink nipples. Then, stepping back a little, he began to lead the end of these pink-blue circles. At the same time, he slightly cheered. Soon he was joined by his nephew, who, feeling that he was about to finish, put his dick on the other breast of the girl and was now stroking his head. And he soon finished. His sperm spread over the breasts of the girl, and he smeared it.

- Scho, I bachu you already finished ....