dress.

But Moishe did not have time to leave. There was a barking of dogs and a dozen shepherds ran out into the cemetery, accompanied by fascist female officers.

- Get the document! - the command of some woman from officers was distributed. She is

she spoke broken Russian, but the Ukrainians understood this quite well.

- What about hto? - frightened asked Petro.

- Hto! Hto! - mimicked his other. - Tse mi, politsi.

- Oh come on! - brave drunk Stepan. - Then I'm from the Ukrainian roschuk ...

After three hours the defilers woke up. Fully razbolbashennye, they were at some base, probably not far from Lviv. Absolutely bare, they were chained to the tiled walls. At the same time they were on their knees. All four of us - the watchman Moishe was also here. The stench was incredible - probably, there used to be a toilet here. The door opened, and four German female officers entered. Below the belt of clothing were only chrome boots. Without saying a word, they pressed themselves against the faces of the prisoners with their bristling pubis.

- Oh me! I! - moaned a woman who licked Stepan. However, the rest did the same. - Ser gut!

From her moans, Stepan began to get excited. He was ready to think that nothing terrible would happen. But then he got his foot in the balls and the excited member. And he received not lightly, as in wrestling, but purely concrete. Almost to loss of pulse.

- Stand, sfoloch! There is no air! Nine! - shouted a woman shouted, gave Stepan in the balls.

Then she bent over his face and spat twice, trying to get into his eyes. For mate in her address, Stepan received again with his boot in the balls and twice in the stomach. A friend of that woman (and Stephen’s nephew was licking her) asked her to wait. She approached Stepan and also bent over his face. Then she put two fingers into her mouth and, after making vomit roaring sounds, blevanul directly on the face of the Ukrainian necrophilia.

Then the women took off their boots and made the prisoners lick their sweaty feet. Petro from this was not good, but any delay was punished with a single blow to the balls. Stepan already understood this and did not swear. Moreover, it was not the worst. Then the women put on their boots and forced the prisoners to lick their feet already in their boots.

After the officers came out. After a quarter of an hour, they entered, already dressed. Now there were about fifteen people. One of them, the most vicious, held a piece of paper in her hand. Then she began to read:

- Fee is our captives. Fuck you while you are useful to us. After this place places fy otfrafit f concentration laquer. Fam understand? Fershteyn?

The captives were silent.

- Panyatna, I ask? - she went to cry.

Without waiting for an answer, the rest ran up to the men and began to beat them on their faces. They were beaten until they confirmed that they understood. Then the main one continued:

- The shadow of fi bute oblizyfat us everything that my sama said. Kromi Toko: we don’t have aphids the face of no eating and drinking. Therefore, the boote is that my face is zastafim - everything that will get our bodies out to the fam. Is it panyatna? Pak all. And remember - it is useful to beat the fam useful to us.

Honestly, the prisoners did not understand about the food. Do not understand yet. Over the next three hours, they regularly licked a variety of officers' vaginas. Then they all left, and the captives could talk. True, only Moishe said:

- Well, truncated, boys - typer us skiff ...

An hour later, one of the officers came into the cell.

- Who wants to drink? She asked. Everyone was silent, then she pointed to Mikola. - You, malshik.

Having lowered trousers and cowards, she approached Mykola.

“Open your mouth,” she said.

He did not open. Then she hit him hard in the face and squeezed his nose.

- Hi, Ni is necessary! Uncle, it seems to her! - shouted Mikola.

- You scho, bitch fascist, moto tribinnik! - shouted at her Stepan.

But the woman took advantage of the fact that the boy’s mouth was open and let in a stream of yellow liquid. She did not let go of his nose. Mikola choked and did not swallow, but part of the urine nevertheless fell into his stomach, while the rest spread over his naked body.When the policeman let go of his nose, blood began to flow from him.

- Do, bitch! - only said Stepan.

The woman left, giving finally to Mikole in the balls with her foot. But after her immediately entered the second.

- Here gofolyat that you, scum, - and she pointed to Stepan. - You really want to eat. Almost gotofo.

She performed a simple operation with her pants and sat on Stepan’s face. From fatigue, he could not do anything and under the weight of her ass, lowered his ass on the grated floor, where vomiting had not yet dried up. And the woman sharply put her fingers into Stepan’s mouth and pulled his lower jaw. From pain, Stepan howled, and the officer, rolling his eyes, released a long black turd in his mouth. Stepan spit out the shit, but the woman, surprising everyone, did not beat him. She just said:

- Nicheco, nicheko. I want to have a claw, but Boca pray for me that my constipation is not hot ...

Wiping her ass on the man's chin, she put on her pants and left.

Drops of dew sparkled with magic stones in the first rays of the rising sun. Somewhere nearby zaviristel lark. He sang a hymn to the new day. As the sun rose higher and higher, the air temperature rose. Now the dew has dried and ceased to spark in the sun. But under the sun lay two children's corpses, extracted from the dug graves.

At this time, the corpse of the girl moved. Or did it seem to me? No, here she opened her eyes and moved her hand. The corpse of the boy also began to show signs of life. How strange. Here they both rose to their feet, shyly covering intimate places, and, having widely opened eyes, look at each other.

- Sarah, are we dead?

“Probably,” the girl replied. - Where are we? Looks like a graveyard.

- Yes exactly. Here are our graves. And this is what, - and he pointed to the gnawed corpse.

- That's disgusting.

“I guess we are on Paradise,” said Abram, removing his hands from his member. - Let's go from here, here nobody will forbid us to love each other.

Yes, reader. If you read it to the end, then I'm glad. But, I hope that you will read this ending too, so that you will not have a wrong opinion about me and my work. First of all, this applies to those for whom this story of mine will be the first.

So, I, in my work, try not to stand still. You always want to write something new (and you should strive for this in life). So, this one is also something new.

That was the first. Secondly, someone might get the impression that I am a nationalist. No, this is not entirely true. I, much more racist than nationalist. By the way, the thought that I am Ukrainian / Jewish / fascist, too, can safely be discarded. I just like the Ukrainian language due to the fact that there are a lot of cool and savory words.

And finally, thirdly, if someone from the Ukrainians is offended by the way I illiterately (well, most likely) used their speech here, then my demand is low. I know all these words from anecdotes and from advertising that I saw when I rested in the Crimea.

I don’t know if it will be interesting to you, but the project “Defilers of the Graves” was conceived in fact, moreover, at the present time. The first was a statue of a diver in Neskuchny Garden. I have photos of this action, but I do not know where to put them. So, if anyone is interested, then you can agree, change.

Well, until we meet again, and I hope there will be more of them. In the sense-to pobachennya, yak gutted in Ukraine.

Imperior. October 2002.