did not immediately accept what I found. He again felt the chill breath of the coastal wind, and again he wanted to wrap himself in a cloak. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes - and re-read the three paragraphs found in the old book:

"... Who just did not strike the arrows of the cunning Eros! During it black-eyed Kisse, one of the hundred daughters of the sea elder Nerea and Dorida's oceanids, fell in love with the satire of Gorgos living in the coastal cliff. Under the satire's amusing appearance, she saw the quivering, faithful heart. Their happiness did not last long: for seven days the terrible old man Nereus was in ignorance, and on the eighth he was angry with fierce anger and imprisoned tender Kisse in the deepest depths of the Ocean, chained in golden shackles.

The tinted-colored sea foamed up, the sky was covered with thunderclouds: nature and all its elements began to cry with beautiful Kisse, who shed tears in bitter imprisonment. Gorgos understood the signs of nature, was overwhelmed with great sorrow and rushed into exile, wanting to heal the wounds inflicted by Eros.

Once in his wanderings, he appeared at the altar of Boreas and appealed to the quick-winged god: “O Boreas, soaring everywhere, a free, mighty god! Do you know where beautiful Kisse is? ”The god of the northwind compassioned himself and appeared to him, and said:“ Woe to you, O satyr! Kisse languishes in the depths of the Ocean, where you can’t get to me or to you. ” "Is it possible to propitiate Nerey?" "Can. But in order for you to be tested. ” "What the same?". "First you must sacrifice all that you have to him." "Hey"! cried the satyr and ustr ... "

These were the “Ancient Greek Tale, presented by Archilochom by Scythian and recited to Russkam Reader for the Enlightenment of the Soul and Fun of Uma Epiphanius Bolkhovitinov, St. Petersburg, in the Free Typography of Weibrecht, 1818.” Then it was neatly torn off: from the junction of an ancient legend, someone twisted a goat's leg.

“And ister”, George repeated, looking at one point. "All that you have mean?"

Before him stood the choice between logic and madness. In madness, however, there was its own logic, and it seemed to George more convincingly than ordinary logic. Therefore, in fact, there was no choice for George.

On the same day, George cashed all his accounts. Then he posted ads on the network - and in a matter of days, he sold off all valuables. During his stay there was an empty apartment with a laptop, all kinds of motts, not to be sold, and a travel bag full of clothes and bills.

On the decisive day, he felt a chill flooding him swiftly, like cold water. He became frightened, and he decided to get drunk as a lord. Georgy never got drunk, but today he only needed to get over to the other side of the Sea Embankment, go to the shore and drop the bag into the Gulf of Finland. For this, a minimum of sobriety was required; George was not afraid to squander it, and by the night the lights of the lanterns danced in his eyes with dashing fireflies.

"Satire is supposed to be drunk," he thought, not noticing that he was bawling this phrase for the fun of the public. The turbulent turbulence, in which he flew, having released the brakes, was already close, and George excitedly rejoiced at the blackness waiting for him. “Accept my sacrifice, prema-uu-udal elder,” he bawled out a chant; “All that I have!”, He shouted at the whole embankment, - “everything, everything, EVERYTHING !!! - he wheezed, sewing the bag into the waves - and, not keeping his balance, flew there after her.

The last thing he remembered was a zigzag of lanterns imprinted on the retina, as in a photo with poor shutter speed.

... He woke up where it is. His chills churning, cruel, like a jackhammer. Behind the wall could hear someone bickering. "How did I know that he had malaria?" - dismantled Geogriy. And also: “Why is there no fuck at least in this nursing center? ...”

... The second time he woke up in the hospital, which he immediately recognized: the entourage of the post-Soviet chamber could not be confused with anything. There was no one in the ward. Next to him on the floor lay his bag. Trembling, George bent over to her ...

All its contents were in place: wet, matted clothes and a bag with bills, almost not soaked.Only on one side did water seep through a small hole, and on the paper in which the bundle was wrapped, Gregory saw the blot of smeared ink. In her twists, the profile of a bearded old man could be guessed.

"The old man Nereus attached a seal," George thought bitterly.

He was better: drunk weathered, there was no chill, and he saw the entire history of his last days clearly, without mirages and fog. Her colossal idiocy did not wake him with either shame or anger: his brain resembled a white sheet of paper, clean and cold, and everything in it was clear and sterile, like in a hospital ward.

***

With the same sterility inside, he left the hospital and went home to an empty apartment.

When all the boring things were done and you had to occupy yourself with something, George sat down at the laptop. He did not know what was interesting to him, and therefore he automatically sent the last search query, Kisse.

A week ago, he was passionately looking for everything that could be associated with this word, and Yandex gave him only "kiss mi baby" ...

But now...

George flinched. On the screen, the first line contained the link, which was not there before: KISSE DIARY.

It was a LiveJournal. George shuddered; After a while, he clicked on the link and froze, looking at the monitor.

A page decorated in a pseudo-Greek style has opened. In disbelief, George read:

“I get it all the time, why I changed my nickname and image in general. “Katyusha, well, tell me stories!” And I fastened, fastened, because well, there must be a person some intimate things, not all be thrown into the network ... But I myself was so tempted that I decided, takskzt, to bare barely . Nate, look at your health! All that is dumped here is the holy truth. Or rather, this: not the whole truth is dumped, because ... because!

In general, so. My friends know that I rested in Greece. We went with papulik, and papulik gave me a real golden cage there. That is impossible, this is impossible, and do not get away from it. Apparently, he believes that a woman at seventeen is something like a wolf, whom we do not feed, but he is still looking into the forest. Estimate, people: I am in Greece, in a real living Greece ... here, under the fence, maybe, Dionysus was lying, and Orpheus's songs were bawling ... and they keep me in this moronic hotel !!! Well, that is, he is, of course, cool and all that, but he is no different from the same hotels anywhere, at least in our Crimea. Estimate: arrived to Greece, and Greece as such - figs with butter!

Of course I ran away. Not for good, of course - a mini-runaway from a chicken coop, a light sortie ... Officially, I had fun at the water park - for Papulik, while he smoked a hookah in the cafe. And actually went on a tour.

I climbed on this awesome island for two hours and felt like a real nymph !!! These rocks, and flocks of sheep, and ruins, and the sky, are so blue-blue and deep, just bottomless ... Finally, when I turned home, I saw a naked peasant under the rock. He was ... how to say it ... well, in short, he was in harmony with all this, with real Greece, which filled me up to my ears, that I climbed a bush and admired it for half an hour, maybe more. He was so strong, muscular all, and with such a funny beard - a bit like a satyr.

The next day I ran away again, and immediately ran to that rock :) The guy was there, and naked again. I have already composed a story about him (I will not tell) ... and suddenly ... HE SAW ME !!!

HE CALLS ME TO YOURSELF !!!

Mama.

Estimate, people. I can not describe how I was shaking everything, and what color I was ... Went. I went where to go.

He shouted to me in English - it means, after all, a tourist. And I imagined that he was local, Greek ...

In general, it does not matter. I went down to him. The first minute of the conversation ... let's not talk about it. I was burning like a May rose, and he was so cool, confident ... Also my moron English ...

And it ended ... guess!

He invited me to go swimming. Naked. Mommies.

It was scary only in the first minute, when I took off and standing without everything :) And then ... There are no words to convey this impossible buzz from the sea, the sun, from the fact that you are all naked, and next to you is a naked man, unfamiliar, but so cool, such and such-and-such! and it seems, you know him for a hundred years, and not a bit ashamed, but only the lightness is so special in the whole body, and delight, delight, calf delight, which I have not experienced for a hundred years, and more !!!

His name was George. Joe. I still do not know where he comes from - probably from Australia, because his English is atypical, not like the British and the Yankees. However, such a polyglot as I ... It doesn't matter. We understood each other perfectly. He asked me my name, and I ...

I suddenly wanted to be for him a Greek woman. All my ears buzzed, what is my Greek type, although the real Greek women, as it turned out, are completely different ... but it doesn't matter. It was pure improvisation. My family was all called Kisa. And I decided to remake the Kisa in the ancient Greek way :) Pure influx. Here you have a solution)))

I'm writing confused ... sorry, if anything, okay? This is not the main thing, of course. About the main thing somehow scary to write. The main thing happened on the second day. I went to him daily. He did not seduce me, did not bother. He just hugged me and ... and began to kiss so that I choked.

I was cut off like a zombie. I can not write about it. It is clear that for the first time ... and all that. But everything that is written about it, and even everything that you can fantasize yourself - that is all ... well, as you read about strawberries, what it is juicy, sweet, tasty - or you eat it fresh, with dew, from a grandmother's bed .. Although this comparison is bullshit. All garbage, all garbage words.

Yes, and after that he did this to me. See, I confessed. Undress so undress: I say - it was very painful, but the pain itself was like ... As a religious rite. As if they sacrifice me to the gods. And it also blew the roof. Will you laugh ?!

Every day I went to him, and every day we did IT. Many times. On the sand and in the water. Naked, naturally. Very soon it was not painful, but it was such a huge, thoughtful, drop dead, impossible, with nothing even close - incomparable ...

I can not write further. The folder got wind of me and locked me up. I did not have time to say goodbye or take the coordinates, idiot, such a debilator ... The folder did not know, of course, what and how, but my shoots stopped it under the pretext of malaria - they say, the epidemic on the island. What is malaria for the devil ??? ... I don’t know either the name or the phone, I don’t even have a photo ... I hate my father. I hate everybody. And myself too.

Well - now I will cry until the morning. Nafig I wrote it all ??? ... "

***

Then followed the whole sheets of comments.

George did not read them. With a trembling hand, he poked at the touchscreen, scrolled up the page, opened the profile, and began typing the letter.

His hands scurried around the keyboard at a breakneck pace, clinging to the adjacent keys. He typed words, phrases, paragraphs, erased them, cursed and typed again, from scratch, and so - many, many times, until he exhausted and sent a letter blindly, without reading, and did not lean back in his chair, and breathed greedily , deeply, to the red circles in the eyes, thinking of Kisse and the great mercy of the wise old man ...