brought interesting. Let's see, let's try, as there.

Anya was slightly surprised, because I did not indulge in this even once, but I agreed. Hip hips and walked into the room. I follow her. I didn't even take off my shoes. Why take off your shoes, if you suddenly have to leave. So I will not tie the laces in front of her.

I inserted the disc into the mouth of the drive and pressed "Play." After a couple of seconds, she screamed as if she was being cut. Clutched her nails in the cheeks and jerked with all the dope. Instantly, his cheeks bloated, his face twisted, his eyes barely spread out on the floor. After a second, she fell to the floor and twitched there like a doll. Yelling good mate, jerking his legs, head poking so that it is about to come off.

At first I wanted to run to the kitchen for water, but I stopped. Fists clenched themselves. So pulled hit that barely restrained. She crawled up to me, hugged her knees, whining like a dog.

- Roma, I'm sorry. They got me drunk. I do not remember anything, I did not feel anything. Something I podsypal, I just chained and woke up.

As I then restrained myself, in order not to kick her, I do not remember. My head seemed to float in the fog. Everything blurred before my eyes, and my knees buckled. All the forces in a fist gathered and asked?

- Who are they?

“I don't know,” Anka whined. - They were wearing masks all the time. And they were silent, I could not even recognize the voices.

Damn, who can play such toys in our musty fifteen thousandth town? I turned around, as in the army on the team "Circle" and left the house. Wandered the streets like a lunatic. I did not see the road, I stumbled over all the stones. I almost missed the bus, when for some reason I thought of switching to the other side. He awoke only near the house of a parent friend - the pastor of a Baptist church.

Well, I think, fate itself sent my legs here. He knocked on the gate, heard the dog zabrehal. The pastor came out on the porch, shone a flashlight under his feet, and opened it to me. I was surprised as if we didn’t see him yesterday, but three years ago.

- Well, come on in, - let me through to the yard.

He looked around strangely, as if checking whether there was a “tail” behind me, and locked the gate.

I entered the house, but what to do next was somehow confused. Well, I will not lay out to him right away that my spouse, with whom we were married on the altar, turned out to be a whore. But the pastor - a clever man, immediately realized that I was not in myself. He led me under the elbow into the living room, sat me in a chair, he moved the chair opposite.

“Tell me, Roma,” he said softly, like a patient.

I laid him all as the spirit. He spoke, and he was ashamed to raise his eyes. And as a look raised, I almost swallowed the tongue. The pastor sat as if the stake had devoured. The back is straight, the face is purple and he barely breathes. I, it was thought that my story brought it to such a state. He wanted to run for the water, but then he gave a voice. He cleared his throat quietly and spoke in a strange tone:

- Roma ... if you remember, I told you before the wedding that there were no decent women left. That all, as one, corrupt and deceitful. Recall how Ecclesiastes wrote: and I found that a woman is worse than death because she is a net, and her heart is snares, and her hands are fetters; the good before God will be saved from her, and the sinner will be caught by her.

“I remember,” I interrupted him, “but where is it here?”

- And despite the fact that they are all the same. All the same world Mazan. You will not ransol anyone and you will not let go of sins. And you can not ban - head. It was necessary for you, fool, to obey me and go on a spree before the wedding, as everyone is walking. Who have you spent almost half your life on?

In short, the pastor spoke for a long time. I really did not catch the meaning. Something about the fact that all this nonsense is family loyalty, love and other nonsense. We must live as you want. Because life is one, and at the top with every sinner no one is too busy to work. I looked, and his douches flushed, spit splatters, and he somehow sulked.And before that, Borku looked like a mother pig, which already made me laugh.

“Hey, buddy,” I say to him, “I didn't understand something.” So did you know about Ankin's adventures?

Pastor suddenly shut up like a fish. Only his eyes on me. Swallowed saliva and zayulil, zayulil like a flea in the pan:

- How could you think, Roma? Anyway ... everything she says is true. Now this is happening around, which is not surprising.

That's wonderful, so wonderful. I didn’t say a word to her about her excuses, but he read my thoughts.

- And what does she say? - I asked carefully.

Here the pastor is completely stuck. As the program on a computer perekknulo. Neither there nor here. Only his mouth opens, as if to say what he wants, but he does not fly out a word. I waved my hand at him and went out. He screamed at the dog on the chain and slammed the gate behind him with such force that it seemed to fly off its hinges. I don’t know, I didn’t turn around, only heard the sound of a low sound.

I came home I do not remember how. Passed again without taking off her shoes, Anka on the armchair curled up in a ball and lay as quiet as a mouse.

“Get out,” I told her.

Grabbed some skirt, threw it right in the face. She startled, looked at me with fright, began to change clothes quickly. That's when I suddenly saw her in all its glory. Freak ugly. Some kind of thick, horse teeth, hair - like tow. All faded like a fish. Lips - dumplings, nose - boxing.

As the door slammed behind her, so I howled like a wolf. So it sucks me to not describe. Vitalik, his former teacher's mentor, called, wanted to share with grief, but he began to mumble something incomprehensible into the phone. I have disconnected from sin away. He sat in a chair, lit up. Ashes right on the carpet shook off. I thought I had to take myself in hands somehow. And connect your investigative experience. Why don't I find those assholes? Yes, I can take any bastard to clean water. It is only necessary to collect thoughts in a pile and decompose them on the shelves. That's when I decided to start a diary and write down every step there. Who said what he did, or thought. I will collect crumbs, each look from under my eyes tightly fixed. I will dig the ground with my nose, but I will find these beasts.

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