nose baby.

He took his hands on her chest, big, elastic, like a mango, and carefully licked.

“Sour,” he said, his voice hoarse as after an illness. - Looks like a barberry. You know, there are such sweets? ..

The barberry suddenly twitched.

- What? - asked Baby. - Did I hurt you?

She did not answer. A kind of memory, terribly important and painful, was spinning round in her, and did not want to give in, escaping somewhere into the night darkness. The black, oily eyes of the Kid stared at her point-blank ...

Suddenly Barberry realized that her memory was a name, a name of several, as she thought, words.

The kid was silent, looking intently into her eyes.

“He understands,” thought Barberry, feeling the goosebumps running down her body. - "Understands and waits ..." The cherished name looked out from somewhere of long-standing memories, much older than the copper plate with greenness, and Barberry could not pick it up, with horror realizing that it was about to creep back into the darkness ...

And suddenly, instead of a few words in it, as if out of nowhere, one sounded.

In obedience to impulse, Barberry spoke in a strange, long-forgotten language:

- Mas? ..

And immediately a bright, burning picture formed in it and flourished; and at once the beautiful face of the Kid, gleaming with the flashes of the lamp, began to shine and radiate like the sun in a haze, turning into another person, forgotten and dear - so dear that tears poured out of Barberry, a whole stream of people long held in themselves, peccade tears ...

The room, hidden in the twilight, broke up and sank into nowhere ...

***

- ... What is takoe? - asked a familiar voice. “Tebe's a nightmare?”

Varya, choking with tears and still not understanding anything, instinctively groped a warm body beside her and poked into it like a little tot. A soft hand stroked her hair and back, and at her touch Varyu shook more and more severe spasms of crying.

Hands suddenly disappeared. Through the tight eyelids lit yellow light. “Do not open your eyes. Do not open. Do not open! ... ”- a voice whispered, but Varia did not listen and opened.

There was a room in front of her, lit not by dim, but by quite ordinary electric light. A worried figure leaned over Vary.

- What happened? Tebe bad? Call an ambulance?

Reality came back gradually, in chunks, similar to clusters of linked puzzles.

- Where have you been? - Varya furiously whined. - Where do you go at night? I already know that ... without you ...

- Varya! ... Well, Prasta Ma. I hadl kuryt. Ne can be kureva. Ne poluchaetsya. With you esche terplyu, and I can not sleep at night ...

The reality was as simple as their room. Varya even stopped crying.

- What is in that box? She asked, as if the question directly followed from the old one. - BUT? Why do you keep it locked? Tell me! Tell me! - She took the tone above, seeing how her husband is crooked. - Tell stories! ..

- Falls. Mne need pazvanit.

The husband took the mobile phone and went out into the corridor. Surprised Wari caught: "so what, what a night? ... I paid so much to tebe that one night I didn’t sleep ... cry, did you sleep ... what did I do? ... harasho ... harasho ..."

“Varya,” he said when he returned. - I have to tell tebe something.

Varya silently looked at him.

- Delo is that I used to be ... In general, I was busy with some good things. I was a pimp. Soderzhal prastytutok.

Varya was silent, trying to digest what she had heard.

- I have already started a new life a long time ago ... Odyn psikholog, whom I now called, ochen pamog me. He was the one who advised to marry, see Samyu ... He said that I told you everything to tebe. And in that lizard - dokumenty from my past life. I keep them for the case, if men find Mai enemies. I didn't want them to find them ... What are you saying, Varya?

She looked at him for some time, sobbing by inertia. Then she pulled her husband to her, threw herself on the bed, and clung to him, sighing with relief.

Maksud Asafovich sighed and smiled as he had never smiled at her before ...

It was already dawn.When Varya told about her dream, and then gratefully gave herself to her husband, wincing with pleasure, the sun climbed with impudent rays into the room, and the yellow light of the lamp dissolved into them without a trace.

Kissing Varya, her husband went to work. She also had to go in pairs, and she began to gather, purring a song.

Not stopping to sing, she opened the secretary, got all the same bunch ...

There was no extra key on it.

“I had a dream. I thought so, ”Varya told herself. And she went to the mirror.

The mirror is like a mirror. Ancient, darkened by time. Chilled, Varya bowed her head, as if she wanted to butt her reflection - and poked her head into the cold glass.

She sighed and began to examine the skin on her head, looking for traces of a tattoo. There were no traces.

The last remnants of her sleep were dissolved in a familiar atmosphere, lit by daytime rays. Varya laughed at her fears, stretched to the top with her whole body - and ...

Sticking on her toes, like a statue of a dancer, she looked with round eyes at a strip of blue soot stretching from the mirror and crossing the ceiling ...