Chapter 4. The river Mara

I decided not to leave the coast of Mary, for fear of getting lost. The sky dragged on with low overcast clouds and, plunging into the forest, I could lose my orientation.

Having shaken out of the still damp, the contents of the bag, I was surprised to find, in addition to the table, the bundle. Spread out the tablecloth to dry, unwrap the bundle - Flint!

Taking a chair and flint in his hands, he struck each other - sparks splashed in a yellow sheaf. There was also a tinder, but he got wet. I put the tinder next to the tablecloth to dry and began to look out for dry grass and, surprisingly, did not find it. I had to go deep into the forest and collect the deadwood.

But I couldn’t have managed to light up the deadwood, thick dry branches, and then I remembered how in childhood, with the help of a magnifying glass, they lit birch bark. I walked up to the birch and, nailing off the peeling bark, pulled down white stripes as thin as parchment. Having chosen the thinnest of branches and folded it, he folded them with a hut, and put bark inside the hut. Holding a flint struck a chair over it. The birch bark flared up like gunpowder and, burning down, it lit the branches. A few minutes later the fun was blazing.

I put the tinder next to the fire to dry, took off my sneakers and ordered lunch to the tablecloth, or maybe dinner: because of the clouds in the forest it was dark and incomprehensible, day or evening.

This time I ordered a bottle of vodka - Stolichnuyu! - I said loudly - even the one that is three sixty-two. Vodka appeared.

I rubbed my hands - Taak, now Doctor's sausages, that! - I raised my voice - which is two twenty, from the Soviet Union, three hundred grams! - sausage, wrapped in paper, rolled on the tablecloth - now bread, black, fourteen kopecks, from the same USSR, half a loaf! - and the bread materialized from the ether.

I looked at the tablecloth, something was missing, oh yeah! Dessert - and give me a pair, no, two pairs of cocoa briquettes with sugar, pressed, ten kopecks — and four cocoa briquettes wrapped in paper wrappers were drawn on a tablecloth.

- Fuck !! - I said to myself and, turning the sausage, opened the vodka.

No one looked at me and, throwing back my head, I poured vodka down my throat, thus halving the bottle. Putting the bottle, he wiped his lips, drank a crust of black bread and bit off the sausage.

- It was necessary to order another sprat. And open with what? - I talked to myself.

I drank the other half of the bottle in sips, in two rounds, eating bread and sausage.

After finishing the meal - cocoa decided to eat before bedtime - I suddenly became puzzled - And what about the empty bottle?

I remembered that when I was traveling with Zabava to the 30th, I left my friends where we spent the night. But here, for some reason, I was preoccupied with ecology - Is I drunk, or what?

My first thought was to throw the bottle in Maru, but I angrily and indignantly rejected it.

- bury? - I looked at my hands, I didn’t want to dig the ground with my fingers - Aah - I waved my hand and, throwing a bottle and a sausage wrapper on the tablecloth, turned it into a bundle - the evening is wiser, tomorrow something will be invented.

I threw the branches into the fire and leaned against the tree under which I sat - Still a strange kind of forest - I again spoke to myself and looked around - neither a peep of mosquitoes, nor butterflies fluttering, nor tweeting in the bushes of nightingales, or any beast - I paused - and seemingly seemingly an ordinary forest: birch trees, pines, fir trees ... fir trees ... you - I pecked my nose and with effort left my eyelids: the tension had gone, vodka acted, I wanted to sleep.

I got up and, moving the branch, as Zabava did, who was dying down the fire, realized that there was nothing to make a bed. I looked around again: I didn’t want to break the birch trees, and the lower branches of the pines and fir trees were four meters high and I didn’t want to climb. I caught a knot of a tablecloth, and I unfolded it - Oops! - there was no bottle or paper!

- Fuck yourself! Pure annihilation! - I was standing over a spread cloth and ... and ...I suddenly realized that I was afraid to go to her.

Finally, I realized what had to be done and, turning the tablecloth over, put the face into place.

As soon as I lay down, I immediately fell asleep.

I woke up at night with a parched throat and a sticking dick, almost pissing off. He got up and, approaching the river, first got drunk, scooping palms, and then pissing.

The clouds dispersed, the full yellow moon shone, reflected in the black mirror of the water surface and, I listened, there was no doubt: like the sound of a stream among the stones, the sound of cicadas was heard along the riverbank.

I returned, lay down and, smiling, fell asleep while singing cicadas.

In the morning a cuckoo woke me up and I lay there and counted, but, having counted to one hundred, I waved my hand and sat down.

My throat went dry and I went to the water and got drunk, and then, like at night, I piss into the river.

When he returned, he found cocoa briquettes in the grass, ate them, enjoying the taste of chocolate, wrapped the wrappers from the briquettes in a tablecloth and put them in a bag. After scattering the embers of the burnt branches, he picked up the tinder and also put it in the bag.

Having put on shoes that were dried out for the night, I didn’t want to eat, I set off along the bank of the Mary.

Walking along the shore, I looked at the trees on the other shore, and they did not seem so high, but when I looked up, trying to see the tops of the trees here - I did not see the peaks behind the interlacing of crowns. Finally, I could not stand it, and, removing my bag from my shoulder, I reached the first tree.

I climbed higher and higher. Already the earth is not visible through the branches under me. I looked up - there are all the same branches, but the tops were not visible, and I began to descend and at the very bottom, when there were only a few meters to the ground, I lingered and examined the forest and, suddenly, I saw a very large nest right under one of the trees .

Down on the ground, I went to that tree.

The nest was very large and I had to go around it, I just could not step over it. There was no feathers or fluff, there was no egg shell. It was also surprising that there were no remains of small rodents or birds near the nest.

“What kind of bird did she spend the night here?” - I asked myself and did not find the answer.

I leaned over and touched the floor of the nest, covered with some very soft grass - the grass kept someone's warmth. I walked away and, hiding behind the trees, waited.

Whether the vodka drunk yesterday affected, or got tired of on the way, but I fell asleep.

I did not hear the rustle of the wings, nor the singing, but when I woke up and cast a glance in the direction of the nest, I immediately saw that there was someone in it!

I lay under and behind the tree, and looked out, waiting. But time passed, and there was no stirring in the nest.

Having carefully risen and, having left a bag, left the tree and, sneaking, approached the nest ...

In a nest under a tree, a young beautiful girl was sleeping, covered with some kind of strange feather blanket, more like a big wing.

I was devastated, I was tired of loneliness and exhausted, anger accumulated: the second day there was no sex. And I, crept up to her, knelt down and kissed her lips ...

She threw up in fright, with her eyes wide open and, seeing me, my face was so close — she cried out and pressed her hand to her lips. Tears flowed from his eyes.

“Did you kiss me?” - so much sadness and grief were in these words. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed

- What's wrong with you? Think, kissed?

She removed her hands and, sobbing, replied - I am Alkonost, from Irya, but now I will never return to Iriy, never become the same, now I am a person like you, now I am mortal - and she began to sob again.

She was sorry for her, but anger was stronger than pity: because they set me up, because they deceived me, because I betrayed me, I pulled off my leotard tights and moved my wing.

Beautiful girlish body, white soft skin, light brown nipples - a member was excited, and I climbed on it and, spreading my legs, poked into the crotch, into soft silky pubic hair.

She looked at me with horror, and this horror in her eyes woke rage in me, wild rage and I roughly, with violence, penetrated her flesh.

She covered her eyes with her hands, ...