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She walked along the seashore. Without food. Without sleep. Without water. Barefoot. In rags. Old, shabby shoulder bag.

On the left is the sea and on the right are the rocks that run up to the very sky, black as thunder. When the forces left her, she just stopped, straightened the strand of her long black hair, staring at her toes. On the scratched nails. On thin blue veins on tanned skin. In the black sky the bird cried.

- You have? - She heard an ingratiating male voice, raised her head, looking into the attentive eyes of a bearded man.
“Yes,” she looked into the green pool, into brilliant lights.
- Come on, - the man held out his palm, with the inner side up.

Doomed sobbing, not looking away, she opened her bag and pulled out into the light of God a tiny piece of bread, callous as the heart of this man. Sea wave foam touched her foot, sparks of hope were born in her chest, the man continued to hold his hand in a demanding gesture.

“You are her,” said the man, taking the bread, never taking his eyes off the girl’s face.
“Yes,” she answered calmly, feeling the warmth of his skin.
- That girl from ...
“Yes,” she interrupted him, giving back the bread.
- The one that ...
“Yes,” she felt sticky bread crumbs on the skin of her palm.
- And you know that you ...
“Yes,” she squeezed her fist, the very one in which she held the bread.

He waved his hand, his free hand. She cried out miserably, falling on her back. The foam of the incident wave is colored red. The girl bit her broken lip, looking black as the thunder of the sky.

- Why? She said quietly, feeling under the rags, on her wounded, sunburned skin, the warmth of the hands of a man.
“Just ...” He held his palm on her stomach, putting a slice of bread on her breast.
- Do you know what I wear? - the man bent over the girl and carefully looked at the stream of blood running from her broken lip.
“No,” she looked at the sun, without closing her eyes, burning the retina to the nerve glands.
- Why? - he leaned lower, peering at her black eyebrow.
“I look at the sun,” the girl smelled stale bread.

The sun trembled, blinking, and she already knew what was about to happen.

- Is he will come to you, - the man felt her smell.
“Yes,” she exhaled heavily, a piece of bread fell from her chest, hitting the shell.
“Good,” he blew out his nostrils, feeling his smell even more strongly.

He sat down on his knees, not removing his palm from her belly. The sun abruptly jumped over the rocks and immediately reappeared, with a black halo around the edges. The sea calmed down and it became absolutely quiet.

- He is not - a man sat on his knees, head down.
“I’m sorry,” she squeezed the stone, polished with eternity to mirror shine, with her fingers.
The sun not. This is not the same nuclear reactor created ...
“Yes,” she interrupted him, touching the trickle of caked blood with her tongue.
- You have to go, - the man ran the pillows of his fingers on the skin of her stomach.

She closed her eyes only when the sound of his steps completely dissolved in the absolutely silent air. She barely got to her feet, squeezing a piece in the whitened fingers. of this the bread itself. And although here their it was not there, but the girl reached the nearest cave a second before the sun, uttering a barely audible crackling, flooded everything with an unbearable bright light.

* * *

No one could say for sure how long she was sitting in this cave, leaning her back to the red-hot granite. Hour, year, moment ... Time here did not have any integrity and constancy, it did not exist at all. Only once did they change in the black sky of the sun, announcing the change of year, eternity, century ... He entered the cave when the bright light abruptly subsided, even penetrating here. Absolutely naked young man, shyly covering his groin with his palm, shaking off the scaly skin from his shoulders with his second hand.

The young man froze in indecision in the middle of the cave, looking at her, sitting by the wall, wrapped in rags, with a swollen lip and closed eyes. Without a word, I sat down opposite, pressing my shoulder blades into the cooling stones, stretching my legs and not removing my palms from my palms.

Time again did not exist, only the bird shouted somewhere and there was a splash of distant waves.

“Did you go to that store for me?” The girl whispered slightly, trying to open her eyelids.
- Yes.
- How old are you? - Immediately asked the young man, breathing heavily, keeping his eyes on the girl.
“Twenty-eight,” she squeezed the bread clutched in her hand to the crunch of her knuckles.
“You know, if I hadn’t got here, I’d probably have been taken away,” the young man replied a century later, illuminating everything around with a white-toothed smile.
- To Army? She smiled back, stretching her lips.
“I wouldn't finish the first course,” the young man removed his hand from his groin, rubbing his sweaty palms.
- What's your name? - she opened her eyes, slightly bowing her head, looking at the student who was sitting opposite her.
- Misha, and you are Julia, I read on your badge, - the young man looked at her with blue eyes with sadness.
- Tell how this what happened to you? - Yulia looked at Michael more meaningfully, wrapping herself more tightly in her improvised clothes.
- I was returning from the store, again thinking about you. I bought bread, remember? Behind the cashier was you. We accidentally touched each other with our palms when I laid out the bread from the basket. Then I tried with all my might not to look at you, on your face ... On your legs in these simple jeans of yours, and this your cashier apron covering ... you. Why in your store all cashiers work standing up?

The girl shrugged, throwing a hazy sound out of her chest.

- I was returning from the store, all in myself. Crossing the road ... I don’t know how to explain it, suddenly everything stopped somehow, as if it were hanging, and it went again. I went to my house, went up to the floor I needed ... I entered the apartment, but I do not remember how I opened the front door. My parents did not notice me, as if I was not there, only my mother asked my father about me, something like why I did not return for so long. I could not understand anything, it was all very strange, I just went to the front door and realized that I had passed through it ... I don’t remember how I got out of the door, I only remember myself near that very road and I remember a car, a foreign car, with broken body and myself. I looked at myself. I was lying in the middle of the road, in the center of a huge traffic jam, in a very strange position and in a pool of blood, and then I don’t remember anything ...

The young man paused, looking around with astonishment.

“And then I found myself already here, without clothes, standing at sea, knee-deep in water,” Misha finished in a barely audible whisper.

Tears rolled from the girl's eyes. Pressing the back of her head into the stone, Julia could not hold back her sobs, looking at this unfortunate boy, impressionable boy, stupid boy ...

“Why ... you ... though ... would not speak to me?" - She cried out through sobs, rushing her stomach to the ground, stretching her hands to the boy, not releasing stale bread from her palm.
- I do not know, I ... I almost never spoke to anyone first, in particular, with adult girls ... - the young man jumped to his feet, pressing his bare back against the granite.
- But you kept a diary! They then found him, they did not interpret him in the wrong way, good people told them that you and I ... And then I supposedly left you! - screamed the girl, shuddering in sobs, lying on the rocks, pulling his knees to his chest.
- I looked up from the ticket office, it was your father. It was he who shouted all this to me before pulling the trigger ... - the girl sobbed and still could not calm down.
- You saw here him? - Misha whispered, dropping to his knees next to the sobbing girl, no longer paying any attention to his nakedness.
“Yes,” she lifted her head, wiping her wet face with her wrist.
- And I saw. He told me to come here ... to you.
- What for?! - ...

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