- In no case do not interrupt me and do not ask stupid questions until I finish. I hope this is clear?

* * *

The first thing that catches your eye is downed knees. Then, abrasions and scratches on the hands, broken nails, hematoma on the shoulder, swollen chapped lips and dark circles under the eyes. And look. A look full of pain, guilt, and pleading for forgiveness. A blue vein knocks on a thin neck with a hammer.

Everything is clear without words. My heart sank, and fists clenched. To whitened bones. “Bastards, scoundrels! I will find them, I will get them out of the ground. ”

- How ... how did it happen? - I ask loudly, and recall: Lord, what I do, so it is impossible! - Sorry, sorry, I will not scream. Tell me where ...

- In the west wing of the park. There the road passes near the fence.

“Damn it! And there is. A highway about five meters from the fence, how am I ... "

- What are you ... how are you there ... - I stumble. No way to cope with anxiety. Thoughts are jumping. Tides of compassion are mixed with flashes of anger.

- There is a glade and a gazebo. Many colors, pleasant smells. Nobody goes there, and I love to look at passing cars.

"... passing cars ..."

- How many were there?

- Three. Two waited in an open red car, and one approached the fence and called me. He was very polite. And he had the blue eyes of the poet.

In horror, I cover my face with my hands so as not to see those blue eyes in front of me. But it seems that they look right in the heart.

We must continue.

- What's next? - I ask.

“He said that he knew everything about me and would help get over the fence if I wanted to take a sip of the free wind in their car.”

"... take a sip of the free wind ..."

I gritted my teeth, but, having curbed the flash of rage, I ask how it can be impassive:

- And then?

- We arrived at the white stone house with columns, near the forest. He led me inside along a path of red granite tiles, and the two of them cheerfully shouted to come in about thirty minutes. They laughed ... Me too.

Inside, I froze. Somewhere far outside the window, a siren howled hysterically. Red granite tiles, white house near the forest, antique columns ...

- And in this house ...

- He put me in a comfortable plush chair and gave me a lemonade with ice. There were emerald drapes in the room, music was playing softly ...

My head barely rests on my shoulders. Emerald, insanely beautiful drapes ... twelve credits per meter ...

Broken lips and a broken voice, carefully deduce:

Last thing I remember, I was,
Running for the door,
I had to find the passage back,
To the place I was before,
`Relax,` said the night man,
We are programmed to receive,
You can check out any time you like,
But you can never leave.

(And the last thing that I remember
How I run to the door

- Enough! - I can not stand. - How he ... behaved at this time

- He sat on the floor near my feet and began to stroke them. He told me that he had been watching me for a long time. That really loves me. Then he said that we should not be afraid that it would not hurt, except a little, and at first, and then I would learn to endure. At the same time, he took my feet in the palm of his hand and wanted to kiss them, but I am afraid of tickling ... And his lips are hot.

"... lips are hot."

“Half an hour passed and those two entered?” - I involuntarily raise my voice.

- ... Yes. Everything has changed. And he changed ... He no longer said that he loved me.

I know all too well what happened afterwards, and in vain swallowing a lump stuck to the larynx, I ask the last question:

“And ... later, when ...” the damned voice trembled treacherously — when there was pain. Did you like it again? Aroused?

— ...

I make a sign of a feldsher. He throws a checkered blanket over the boy's shoulders and leads him away.I spend a tender loving look touching snow-white crest on his crown.

- No need to accept, - I say to the investigator. - And there will be no business. Herman is incapacitated and, unfortunately, only mentally ill. He will not believe. Especially with such a diagnosis.

- And you, and other people? - the investigator asks in dismay.

- The head doctor of a psychiatric hospital, as well as its employees are persons interested. There are no other witnesses. The boy was found near the reception. At the trial, everything will crumble for lack of evidence, - I utter bitter truths bitterly and wearily. - Bruises and abrasions? ... I got it when I escaped, during my time outside the walls of the hospital.

The investigator is a strong-willed man, silently and gloomily packing his notes into a folder. Looking at his petrified face, I decide.

- Yes, two, a boy and a girl.

I like the way he says it. With endless love and trembling voice.

These do not stop at nothing. These go to the end.

- Want to know who that ... tortured a child? Can you do something besides the official investigation? - I ask hopefully.

He freezes, a few long moments piercingly looks at me and barely noticeably nods his head.

I made a choice. I turn to him a framed photograph on my desk.

For a few seconds, he incredulously and carefully looks at the color photo of a noble male face with blue eyes. Translates to me the view, in which the guess sprang.

“My former patient and current husband,” I nod.

He throws at the door through which Hermann was taken, a hunted look. He understood. There is pity and disgust on his face. The investigator begins, silently, with his back, backing towards the door. I am indifferent to his attitude towards me, the main thing is that he will undoubtedly do what he should.

I walk up to the open window and watch for a long time how the paramedic slowly leads the boy with a surprisingly beautiful face, my face ... and the poet’s blue eyes. And I also want unbearably to throw off, this damn bra, which rubs the scars on my back and my heart!

* — poetic translation of the author.