There must somehow be a seed to penetrate the womb. After all, the grace of God can flow out of the womb to the conception of the womb.

“Today I burned the heat in my womb and grace flowed down my legs.”

- So that's what it was. And I'm wondering what viscous runs along my legs.

- Viscous and hot.

- Yes Yes. Very hot, but the legs are not burned. - I was breathing heavily.

I wanted to go to my husband and Nick, but Nastya said:

- Nika is the second scepter to the sinner, but we didn’t even get the halves ...

- Stop it! Blasphemer! This is what He says! How did father Zachary teach us? "Receive the grace of His meager as a great gift!"

Paul.

Well at least managed to lower. Had with unwashed genitals populate people. The dinner was held without any special incidents, except for the curiosity of Dasha, who flipped the switch on the floor lamp. She had to explain the basics of electricity. Cones there, spirals, wires.

Okay. She passed the exam. Virtually Nikola Tesla has become. Beginning of the spiral wind, create inductors. Then she took a curl off her finger and asked:

- And in what place do electricians pour oil into the lamp?

And then Nick gives:

“We forgot about goats and cows!” Girls, follow me.

- Nick, I'll go with the girls. There guests can stick to you.

Before the barn with the goats go just nothing, but Nastya clings to me, as if sensing some kind of threat. In the barn I have to kindle a kerosene lamp, with which the girls have a closer acquaintance than with electricity. Nastya examines animals, feels their udder.

- This is a goat, it must cover the goat. - Pointed to a black and white goat groats. - These can be milked. Dasha, you take care of turkeys!

Since the birds are sleeping in the dark, the turkeys were going to sleep, but the light from the lamp woke them. Daria poured feed directly on the ground of the barn. Nastya started milking the goat with lots of light spots.

Having managed the birds, Daria begins to milk the goat with a white spot on the face. It seems to me, not familiar with the milking process, that the milking is delayed, standing nervously at the door shifting from foot to foot.

- ABOUT! Goats ...! And goats! - Ranging behind my back.

I turn around. One of the two guests of this house, overly drunk, went out to smoke and naturally noticed us. Tries to go to the barn.

- Sergey, do not interfere with milking. Go smoke elsewhere.

- And if I want to milk these goats myself? Ha ha ha. Will you allow?

- Not. I will not let it! - I pushed him out of the barn, where he briskly slipped past me. By weight, we are in the same group. In addition, he is drunk, so I easily pushed him out. I closed the door.

- Girls, go on. Do not worry, I'm here. - I bolster the door with my back.

But the mood of the girls was gone, they are scared to huddle together.

- Need to go home. - Says Nastya. - Milk is spoiled if people swear.

They are already kicking at the door; I tell the girls to move to the left. And abruptly move to them. A drunken body flies into the shed, slaps into the goat droppings.

- Run home. There are still cows not milked, they have not been removed. I can handle one. “Taking the wives out of the barn,” I said.

"Kozlodoy" already stood up. He imagines that he fell from my blow, so he comes to me with clenched fists from the mouth comes a rough battle, splashing saliva ... So you want ... But you can not - this is a guest. Who in the morning will ask for forgiveness.

From the house a second individual appears. Apparently he was sleeping, his face down on the table. The imprint of the wood structure is clearly visible on the face that has become pig-like.

- Cho for garbage, bro. Why are you a throat ...?

To agree to him does not give a terrible growl True. Literate dog did not rush to Sergei, expecting more specific aggression.

- Yes, here ... This huyosos, fucking, I was whimpering with something, fucking. You cho, condom? In ebalo want? Right now, fucking right now. Petruha, vuyar him with his left ...

I consider myself above this drunk cattle, bypass Sergei from the side, push his hand away, lock the barn. With the Faithful, everything is also contemptuous, leaving drunkards. They send me various threats and epithets. It is necessary to introduce another rule - do not drink alcohol. Do not abuse.

I don’t know how they behave in other motels, but if they get so drunk every night, how do they manage transport? Be sure to call Andrew, let them stop the traffic police.

At home, strained milk is poured into a mug. The girls are waiting for me - the owner.

- I command - goat's milk I drink pregnant and thin girls. For tea, you can use a cow.

Nika is the first to take out the milk. She liked her. The girls crossed over and drank too.

- Why did you cross? Are you afraid to die? - asked Nick.

- We are not afraid. Thank the Lord. - Explained Nastya. - And when we start to pray at night looking?

I thought. Too sharp changes in their lives have happened today. Therefore, to change the ritual of going to bed is not worth it.

- You pray yourself, and Nika and I will talk in that room. - The girls stood in front of the icon, began to whisper a prayer. - Favorite, girls today are sleeping on my mother's bed. And we are on the usual.

- Pretty you my glorious husband. - Emotional soul again began to cry.

- Doing it right - chop seven potatoes. For tomorrow's lunch. Ha ha ha!

Nothing answered goldfish. Only held her palm over my face.