Hello to those who read this, I want to tell you one interesting story, my story.

It all started a few years ago, while I was still in school, in the senior class. And I must say nothing special stood out, looks normal, medium height, small but still glasses on the nose, from the fact that the vision is a little not very. I didn’t take a great interest in sports, but I wasn’t puny, by nature I was a strong enough guy. He was certainly not an excellent student, but he sometimes loved to be a botanist. Therefore, quite tolerably studied. Though there were friends, I didn’t rarely get lost in their background. I didn’t have a girlfriend, it’s not that they don’t interest me, and I’m kind of unconnected with them. Especially during the test)) I was at that time very shy, and every time I was timid in front of them. And of course he was a virgin. At home, I mostly played, then on the computer, then on the console, well, or what book I would start to read. Mostly Detectives or Science Fiction, although the scientific literature, too, did not disdain. In short, the usual average teenager.

And once I was brought to the city library, although, as it did, I was sent there in an impudent manner, and almost with obscenities. The elder sister asked to pick up the pile of books that her friend had prepared for her. She just worked here. The sister herself was very busy, she was a teacher at the local Unnever, and simply could not do it personally. But it feels my heart, it would all hitch me straight to pull these heavy books.

In general, I walked straight to the librarian desk, or, rather, librarian)) My sister’s friend should have been there. But unfortunately it was not there. So I had to look for it. Though the search was not long, but it was on the other end of the library, and she also chatted with someone over the phone. Coming closer, I realized with whom she tried, it turned out that my sister found out if I had already come.

When I was just a few meters away from her, she finally paid attention to me. But not because I learned, because we have never met face to face, but because I'm just walking around here. From what she called out to me, like what I'm doing here, and for what purpose came.

Well, I gave her a few replicas in response to the fact that I am here for her soul, and on the instructions of her current companion, that is, my sister. After that, she quickly told my sister on the phone that I had come and disconnected. Then we returned to the librarian desk, and I wanted to take the gear and throw it down. But it did not work out, as she was not yet all ready, a couple of books were still missing. Therefore, I waited for half an hour until the gearbox was understaffed.

And now, with two heavy packages, I trudge home, almost to the other end of the city, in a crowded bus. Winter, the heat in the cabin, the people crowded, and he pushes. And of course one of the packages breaks, or rather one of the handles breaks. And he flops on the floor, well, at least the contents are in several packages, and for the fact that the books get wet you can not fear, because the floor was very wet. As a result, I barely dragged these damn books, a package without a handle on the way more than once and strove to repeat my fall. Anyway, but I am at home, and the task is completed.

Taking off and removing the outerwear, I carried the bags to my sister's office. There he began to lay out books on her desk, from one packet to another. And when I almost finished, from the side at the bottom of that grief package, I saw her, a strange black notebook, in a dirty leather binding. She immediately interested me, but I temporarily put it off in order to finish what I started. Then he returned to the notebook.

I turned it over, looking from all sides, there were no inscriptions or marks. Just a worn leather cover. Having opened, I also did not understand, the language was unfamiliar to me. And why this notebook is my sister, it is not clear.But as she did not come soon, he went to his place, and grabbed the notebook. Almost half the evening I studied it, and so I did not understand anything, nothing at all, and in fact I know several languages. Still, from a family of linguists, so if you want you do not want, but you learn languages.

Although for two years now I have been living with my sister, because our parents moved to the village. Before that, we sold our treshka, and with the money, actually, and having bought a nice house in the village. But I'm not complaining, because my sister has a comfortable five-room apartment, inherited from her late husband. And the place for both of us is more than enough. Plus, from the grandmother, we also had a two-room apartment in the center, in a prestigious area in the city center. You may ask why I do not live there, but because my parents and sister were against it, that is why. I am a late child in the family, and the parents are already elderly, and my sister is seventeen years older than me. But on the other hand, we are renting it out, and we are renting it out for very good money, so we are not in need.

But be that as it may, toli cipher, toli unknown language, I did not respond. And quite desperate, I threw this damn notebook to the side, and as luck would have cut myself on the paper. She landed on the edge of my bed in the open position, the heartworm on the first page. For a while I was just lying on the pillows, resting, while licking my cut finger. But time passed, and it became dark, and the sister would soon come. Therefore, grasping the notebook, I wanted to take it to the sister's office. And already there I noticed that the first line, the first page was in a dead language, on one of the dead languages. In Latin, if I understand correctly.

I knew that because it is almost my second language. When the sister studied in Unnever, in the one in which she now works, she studied her intensely. And since I was still small at that time, and my sister often taught to nurse with me, repeating the same thing over and over again, then I absorbed this knowledge like a sponge. But I will not bother you with inscriptions in a dead language, just say what was written there. And it was written there was the following, "Touch the power, taste it". Then, of course, I didn’t really understand anything, and how to understand one rather vague phrase.

Therefore, I safely hammered on it, and leaving the notebook on the table of the sister, I returned to myself. And the rest of the evening lost on the computer, while not even noticing how my sister returned. Naturally, she first of all came to me, thanked for the help, and, well, scolded a little, for staying for different kinds of toys. Although for us such disputes are common, all the same this varies in age. Some who do not know that she may be a sister, take her for my mother, and real parents, for grandmother and grandfather))

On that day, as always, I went to bed late, the owl did, and as always, I hardly got up in the morning. Three alarm clocks woke me up, calling one after another, with a difference of fifteen minutes. Plus, the sister went to check before leaving if I got up or not. Slowly swaying, I barely had time for lessons, and the first physic as evil. I don’t like exact sciences, probably family distortion)) The school day, as always, was boring, with one exception.

At the third break I threw Lyudka from a parallel class, probably the most, or one of the most beautiful girls in our school. Well, as I did, just when I ran to the toilet, it was very hard then I pinned me up, at the turn we were confronted. And naturally they crashed to the floor, I still pricked my finger on the brooch on her chest. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, in that fall I was so good at poling her buffers, notable buffers. Of course by chance, but I liked it. After that, I actually got up, and Lyudka helped me up, stretching out the very hand I had injured.

But when she saw a red spot on her white svitorok, then on the machine she licked a finger on her hand and wanted to scrub the spot. And only then she turned her attention to that finger, too, in red divorces. What happened next, I do not know, because the bullet flew to the toilet, because the desire to cast does not go anywhere, just happened a short pause.

After school, my buddies and I hung out a little more, here and there, and who fled. Actually, I headed home.But literally ten meters from my door, Lyudka was waiting for me. And judging by her red face, and trembling in the body, yes ...