“My God, how long ago I didn’t go by train ...” thought Marina and with relief got out of the car. A small train, having stood literally a minute, started off on the road, leaving her alone at the old station.

As soon as the train departed from the improvised apron, it crossed the rails and, passing along cracked concrete slabs, with grass densely growing in the gaps, it descended the old metal stairs to the beginning of the dirt road. Today, unfortunately, the platform, like the road itself, was completely empty. Just a couple of days ago, when she and Sergey came to visit his mom, there were cars meeting fellow villagers, and thanks to this, she and her husband made it relatively easy to reach the deaf village where her mother-in-law lived. But that time was a day off, and at least someone traveled to the city for shopping. Today was Tuesday and around was empty. Marina sighed and took the first step along the field road.

With Sergei, they were married for the fifth year. Both of them were late children in the family, Sergey - 27, she - 24. At the same time, Sergey's mother was already 72, and Marina's parents were both 68. Sergey was respectful and patient with frequent visits of her father-in-law with her mother-in-law. Of course, Marina had no choice but to be sympathetic to the fact that she and her husband once a year visited his mother, who refused to move closer to her son to the city and lived in the outback, which had to be reached half a day. This year, literally before the holiday, the car let down. Something broke and had to be left in repair. The trip was impossible to cancel and they traveled by train. Upon arrival, it turned out that the refrigerator burned in the house. The husband remained in urgent need of repair, and Marina went back to the city for supplies, medicines and other trifles about the absence of which you never foresee. On the passing electric train, he threw it on an old motorcycle taken from someone from the neighbors, but no one was going to meet her. Trains went every half hour, on which she returned it was unknown, so her husband carefully explained to her how to get to the village if anything happened, put him in a wagon and vacated his motorbike back.

Having made the necessary purchases, Marina returned and found that she would have to make her way back on foot. "Well, it's okay ..." - she thought, supporting herself, - "ten kilometers in total ... an hour and a half and in place."

It was no longer hot outside, the sun was slowly drooping, the bag was not heavy, and the girl walked easily along the road. “So, now along this field ... then on a hillock, past a grove ... do not miss the turn on the field with wheat to the left!” - Marina walked along the field recalling the instructions given to her.

The nature was gorgeous, birds were loudly hovering over the field, and dizzy smelled of wild flowers. A light breeze caressed her face, from time to time trying to turn a strand of thick brown hair, and throw them on her nose or eyes. It was not particularly difficult to go - Marina mentally praised herself for not having to wear jeans. Light, light, print dress more suited to walk on such a nice day. The only thing she did not foresee is shoes. It was necessary to still wear something on a solid heel, and not on the hairpin. What was appropriate in the city, on the field road, became noticeably interfere - the thin heels buried in places in the ground, and it became harder to go. Marina resolutely threw off her shoes, and went barefoot. Gentle feet, not accustomed to such treatment, made themselves felt, reacting painfully to every speck and pebble that fell under their feet. It became easier to go, but at times it was more painful and the speed dropped.

Having gone to the end of the field, Marina saw a meadow mowed down at the beginning of summer, and the grass that had grown back already seemed to her more comfortable for movement. She tried - and she liked it.The young grass was silky and pleasant to the touch. Mowed down many times, the meadow was clear of stones and nothing prevented moving faster. The field road, however, began to deviate a little to one side, but Marina watched her movement, and even when she disappeared for a short time, literally 100-200 meters was again visible. Crossing the meadow, she saw a grove, and then a field. "Well, here ... here is the wheat ..." - she smiled to herself, - "Now to the left, and then to the forest, and behind him the village." The girl left the road, put on her shoes and went along the field. Marina grew up in the city, and unfortunately did not distinguish wheat from rye.

After about an hour, Marina was surprised for the first time. Lesok, which Sergey had shown her for some reason turned out to be farther than she thought. The field with wheat was long over, and the road dived several times through inconspicuous ravines. “Maybe I didn’t notice them on a motorcycle?” The thought slipped with weak alarm, “Strange, I’m going pretty fast ... what are there ten kilometers?”. She did not have time to finish the thought, when she came out to the edge of a large ravine, and the road along which she walked led apparently to a mowing or apiary, which was no longer there. Making a circle, the road ended right on the cliff.

- Lost! - Marina involuntarily indignant out loud.

She felt hurt. Feet little by little began to whine. And the realization that all this time she was probably going the wrong way greatly spoiled the mood. It was a shame to come back. Marina went to the edge and peered into the distance.

- Well, here she is! - Marina clearly saw in the distance the edge of the buildings, looking out from behind the forest. - On the other hand bypassed what?

She looked back with displeasure, from where she came, looked at the Sun, which was already quite low and, having made a decision, resolutely went along the cliff, looking for an opportunity to descend and cut off the path straight.

At the intersection of the ravine took almost an hour. And Marina began to hurry. Offhand, the buildings were still six or seven kilometers, and twilight had already begun. The girl hastily strode along an absolutely overgrown road towards the forest, where, as she thought, the village was located. Suddenly, around the corner of the road, a huge mechanism appeared on the road. An old, rusty combine stood close to the ravine, and with its windrow mowers climbed straight into the blackthorn on the other side of the road. Marina hesitantly stopped. She approached the thickets of thorny shrubs and immediately swept away the opportunity to wade through them. At the ravine to squeeze or go down, too, failed. Marina was nervous, and not wanting to lose precious time, she started squeezing between the body and some glands. Trying not to stain the light-colored dress, she pushed off some rusty pieces of iron-bent from time to time, rested her hands on them, and slowly moved to the other side. Having already overcome an unexpected obstacle, she leaned on the last horizontally located piece of iron, which blocked her path at the level of the belt. Marina bent down, rested with one hand, holding the hem of the dress with the other, and already raised her leg to step over, as a disgusting rattle sounded, scorched with iron dust from above, and fell on her back unclearly like a holding pipe. Marina screamed in surprise, crouched in fear, and this softened the blow. The wobbly construction has settled to the ground, having pressed a frightened girl between iron structures. After the impact, the metal led to the side, and Marina could not keep his feet hanging on the part of the combine.

After a moment, not breathing from fear, she opened her eyes and listened to herself. He felt a little pain in the hand, which she applied in the fall, and his stomach began to ache. Marina carefully leaned her hands on the metal and tried to rise. In vain. Marina was breathing heavily. With her hands on her hands, she was able to loosen our stomachs, but at the same time she put her back on the iron — that was all the free space. Chilled with horror, she tried to squeeze forward - but could not squeeze her hips just a little. I tried back - did not give her female pride of the third size. She intently tried to get out, no longer worrying about the purity of the dress, but alas.After half an hour of unsuccessful attempts, she still froze - leaning forward, sandwiched between rusty iron.

- My God, my God ... - Were screwed on my eyes ...