-Why are you so well-dressed?! Involuntarily I was amazed.
-And what? Can't you?!
-No, why, again потупил I glance: obsessive obscene scenes of my delusional dreams and conjured up, as if it were the memories of recently occurred events.
I tried not to look at Alena, as the participant of torches, orgies, in which she appeared to me in all their charmingly attractive, feminine already in nakedness, and in all of shameless and isolated, dissolute the manifestations of his desires, that I with passion, ruthless, as thirst, acted, taking the shape of a horse, a dog, and, may be, wolf. Moreover, there was present and even barbarian, and they roared with me together, helping each other cope with me and absolutely not ashamed to show one before another pleasure in усладе their lusts.
I just wanted a moment to everything that I dreamed then became a reality, but then I was afraid of his shameful thoughts.
Why the silence? Asked Alena coquettishly inclining his head to the side and continued to smile.
Changes in it, were quite amazing. If the veil of drowsy and cautious, constrained, окутывавшая its hitherto like a cobweb rose, now was dropped, broken, and a small nondescript Bud opened now captivating with its beauty and the young, but already strong, with a slight hint of tartness fragrance, promising a rich and fragrant nectar, drops of which are hidden somewhere between pink, translucent in the sun thin delicate veins petals.
I thought, it is its transformation somehow with my disease and strange dreams, and from this unexpected stroke of the guess work has begun in me a strange movement, which has affected many of the emotional strings, causing the breast was hurt, and sweet, and hot burning up, and cold to chill. All this cocktail, the whole mixture, moving faster and faster, in a few seconds introduced me in such an unspeakably great condition, I could not say to yourself, what's happening to me, which is up and which is down, and stand with my feet on the ground or pulled away from her and hovered over her.
The outlines of the figure of the girl, her features became suddenly vague, uncertain, almost эфимерными, but however strong attraction pulled me to her, and I was horrified to find that to my shame I can't cope with that.
Through the spell broke outraged, muffled whisper Alena. They started to dissipate, like a mist, and I saw a girl in his arms.
-Come on, speak up! — She rested against my chest with his hands, trying to push, and shrank back, buckle in the flexible camp.
-I'm sorry! What is wrong with me?!
I dissolved the arms and freed her.
Alena stepped back and what was отряхивать, send skirt sundress:
-You that, припух?! — She asked this question, not demanding an answer, but her voice has not been hurt, and only easy playfulness gave to understand that misconduct, if not forgiven already, soon to be forgotten.
I looked around: the witnesses didn't seem to be. Pelageya rattled in the house utensils, busy on the farm.
-Go to the dance tonight, " suggested the girl, and I immediately agreed, not knowing happy or upset, but then asked:
-And where's the club or anything..?
-In Large Василихе.
-But it's far away!
-So what?! Just think — far! When you really want to, not far at all. Well, you go?
"Well, I — again, I agreed, remembering quite a long road to the neighbouring village.
Alena said goodbye to me before the evening and easily проскакав the steps of the porch, went around the curve of the village street hasty, springy gait. Her movements are felt some окрыленность and the joy of waiting a pleasant event.
I stared after her, trying to understand their feelings and not skipping past attention to any one of its movements, with curiosity, remembering slender, relatively thin legs of the girl opened up accidentally and without the hostess from under flushed floor sundress, when she quickly ran down from the porch.
When Alena disappeared from sight, me suddenly and became stronger acquire stupor. I already wanted to, but now just couldn't get away from the porch as if glued to his elbows railing, which leaned over, putting his chin on the palm. It was uncomfortable, when all members of the body have become exactly cotton. Something told me that I'm from the Windows of the neighboring house watching Barbara, and her gaze hard and incomprehensible for me, emitting viscous and sticky, tar-like energy power over the flesh, just nailed me to the spot. To mind for some reason was the memory of childhood, when I was still a boy, with his playful fellow peers catch dragonflies, pierced their abdomen thin needle, and then ran on a string. And chetyrehkryloe insect flew, hard and obediently downhill carrying the leash, where desired her a harsh mistress. Dragonflies then we killed...
My feelings had an eerie property. I have a clear mind body is not subordinated to the head, and it was a real nightmare.
Don't know how long all this, QC suddenly I felt the feet are taken me from the porch, the garden, and from there back to the Creek, where there was a bath "black" and rickety, dilapidated toilet. After a couple of seconds the bathhouse door creaked shut behind me, and I was in the twilight of four log, прокопченных walls with one so small square window, through a glass darkly whose been a faint dim ray of light.
Here me seemed to be broken, and this relaxed suddenly the soul had scared and whisk in the heel before swung open frighteningly suddenly, a blinding bright light, ворвавшимся into the darkness, the back door leading to the мостку over a small, but fairly deep Creek. My heart зашлось from the dreadful foreboding. I do not doubt that saw the doors of the shadow of Barbara, заслонившую light.
In the doorway was the figure of a man, вырезавшая dark silhouette in the light pole among distinct particles of dust. In the next second man leaned closer, and instead of resin-black braids Barbara I saw обтрепанную, with dangling in the ragged edges of a broad-brimmed hat of coarse cloth, more similar to felt, what are some deaf areas shepherds and other employees not engaged in hard work, but forced a long time to stay under the scorching rays of the sun. The wanderer was simple, some miserable old clothes on, which is not a pity it would be to pull and the Scarecrow in a garden: canvas colorless shirt, button up on деревяшечки instead of buttons, planed like oblong бочоночков, sprung wide open, also not with the colours дерюжка of some burlap, not resembling the jacket, not the rain jacket, a short coat without a hood, and the same rough not dyed pants with knee droopy and heavily blurred mud.
First I decided that it's so strange dressed that way to disguise itself Varvara, but then I realized that it was not she. Men's skinny hands, rough in nodes strongly protruding veins, with vast hands and hooked, awkward fingers, the next moment, the given host, торча of коротковатых sleeveless дерюги.
The door behind logged shut, and my fear weakened slightly melted away, giving place to curiosity. This man I had not seen before, although it would seem, had spent a lot of time in order to know already by heart all the inhabitants of this tiny village, rather reminiscent of Vyselki or Khutorok by its small size.
Quite a long time we stood facing each other in silence until, finally, my fear is gone, and then I asked:
-Who are you? I don't know you.
-I live in this village, " he answered me, and his voice seemed younger than the age at which he looked.
Why I have you never seen before?
-Probably, because I guard the whole day village cattle, and I come back only in the evening. Pastures far away: it is necessary to go through the forest.
-And how the wild beasts? Not afraid of the cows every day through the forest drive?
Well, waved his hand shepherd, and from this gesture atmosphere of our communication became more relaxed and have. Something told me, that came not wish me evil. And it had to communication and openness, wolf, if he will, he and the meadow and on the field'd stick up her little cow. And then, even if in the forest that happens, the beast the beast climb, and I will not touch, except that, in the last turn. Guns I do not give, but for now, thank God, everything turned out all right. And further, I think, all will be well. Wolf, he's after the summer is still eating, walking, not much лютует yet. However, soon to be early to get dark, and then walk through the forest becomes dangerous.
I sat on the bunk opposite the stove is built of big stones.
I don't know, I just recently attacked one wolf...
-Shh! The shepherd put a finger to his lips. -I just came to talk to you about that.
-About what? 't understand I think by the way, what is this strange such a meeting, and what is this terrible condition preceded it.
The stranger drew his breath:
-About all... a Few days ago I accidentally found out about you. And that happened to you on the day of arrival in our village. I told this story, Peter. You should remember: he likes to eat a glass...
-Yes, I remember, — I involuntarily shuddered at the recollection about the terrible spectacle of unsuccessful acquisitions Cup.
-Now. I probably would, and would not have learned anything, if he had not looked me in the pasture for the grass of the disease. And so, I had him something to surprise me. So he told how have saved you from the wolf, and killed him, and then he fled killed — steal something no one. Me his story really didn't like, and I decided to поразузнать in the village, all read more about the incident. And when he learned more, he made a conclusion that you have to leave. And as quickly as possible. Believe me: I know what I say. But you are my words may seem strange. What happened, is happening and will happen with you — not a coincidence.
The shepherd sat down beside me. "Too literate some for the shepherd!" I thought to myself. I was now seen his face.
-How, in fact, this has happened and is happening with me? — I played naivety.
-I learned everything about the wolf, and about Varvara, and even what the suspect cannot think even afraid local village gossip. I know that you went to the stables in the forest. And I know that now, a few minutes ago, Varvara again loose your spell on you. Only thanks to the fact that I grabbed her energy and sent me in the right direction ("Damn, and me in the right direction no one sends ironically I thought immediately. Some sorcerers circle. All of something great, somewhere that is sent. One I like burdock together with all this back and go and can't help it!"), you ended up here, not somewhere in another place, where she tried to entice you.
Surprised I almost never opened his mouth. I don't even know what to say now my interlocutor: "Can, in the face him move? Painfully I'm tired of all this! Now that I asked him to my feet in a bath ran?" Strange his words really didn't seem like its plain appearance. "And in General, where this simple rustic shepherd with three classes of education to know something about me, that with me and to me. It has been for some rudeness! Who I'm here need? Yes, and not only here?" — Thought frantically rushed into my head. — "However, the fact that I went to the stables, nobody knew... except Alena!"
A vague guess flashed in my mind: "Between the shepherd and Alyona has a kind of close relationship!" and I asked:
-Where do you live?
At the other end of the village...
And on the opposite side of the street, I continued, following conjecture.
-Yeah...
-So you're with Alyona live in the same house?
Apparently I hit the point, because a shepherd stopped and the whole donkey, drooped and понурился, downcast look.
-I am her father, " he said quietly, and in these words shocked me no end.
"That's how he knows about the stable," I thought. I strained his brains to mess facts build a structure. It was necessary to link them with each other in the correct sequence, and then, as of the puzzle was supposed to be kind of a certain picture of what is happening around me.
Intuition, guesswork, one another trenchant, confused, mixed together with the facts in unimaginable heap. And in General, my brains have not been able to produce something plausible and close to the reality of the mess. From the tension I felt like I'm going crazy, just drowning in a bubbling, hissing loudly river champagne and drown yet, if I will not throw himself a straw in the form of the latter, the most grotesque and terrible guess. I asked chilling this terrible guess the question:
-And what have you barbarian?
The shepherd answered this time without delay:
Is my ex-wife.
I almost fell off the shelf. Straw deceived my hope of salvation.
-Well, it's too? Involuntarily escaped me.
-Why?
"Well, why?! A good family! Husband is a wife — the witch, daughter...
-What Alena?
-No, nothing. With the Pope lives, and the mother goes to the stables to see when that is engaged there in God knows what, — dogging — so it is." And the Pope, in General, the whole day, from morning till night disappears in the fields with cows.
I have not always been so, guiltily said the shepherd. -There was a time when my character was different.
He paused, then looked at me, and again stared at the floor. But he spoke, and I heard a story which have not yet forgotten how to believe and wonder:
"This village was not always so far away and уединена. Here, nearby, the place where now the swamp was a monastery, and all around lying lands: land, forests, fields — were monastery, and farmers that lived in this village, were monastic fortress. Now, this monastery went to the land, and the place where were its walls, now it is impossible to step into and step — sink in your grave.
About all this history is known only to a few dozen scientists: historians, archaeologists, Yes, it can, with five stars Geology, — it's still strange: as it was a monastery, stood for several centuries, and then, wham, and failed. Some scientists doubt: is there, in General, there is ever monastery — too incredible metamorphosis occurred. Summer before last the whole expedition in the swamps scratched, эхолотами утопший temple was looking for — nothing, not a single stone is not found. They are just scum swamp disturbed, Oh how vain!
I caught an alarming view of the interlocutor, thrown at the window of the bath. But, apparently, his anxiety was in vain, and soon he spoke again:
"But this monastery was. Was, and I am the witness. Although it was many centuries ago"...
Involuntary, but muffled, similar to a loud sigh, a cry was out of my chest: I don't want to interrupt the speaker, but could not restrain his extreme surprise, which concerns me from his words, especially as he spoke it as casually as if this was not and could not be surprising. I already sweating!
