I wanted to have, but besides all other things, and something more unpleasant: I really wanted to be in the toilet, and I couldn't do it. Peeing in pants was too much, and I waited and waited, and when someone finally appears, and I ask him to he untied my hands or, at least, came up with something, so you can go and this position. Bitten by a leg ached and whined in all keys.
Time stretched painfully slow, but no one appeared, and then, when it became completely dark.
"Maybe they went, never to return, and I will sit here still unknown how many?" in desperation I thought, and the next moment he heard a sound, обнадеживший me its similarity with a rustle of steps. However, as was seen in the light of lamps and lights with a neighbouring building, in the room no one appeared. Noise same, reaching me, not a poem, and a minute later the few black beads flashed in the darkness by the window.
Crossing a slanting ray of light, I was approached by the rats. Now, there were not two, and much more. In the darkness it was impossible to determine their number, but grey backs flashed here and there, and I thought that room all teeming with these creatures.
In desperation, I began to wiggle, hitting feet, fearing that I will not notice in the dark, that any of them was dangerously close to them. Several times it seemed to me that I'm someone kicked.
Peering into the darkness, I found that rats are now moving closer to me from the window, by the wall, and to get there, it took me move Hughes almost a quarter of a turn that was not easy. However. Driven by fear, I did it and began to knock down the very подлезшие me hordes. They scattered, but now with the other hand along the wall were pressed against the floor, the same brazen and hungry creatures. To think that they can do to me these hordes and that will leave me if I give up, I queer and creepy to shake and shiver.
The struggle continued. Now the rats have left their mass attempts to attack and were surrounding me tight ring, from which tried to lean one and then the other creature and immediately received from me on the nose. I oversaw this threat semicircle, not giving any minute relax or escape. I got used to this confrontation and extremely afraid of me started to get sleepy. Not once or twice, drove away I enveloping the brain thought: "Well, these rats in the swamp, I die, as I want to sleep now. Maybe nothing will happen to you"...
I woke up from the piercing feeling of danger. I didn't managed to chase a dream, and he overcame me. Now I couldn't understand what was going on, and to realize that rats swarmed me and creep on me. This horrified me. Now was not even clear how they managed to eat me, or maybe I was lucky, and I'm still safe.
Energetic, desperate movements in horror at what had happened began to throw down the vile beasts, облепившим me how to prompt a flock of locusts, but it was hard. They firmly clutched at me, his little claws, and when I pulled the sides of the torso and legs shook, then felt through the fabric of clothing their claws come in my skin, scratching on it.
Rats, barely broke loose, again climbed, rushed to me, and where they fell, кишело the multitude of their relatives. Not remembering itself, I yelled so loudly that it would seem all Moscow needs to hear this cry. It happened by itself from пронзившего me the realization that I now really can be eaten by predators, torn alive into pieces.
At this moment the walls of the room, everybody in the gleams of fire, and someone came in with a torch in hand. I saw a teenager, who had stopped in the doorway and immediately поспешившего to help me. He began to kick and throw about kicking rats, which is now clearly visible, кишело all the space around me, burn them with a torch, running it into the middle and shout.
There was a squeal and squeak. Scorched, frightened, scattered animal ran off, leaving me alone, and soon only some of them remained die on the concrete floor of the room, crushed or burned by impregnated by pine torch. In the air завитал nauseating smell of burnt meat.
I looked at his Savior, and in the orange and crimson reflections saw Maxim.
We looked at each other in silence.
-Why did you do that? — Asked finally, I.
-What?
-That's it!
-So you wanted to go with me.
But I didn't know that all the work like that.
-And I don't know. What I knew — I told you.
-So what do I do now?
I don't know.
-And why do you come here now?
I don't know... you See, you saved.
-So you save me till the end, I was disgusted to be humiliated before мальцом, but no other option to be seen.
-I can not. Now here everyone will come.
-So what?
As what? If they find out that I made you free — the skin will be pulled down.
And often you here so people catch?
-None of your business — teenager again began to be rude, but now the advantage was on his side, and he had all the chances to win for his injury: nothing didn't bother him.
I realized that my works useless, and, if life does not end there, in front of me waiting for the many adventures and trials. I don't want to die now, especially here in these dirty, dirtied the ruins.
"Listen, give me go to the toilet, " I implored your own need, which suddenly gave themselves known again ноющим overflow, petrified bladder.
"Generally what?
-Large.
Malets sighed, попыхтел a minute, then, by sticking a torch in the radiator radiators, came up to me, sat down and began , squinting, untie the knot behind my back. I wanted to ask, "aren't you afraid that I'll run away?" — but still, I didn't.
Only making an attempt to get up, I felt like the задеревенели, numb my members.
-Well, wow!
"What is it? "asked Maxim.
-Ass asleep and froze like a cake раскаталась, and hands can't feel...
-Well, it happens, " he agreed. — Nothing, now to be held.
I finally stood up, having experienced the rush of blood in занемевшие place. Покалывающей thousands of needles.
"Where's the toilet?
-And you just sit in the corner and справляйся, " he suggested.
-No, I cannot.
-What is it?
-You sleep here.
-Yes nonsense.
"No, not seriously, I can't stand it.
"Come on." You go yonder, " and he pointed to a dark doorway in another room, — want — I'm in the toilet'll take the bathroom, but there is nothing except the g...on.
I still go to the toilet. Maxim relentlessly followed me, and his torch popped right behind me.
Ahead flashed a dark corridor leading to the entrance to the stairwell. I thought it would be nice to go there now, and if necessary and finally hit the little гаденышу.
-You don't try to get out of this, as if he knew my thoughts, mumbled behind me teenager. — I have flared sticky resin — stick, so all burned, if he уцелеешь.
I turned to the toilet. The toilet was broken, and covered with a tiled floor sticking only to his small fanged skeleton, thickly furred of all sorts and colours excrement. Go in there, not to get into any of them, it was impossible. The bathroom was the same.
"Sit down in the kitchen, " said Maxim. — There just started to walk.
In the empty kitchen with a distorted stove and the remaining from the sink pipes for water supply and sewage really soiled was only at the corners. I found a place cleaner, took off his pants and sat down. Maxim stood in the doorway, watching the procedure.
-Look, what if you set me free? I asked, тужась and experiencing the bliss.
Maxim gave no sign that he heard my question, and then his lips sarcastic, bitter twisted:
-Am I the enemy of your health?
-Well, no, why not. But who knows? Say, come, and I no longer have here. If I ran away, when no one was there before.
"No, not go.
-Why?
-Can our now in a new building and all they see. Dangerous.
-Well, then tell me unleashed in the toilet to go, and I'm in your face and a tear. Goes? Now imitate.
-What are you?! Say too! I didn зачмарят1. Will not go. Yes, and what shall I let go? Hurt it!
-I you fed, and you? — My weak urge to his conscience was met with complete silence. Go though the paper I find.
He withdrew, leaving me in the darkness dissipated only spotlights from the construction site. The street was already quite dark. The city shone the lights of houses.
I could not collect his thoughts, continuing to squat with приспущенными pants, блаженствуя relief. Think of now was the time, and each second was on the account. We had to flee. But always, in the most important moments, head refused to think.
Maxim returned with a piece of faded, in a limy strike newspaper and handed it to me. I shook off the paper and asked:
-Where you ripped out?
-None of your business, " replied the boy in the old manner.
Standing up, I suddenly clearly realized that if we do not take any steps to salvation, then it might be in five minutes it will be too late, but your own indecision shackled will.
Chapter 20.
The girl was unpleasant to look at, and I touched her shoulder, so she finally woke up.
"What?" Asked then Alena, if only opened her eyes.
-Nothing, — match in my hand already gone out.
Alena raised her head, and she was near the shadow of a dead man, all still standing outside the window. The hair on the back of its head silvery glittering.
"Come here, Alena, and only don't be scared! I drew a girl taking her hand, at the very moment when she wanted to see what falls the shadow.
She was beside me, and I stepped back into the room, dragging her away and not giving a chance to turn around.
At this time, the shadow behind the window described an arc, just fell, and disappeared, as if it had never been.
"What?" What's wrong with you? — I have heard from the ear hot whisper girls, from which even been warm warmed the bed of the body.
-Yes, so imagined something.
-And woke me up why?
-Scared — I really just shuddered at the from the inside coming out cold horror.
-And don't sleep what?
-Don't sleep...
I don't know what to say to a girl, and only began to invent what to say, how strange sounds at the door repeated.
-What is it? — Instinctively pressed against me, frightened asked Alena. Her wide opened eyes shifting from side to side, flashing sparks reflections of dropping into the room through the window of the moonlight.
I don't know.
I tried to ascertain whether these strange sounds somehow be associated with the appearance of the window of a dead man. Maybe somebody tried to play a trick on me, or all of us. But that someone could only be shepherd named Ivan Noodles, and at пугавшим me terrible speeches. Although, on the other hand, why he would need to leave also a stutterer his own daughter for the sake of a bad joke. Yes and dig out the coffin, get out a corpse and be almost half a kilometre from the cemetery to the village — even if at the village fool and have enough mind, it is unlikely that he could have all of this done in a few hours.
Скрябанье like if someone biting off the cracked door or tried to remove it from its hinges, lift scrap, became stronger and more distinct.
"What is that noise? — Fingers Alena hurt dug into the skin on my shoulders.
-Alena, you just don't be scared, but I only saw that there behind a window... here's Peter standing.
The girl screeched, even stronger pressed against me and clutching my shoulders.
-Be not afraid, Alena, fear not, please. I warned you that Peter is not the usual dead, that he at night to roam around the village.
The girl looked me in the face and long, staring straight in the eye, then pulled away, smiling crookedly incredulously.
-Look, what you удумал! — Grin was archly-crash-and-burn. It's you, I guess, to me.
How to take where to get? 't understand I was at first, but then guessed.
-As well as girls take. Scare myself to you in the arms rushed! Oh, what a tricky! Found what to scare!
-What are you?! — I put away from him the girl, taking what отряхиваться. — I wouldn't.
"Yeah, was not. Now go down and see who's there шкрябается.
She really went into the hall, and I went after her.
-Wait, wait, Alena. Don't you open the door.
In the back of my mind flashed a wild idea that a girl can be at one with all this evil spirits, because half its roots go down into the darkness. I caught her hand and stopped, pulling himself out of nowhere began to smite and nail, already at the door squeaks and gnashing turned into a real knock. Someone тарабанил in the door, if asked to be allowed.
-Why won't you let me open the door?! I want to see who could teach you to be your accomplice! Her voice sounded sincerely indignantly.
"Listen, don't you think it's strange? — Knocks on the door became a continuous roar, about which she trembled and then, and beam jumped up up, threatening to fall off the hooks.
-What?
-And this? — I showed a sprung door. — Isn't it strange that someone in the night so blatantly...
I could not finish her sentence, because, jumping too high, cross bar with a crash flew on the floor, the door opened, and on the threshold appeared a silhouette of the huge, heavy massive man, in which it was impossible not to know the deceased. He stood in the silver light, flowing from the sky, spreading its hands and looking at us creepy horror.
I stepped back, takes a step back, and pulled the sleeve Alena, frozen, dead still. She staggered, nearly stumbling, and when Peter-dead man took the first step into the house, turned around, dropped deep into the hut, and screamed at him.
The hair on my head stand on end, and I have nothing left, how to follow it in перекосившем face of terror. Feeling cornered lamb, which came to an end. It was a terrible, terrible feeling мешавшее think. Before me I saw only метающуюся shouting from side to side Alena, from time to time попадавшую in the rays of moonlight.
-Run for me! I stepped into the room Pelagia, and waited until finally the girl hears my words and followed here, slammed the door in the face of the deceased, the second two, having had time to pour cold sweat, looking for a hook and managed to put it on loop in приколотке for a few moments before was followed by the first push. — Grandma, get up!
-Yes, I'm awake, " came to me in a surprisingly calm voice of an elderly woman.
The room is small and narrow was only one small window with a cross frame.
-Hit the glass! Frame break! Вылазьте the window! I shouted, leaning against the shoulder пляшущую door, but the two women remained motionless. I was seen. But it can be felt , because no sound except shots and лязганья iron hook did not reach my ear.
Strangely, the light does not illuminate! Again came the voice Pelagia Пантелеевны, щелкнувшей several times somewhere in the dark switch.
