On shout of my trustee, the people which crowded around the playground ran together. In several minutes before, I sat on a bench in the yard, and read the book. I had only two lines to the following chapter when Romka moving back back, noticing nothing around, tried to catch the ball flying on the other side of the platform. He flew on me, without having calculated throw force, and would fall, having hit against the next iron crossbeam yellow a swing. I involuntarily gasped having picked up the boy. At this moment I could not neither move, nor unclench the hands in which five-year-old Romka with widely opened eyes, coiled as snakes, trying to be released. But suddenly it sharply ceased to move, and failed all the little body on me, having fallen asleep instantly.

For these seconds seeming eternity on all my body ran pleasant heat. It was everywhere, filling me as an empty vessel by vivifying force. Invisible threads from a small body to mine, light shine vibrated without making a sound. I sharply rose and looked at the boy who is still immobilized with densely closed eyes at myself on hands.

– Oh, My God Romka! – exclaimed is frightened I and lowered it near itself on the earth. Romkino the face during a moment from ash-gray became pink. The thorax began to rise, to fall. As if all burden of the world left me. Having with relief exhaled I was removed from the boy on several centimeters.

– What is with it? – everything also loudly and with emotion was cried out by Lyudmila Olegovna when she fell on knees near the son. – Frame, sonny are you ok? And? You are safe? – She helplessly felt it, but it still lay and did not move. – Why are you keeping silent? – In the opinion of the woman tears began to shine.

I sat having pressed knees to a breast and told nothing, only looked at Romka.

– Regain consciousness my boy. The sonny mom here, I am near. – The trustee shed bitter tears. – Open eyes darling. Get up… – it slightly shook Romka for shoulders, but he did not regain consciousness. – Maria, what you with it made? – I not knowingly looked with an amazed look at Lyudmila Olegovna. Her hand gently and carefully pressed the son’s head to a breast, and gray eyes on a pale face with despair watched me. The question as a knife cut me because in soul I understood the fault in all this situation. I wanted to know what after all happens to it. In hope to solve this secret or to help somehow I gave a hand, but the trustee at once hit it and more strong pressed the son to herself. – Do not touch. – Lyudmila Olegovna hissed and pierced with a fleer. – All this you! I know, I saw. – In gray eyes the inspiration flew and having squeezed spitefully lips exhaling air she exactingly began to chatter. – Return me my son, the witch! Return, return…

– The ambulance will be in minutes five. – Someone from crowd reported of the gathered gapers. I did not know who, to me was all the same. At this moment I attentively looked at the trustee analyzing her words. What did she want to tell these? How can I return it? I did not want to do it harm! Only caught. Tears rushed from my eyes that warped white as snow Lyudmila Olegovna’s face even stronger.

– What you roar!? – It began with accusatory tone. – Your tears are not necessary to us. She took in head to roar. – I a hand brushed away the run tears and took eyes aside the audience. – And all your mother! – The trustee barked. It was a last straw. More I could not suffer it.

– My mother? And here it? – My brown eyes met gray.

– Luda calm down. You do not see perhaps as the girl is frightened. – Not it is clear from where the voice of Vladimir Aleksandrovich, my trustee reached. I raised the head and saw near myself the low, forty-year-old man. Just returned from work, tired and now also broken by what was seen. The trustee sat down near the wife took a romkina a hand and checked pulse. People muttered something around, Lyudmila Olegovna being shaken here and there quietly groaned whether from pain, whether with despair. The trustee having checked a condition of the son, with relief ran the right hand over the person, and looked at me. – Everything is good. Everything will be OK. – He murmured barely audible. So as if calming all, including me.

– You do not say so!? – Having frightened me his wife cried out. – You what forgot as it are?

– Calm down Luda. – Wearily Vladimir Aleksandrovich answered. The trustee looked at the husband as the madman. Now her face reddened from rage and an eye widely revealed. But suddenly Romka moved and opened eyes. He seemed regained consciousness from a deep sleep in unclear to it the place surrounded with strangers. Here his eyes met eyes of mother and quietly whispered:

– Mom…

Chapter 2

Really?

After Romka regained consciousness, everything at once rose on the places. There arrived the ambulance, and gapers dispersed who – where. Lyudmila Olegovna without letting out the son, got into the ambulance car.

– Go home, Masha. – Vladimir Aleksandrovich not strongly told having squeezed my shoulder, kind of encouraging, and unnaturally smiled. Having shaken the head and not raising eyes, I walked to an entrance of my present house in which I lived two years with the trustees. In general, they to me had the uncle and the aunt on the fatherly line. Vladimir Aleksandrovich and my father were brothers, the family was big, other relatives parted who – where. The only uncle who agreed after the death of my parents to take away me to himself. All history I did not know, only that there was a promise from Vladimir Aleksandrovich to take care of me if that suddenly happens. He told me about it, at a funeral of my mom. Then a lot of things lost for me sense, and a lot of things got more accurate outlines. In then fifteen years, me the thought of those things began to sicken that surrounded me for those years that my parents were alive. Both in thoughts, and in actions the carelessness left, I became more rare to smile, speak on trifles, and more often looked for loneliness. Lyudmila Olegovna from first minute apprehended me in «bayonets», and took great pain to avoid communication with me. Being limited to only couple of phrases, during a breakfast or a dinner. Romka, feeling a spirit of the mother, shkodnichat and was capricious, especially when I sat with it after a garden while the uncle with the aunt were on the robot. For these two years, I had to pomotat fairly and myself nerves, and to the trustees.

Outside there was a June. There was the fifth hour, but the sun still warmed. Near an entrance there was a grandmother living in the house opposite near her wagging a tail the rate of Peak which, Romka with other children liked to tease sat. The dog panted and her brown and red wool glinted in the sun. I smiled to them to two, and came into an entrance. Soft light got through the dirty and splashed window, on the landing. Rising by the third floor, concerning a handrail, passing by the dusty and painted walls – I remembered last hour. Everything seemed a dream, and nothing really happened. Having touched the shoulder which hit against a crossbeam a swing, I in surprise stood. It was as it should be: neither burned, nor was ill. The unpleasant chill passed on a back, and the contemptuous, sure words of the trustee were started turning an echo in my head.

«It you… all this you… Witch… I saw…» – and all in the same vein. Having closed an apartment door, I clutched hands at the head. Then passed from the hall to the living room, laid down on a sofa and curled up, having pressed knees to a breast, closed eyes and fell asleep.

As if having felt something wrong, I woke up, and looked directly before myself. The standing table on which near a sofa I lay soared over a floor of centimeters twenty. Because of the run twilight, the living room was based in a shadow therefore it was difficult to judge it seems to me or not. I slowly rose on a sofa, carefully as if being afraid to frighten off, but the table with deaf knock rose on the place. Having with astonishment begun to blink, I rubbed eyes without trusting in the events. Noise of the opened door was heard. And not legible grumble of the trustee. She obviously on something argued with Vladimir Aleksandrovich. They came into the living room with gloomy faces. Lyudmila Olegovna having seen me rolled up eyes, and put hands at herself on a breast. The trustee strictly looked at it and having hard exhaled, at first looked down, looked at the watch and only then in my party. Its gray with brown specks, sad eyes, frightened already alarmed me.

– And where Romka? – Hoarsely I rustled. The trustee nervously led shoulders and already was opened a mouth as she was interrupted immediately by Vladimir Aleksandrovich.

– It at the grandmother. – He said in low tones. I with astonishment translated eyes from him to his wife. Only one was on the tip of the tongue.

– It… it’s because of me!? – My voice almost squeaked. From the fact that I pronounced these words aloud became absolutely badly. Having pressed the shivering hands to a breast, feeling guilty, I often began to blink, trying to stop uninvited tears. The uncle immediately approached me and soothingly embraced for shoulders.

– No. All absolutely not so. – He began to assure me. – The doctor told that Romke is necessary rest and fresh air. – I raised the reddened eyes and looked at the trustee. She grinned and left the living room. – There is no your fault. – The uncle continued. I wanted to trust him, but the facts on the person. My brother at the grandmother, his mother despises me, absolutely sure that that’s my fault. All this bright bleached dimmed the words of the trustee. I sobbed again, and the uncle having carefully pressed me to the breast, began to pat soothingly on my back. – Well, Mashka, did not think that you will dissolve waters. All of us of course were nervous. And Lyudka is good too, but you she understands not from the evil so thinks. Romka himself is guilty of course, but he is a child still! So give calm down. Good? – I nodded, having exempted from uncle’s hands, and nervously wiped eyes. – There now so best of all. You are already adult girl. – I smiled, and it having a little lingered told – I Think Lyudmila of the right, we need to talk to you. For the present what did not talk. – Already more seriously than the beginnings it.

– About what? – Quietly I asked and looked expecting on the uncle. He lowered hands on knees and looked directly before himself, then having a little inclined the head in my party told:

– About your mother.

Chapter 3.

Elixir

I sat on a bench near the railway station, expecting the train which had to arrive at 7:30. Cool autumn air scolded to the bones. Tapping with boots about the frozen asphalt, trying to be warmed somehow, I looked around as if the criminal. I needed to collect the thoughts and to continue to make the plan of the flight. Sooner or later, they or will forget about me, or will find, but this option I in every possible way avoided. More than five years as to me the truth opened, the loneliness and attempts to escape from all became the only purpose of my life.

Having pressed the head to shoulders, and having pulled the knitted blue beret is even lower, I got up from the place. The man standing in couple of meters from me, who just went down from the transitional bridge over the railroads captured my attention. He also noticed me, and having slightly given in aside, grinned. In the right hand he had a cigarette which a bright spark flashed when it dragged on and shook ashes. I was more densely wrapped in long, up to the ankles, a beige coat and sharp-sightedly threw eyes aside. Checking whether there is no whom nearby. But the station was absolutely empty, nobody wanted to stand and freeze on the street, expecting the train. All who I was going as well as to go today’s frosty morning, sat in the warm room of the station. To me a little too would not prevent to be warmed, but the circumstances which forced me to be on street did not allow desires to obscure reason.

– Cigarette? – The man offered, I negatively rolled up the head.

From outside it seemed above me on the whole head and wide in shoulders. I understood that I very much risk and that most likely, everything can go up the spout if I am afraid. Therefore looked at it, and inside summoned up courage to make everything as usual. The sky promised to be cloudy all day, but from what is still quite darkish, to think of it was early. The man it is noisy produced cigarette smoke, and having blinked the eyes became more attentive to look narrowly at me.

– Do you wait for the train? – Again he asked, only its voice became slightly hoarse. I shook the head again, he should not know anything about me.

It is sure – today there was my day. And good luck – in the form of the young and nice man, a rarity in such frosty days. In meter from me the mongrel ran. I shrank already again. The stranger smiled again and, having corrected a collar of a black leather jacket, threw a stub on asphalt, and trampled it a leg.

– And I am not present… – with a smile he said. – And you local? – His curiosity began to amuse me.

I was the girl beautiful and well built, even the shapeless coat could not hide it. So so far, everything suited me. I was pleasant to the man, the rest remains behind small.

– Everything is possible. – Coquettishly I answered and, having straightened shoulders, shifted from one foot to the other. The stranger, having caught my little flirtation, smiled even more widely, and a hand scratched a chin, obviously considering, to go to it further or not. But, it seems, it not from shy ten therefore at first once again appraisingly examined me and went only then to my party. In soul I exulted, with impatience expecting to hit a big roll. Having sat down back on a cold bench, I kind of hinted to join. It was not necessary to repeat twice, and the man fast took seat near me at hand distance.

– You, probably, froze. – He assumed. From his words I was scolded by a shiver. Weak, but cold wind frayed my long, dark curls. Carried away them in the parties as if said that I need to rise and leave. But there was already late something to change. – I by the way Vadim am called.

– Alyona. – And having smiled, gave a hand, the man immediately pulled the, and our fingers adjoined. Very strong squeezing it, I closed eyes that not only to see the faces of the stranger, but also to feel all events.

– Kh, khkh… – Whether coughed, whether my temporary acquaintance tried to tell something. Therefore, having outright become agitated, I opened eyes and looked at him. With an open mouth and widely open dark eyes, as at the demon, the man as if mad, pulled a free hand around the body. Familiar heat spread and filled me with vivifying force, and reached edges permitted by me. I weakened, then released a hand. That he was free now, the man, blindly looking in one point, fell all over on a bench. Having quickly recovered, having started, I ran one finger over his chin, and the head of this person faced me.

– Everything will be good. You will get up now and will go home. You will wash, you will go to bed and as soon as you wake up, you will not remember what occurred. – The man nodded and as if the zombie rose from the place, and walked back to the bridge. It has to be enough till next month. Now the main thing, inadvertently not to fall asleep in the public place and not to reveal itself.

Having risen from a bench, having lifted a traveling bag, having thrown it on a shoulder, and having put hands in deep coat pockets, I a fast pace went to the building of the station. Now to me definitely it did not prevent to be warmed.

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Three quarters dead

Chapter 2

Really?

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