Welcome to zobmark.com zobmark.com was created: March 23 2013 01:07:33. Today Sunday 19 May 2013 03:33:26 To it it became terrible, feet have grown cold. She has held breath and has strained sight. Yes, two steps away from it someone stood. She has managed to make out outlines of the female figure dressed in something long, to the floor. - Who here? - Overcoming the horror which has captured it, Maria the trembled voice has spoken. The unknown woman has stepped to it. Light hardly became brighter, though only the radio receiver panel still shone, other lamps remained switched off. And still in a room became gradually more light. "As if a dawn in wood", - has flown at Maria in a head. - Who you? - She has again asked the stranger, steadfastly peering into it, but still not in forces to make out lines of her face. The woman has stopped a stone's throw away. On it there was long, very spacious loose overall with full sleeves. A flowing hair fell on a breast and shoulders. And here Maria has learnt it. Before it stood Gerd Holman. She saw this woman some times at Institute and knew that Gerd was registered on the senior laboratorian, was responsible for preparation of a material for any experiments and, apparently, was a success at standartenfuehrer Rejtera. But for quite some time now Holman has ceased to appear at Institute. - Whence you here? - Still hardly coping with heavy breath, Maria has asked. - as you have got to me? - The darling, - has spoken Gerd's beautiful voice, - the darling washing, what for you waits ahead? - About what you, frojljajn? In a room continued to brighten. - The daughter, I is compelled to leave you, - has again exorcised Gerd Holman. - What do you speak?! On what basis? About what you? - The fear with new force has pulled hard on Maria. - you have to me no any relation! I to you not the daughter! What for you have come here? What it is necessary for you? - Brannnghven, listen to me - Gerd has stretched hands to Maria, - you are still absolutely small to understand. My words will be forgotten, but nevertheless I will tell to you: be careful of Blejdduna. Maria has started back from the hands stretched to it and has fallen to the ground. At the person the high grass rustled, over a head is lazy heavy crones of trees, from damp foliage of drop of a drop of a recent rain moved. - The daughter as it is a pity to me that all so happens. - On the person Gerds have begun to flow tears. - but forgive me that I am compelled to leave you here. If I do not leave, it threatens to kill you. - Mum, you so is beautiful, - Maria has whispered unexpectedly for itself. - We with you carry one person, my love. It is our damnation. You yet do not understand everything that happens. And I do not understand up to the end. But Blejddun takes away you from me. I should leave from here, forget road to this cave... Native my White Soul, forgive me... Maria has risen on feet and has felt that it at all that whom was some minutes ago. It had not something in common with Maria a background of Fjursternberg, it was the girl of years of five, thin, easy, mobile, dressed in a long loose overall, perepojasannyj a rough rope. Its consciousness has forked, its one part perceived itself the child, another took a detached view of this girl, looked puzzly, perplexed, zavorozhyonno. "What with me? - Maria scaredly thought. - unless I sleep? It is not similar to a dream! I do not understand, no, I do not understand!" Gerd has fitfully involved it in itself, has hotly kissed and has told: - Take, - it has thrown over Maria's neck a lace with a tiny wooden doll in the form of the woman with the hands lifted upwards, - never leave this amulet. Also has quickly gone away. - Mum! - Maria has cried. Inside at it all was compressed with the rolled despair. It has rushed forward and has fallen from an armchair... In a room it was dark, the radio receiver panel was shone, music sounded, but Maria still felt on itself a touch of hands Gerds, felt heat of its breath and lips on the person. - My God, what this such?! - She has exclaimed, still remaining in semilying position on a floor. - why I named her mother? Why?! She clearly understood that seen just was not a dream. - No, I did not sleep. Here something other... Really I begin goes mad? Or it is tricks of Rejtera? It after all can imperceptibly palm off on me any of the confidential preparations... Yes, for certain this is his doing... The Hallucinations cast by its fairy tales... But why all the same Gerd Holman? Why this esesovka? How I could name her mother? After all my shout went from heart, whether to me to know such things? But to name the extraneous woman mum!. I do not understand... And me it is terrible... © ISP