And again, lightning bolts of anger flew out of her eyes, but she did not say anything out loud, but silently began to continue preparing the festive meal.
Suddenly, the door to the apartment opened and his fifteen-year-old daughter Sonechka appeared on the threshold.
Hi, she awkwardly dropped and, avoiding him, ran into the room.
Slavik flew out of the apartment as if scalded with boiling water, threw a backpack on his shoulders and hurried into the forest.
He got to the forest by bus, and then went on foot. He remembered the place where the abandoned house was located very well. It took about two hours to get to it on foot.
When I went into the house, the first thing I did was throw off my backpack and took out vodka, poured myself half a glass. I drank. There was a snack, but I didnt have a snack. He took a rope and climbed on the table with it, wrapped it around a piece of wood that protruded from the ceiling.
Well, as they say, Slavik rest in peace - he said aloud and poured another half a glass of vodka.
From the dose he took, he got a little drunk and people with whom he had communicated before began to seem to him. Vasily Stepanovich, his former boss at work, was right in front of him, he was sitting at his desk.
Well, bitch, youre sitting there looking at me with a fat face. With my money, did you fly to the Canaries with your mistress Sofka? Choke on my salary, I wont need it there. I see you looking at me and youre glad that Ill be gone soon.
Well, never mind, youll run a little more in this world and come running to me like a darling. And there, Vasil Stepanovich, we will be on equal terms with you. Ill look at you as you sing.
Slavik looked up and made a Lynch knot on a rope, which he specially learned to knit in a few days.
And what are you grinning at, Lubka? he continued, looking in the other direction, you say an alcoholic is drunk. Did you see yourself from the outside? There are rolls on government goods that Ive eaten.
You cant count the salary for this one, youll make a mistake for that one. And you yourself live well on our national labor, stuffing your purse and belly.
Slavik lowered the rope, and it hung in the air, and he went down and sat down at the table, took the bottle in his hand and pointed the neck at the glass, but his hand jerked and the contents poured onto the table. He cursed out loud and poured the remaining vodka into a glass, drank it in one gulp and stared at the door.
On the threshold appeared, as it seemed to him, the silhouette of his wife. Maybe the house started drawing these people to him, maybe the alcohol he drank, or maybe even the devil himself. Who knows now?
Well, honey, youre an alcoholic and a loser. And when we met in our youth, who asked me to marry just to get away from my stepfather as soon as possible, because he beat you, and from my mother, who kicked you out of the house.
Didnt you swear to me that you would love me to the grave and support me until death? How so, my dear? Or have you forgotten all the good things over the years? And now Im not your favorite husband, an alcoholic and a loser.
A silhouette of a girl formed near the mother.
Well, Sonechka, how are you doing at school? All the kids are there mostly with folders, without him you will not be so comfortable and good. Youll see. Dont neglect the folder like that, you have it alone.
Well, my good ones, I sat here with you so to speak in front of the track, talked. I forgive you all. And I went to meet God.
Slavik poured himself another vodka into a glass, drank it in one gulp and climbed, staggering onto the table and grabbing the rope with his hand.
«Strong, good and holding up » he said aloud.
Standing on the table, he put a knot around his throat. But then it began to dawn on Slavik that all this was happening to him for real and he was seized with wild horror.
«Maybe its not as bad as I imagined. After all, I have a family. And if I stop drinking me, my wife will love me more. And Ill find another job for myself completely. After all, Im not even that old, just some forty-two years old. For many at this age, life is just beginning. Im going to study»
But his thoughts were interrupted on this, because his feet slipped on a spilled puddle and Slavik slid down from the table while his legs hung twitching in convulsions above the floor. The noose began to tighten his throat more and more. And the last thought that flashed through his head: «I hurried.»
Vampires
Chapter 1
Orphan
Bozhena, what a rare and beautiful name. So the girl was named by her mother in honor of her grandmother. And the girl grew up a happy child for thirteen years and was always bathed in endless parental love. But alas, an accident happened and soon her mom and dad were gone, they drowned in the river. What happened on that fateful day, only God knows.
A very distant relative found out about her trouble, with whom the family had never communicated before «third water on jelly», so to speak, and agreed to shelter the unfortunate. Now Bozhena began to live with her aunt Marina and her large family in the village of Zarechny, Nizhny Novgorod region. They didnt like the girl, but the most important thing was that no one offended her.
Bozhena helped her relative with the housework, sat with the named brothers and still managed to go to the village school, study perfectly.
There were no friends, because she was always busy with household chores and she had no time left for any walks and conversations.
But still, youth is a wonderful time, its time for love and sweet girlish dreams, falling in love and Bozen was not spared, she lost her head from one local guy, he was different from all the guys, fit, tall and very handsome. The locals called him Prince and he was the most important among them.
The Prince had the name Nikola and this year he turned twenty-one. His parents held a high post in the village of Zarechny, his father was the Head of the Administration.
Spring has come. After everyone celebrated Easter, Bozhenas birthday came along with the singing of birds, the girl turned eighteen years old.
Well, dear Bozhena, you have become a young and beautiful girl, you are my good one, Aunt Marina suddenly spoke warmly - its time to marry you, who do you want? Maybe you have a guy that you like, or who likes you?
«I dont like anyone at all, Aunt,» Bogena said and lowered her eyes to the floor, covering them with long eyelashes like a fan.
Never mind, the time will come, and you will meet him. And now you need to get ready for the road.
Where to? Its my birthday today » the girl almost cried with annoyance.
Bozhena, I want to ask you. My dad is in a serious condition, and he needs to be visited and looked after. I have no one to leave the household and the children to now. Will you help me, daughter?
How nice it was to hear my aunts words, they just caressed the soul of Bozhena. And no one has said kind words to her for a long time, after the death of her parents. The girls heart was kind and it immediately thawed.
Yes, of course, my dear aunt, Im going to pack my things and go.
Thats good. And on your birthday, I baked a pie for you, go drink tea with your brothers, and after that they will take you on a horse to your grandfather.
The girl immediately became cheerful, she went to her room and began to get ready for the road. Merrily humming to herself a song that her mother used to sing to her a long time ago.
God is sitting in the sky, sitting and looking at you and warming you with his warmth. Bozhena Bozhena my beloved daughter
Bozhena gathered her things, there were very few of them and went out to her relatives with a bag in her hands.
«Thats all, I took the most necessary things » she said quietly, looking at everyone gathered at the table.
Sit down dear, have some tea and you have to go already, otherwise it will get dark - said Aunt Marina, cutting a piece of chocolate cake for her.
Bozhena sat down on a chair next to her younger brother. All the relatives around her were sad and sat silently at the table with their eyes down, and the strangest thing was that no one congratulated her on her birthday. After a while, when everyone had eaten, Aunt Marina told her husband, he had been sitting not far from her all this time:
Take Bozhena to the village to Grandfather Suren. Drop her off in the field, and then they will come for her and take her to the right place.
The man with the huge beard lifted his dark gaze from the ground and said:
Dont worry, Ill do everything.
Bozhena went outside and stood in the front garden looking at the amazing Spiraea shrub, which bloomed only today, as if he had prepared such a gift for her.
Suddenly a raven flew in and began circling over the front garden, spreading its dissatisfied cawing everywhere.
«The beauty is being taken away from us again What a grief, grief, inhumans inhumans
The raven screamed flying over the heads of people, but none of them understood him, because the bird language could be understood by sorcerers and various evil spirits, although some people heard the bird
Marinas husband harnessed the horse and shouted to Bozhena to go and get into the cart. Bozhena sat down comfortably, the cart moved from its place and rolled after the horse. After driving a little away from the village, they heard a scream:
Stop!
Bozhena turned around and saw Nikola, he was running after them, waving his hands for them to stop.
The mans face immediately changed and even darkened:
What do you want? he asked, trying to be polite to him.
Ill go with you.
Not ordered! The bearded man replied menacingly.
Yes, who didnt tell you what youre talking about? Ask my father all the questions! Come on, touch that got up! and Nikola jumped into the cart, to which the man remained silent and rudely shouted at the horse: