Book-7. Edem, novella. V. Speys

was particularly comfortable to watch the passers- by was wrapped in a garment and for overcast weather- beaten outside. The waitress brought her a cup of coffee double. Thanking her, Anna was a pleasure to eat small sips invigorating drink with every sip doubled its strength, banishing fatigue, instilling courage and what that self- confidence. Thoughts clearer and clearer to refresh your memory, mood improved. Suddenly she remembered the morning visit to the postman and a strange letter. But why Chile? Why, what of that villa? After all villas in Latin America are called farms. And, it’s probably an invitation to work for agricultural wages, speculate Anya. Or again, what may be a preacher from one of the many sects welcome to contact him by e- mail to provide charity care. Either someone wants to tie friendly exchanges. And without determining that the message, Anna left the cafe and headed home.

      At the door of his apartment in a pool of his own urine richly colored menstrual blood lay snoring, Anna Sobinova. A puddle of red blood flowed on the landing, making a nasty putrid smell. Anya in terror gripped with both hands behind his head. But the time for reflection was not coming to his senses, she quickly dragged her girlfriend in the hallway of her apartment under the drunken rambling grumbling. Then poured into a plastic bucket of warm water, abundant added to a bucket of detergent and quickly clean up the mess left from the landing. Having dealt with the cleaning, she began for her friend. She resisted, spewing choicest curse to know someone, do not give yourself to undress. Anya silently removes her wet clothes smelled unpleasant and throwing it in the laundry digesting. Then dragged her friend into the bathroom and, pouring a cold shower, tried to revive her. This is it, in the end, failed.

      Who are you? – Asked through a vague mist in the eyes of Sobinova lying under a cold shower jets.

      – Oh, you do not know me yet?

      – A, and it’s you Anna?

      – As you can see, I am!

      – And I’m going to see you, and you’re already here.

      – You drank a lot, Anna.

      – Oh, nothing. – Responsible Sobinova.

      – You cannot go anymore.

      – Well, this is the last time. No longer will this shit in his mouth to take.

      Anya had washed her warm shower. Then gave a clean towel. Anna, too, had been able to wipe themselves. Soon she came out of the bathroom in a terry- cloth robe and Anya are not paying attention to her friend, collapsed in her bed, immersed in an almost unconscious sleep. Anna took her dirty clothes. Washed in a washing machine and drying up there, she smoothed her dress and hung it on a chair at the head of a sleeping friend. And only then remembered the letter. But again, the work on the dirty clothes Sobinova Anna spent the rest of the day. The time is rapidly and irreversibly flashed like an instant. It’s time to go for a child to kindergarten. And reading the letters had to be postponed. Throwing a threadbare coat, and tying a feather head scarf, she went out into the snowy darkness of the street…

      When Anna returned with Dima covered in snow dust may stick together on downy scarf and coat on his shoulders, Dima, looking at my mother exclaimed delightedly:

      – Mama you look so much like Snow White Santa Claus!

      – Oh, my son, my granddaughter still not enough to go?

      They took off his outer clothing, and Dima did it with a serious look, “the adult” imitating men, in which he had already, learn, watching the TV. Anne, looking at his son, could not stop grinning, noting that maturity. When they coped with clothes, Anya said:

      – Son, go to your room, and I need to talk to Aunt Anna!

      Yes, Mom! – He obediently went to his room.

      Anna was sitting at the kitchen table and drank strong coffee. Her hands were shaking like a fever. Formed under the eyes dark circles. She was bad.

      – I like you, tell a friend, as you found herself under my door? – Asked her which became Anya.

      – Annie, I do not remember anything! Trust me! I do not remember how to drink vodka. I do not even remember how and with whom! – Sobbing, slurring the words, justified Sobinova as the guilty schoolgirl in front of the class teacher. Sniffing, Anna wiped her tears with trembling hands clenched into fists. Behind him Ani suddenly appeared Dima. He looked at Anna, wide- open eyes: – Aunt Anna- bad? – Anna took her son’s arm: – Come on, come on, son. You, why not take off warm overalls? – Dima was taken aback by it and led to his room. It gave a little bit of time to think about the situation and decide something with the hapless girlfriend, or rather with her addiction. Anna was determined to talk and talk to her seriously about drinking and try once and for all put an end to it. But it’s only her can be very naive and insecure desire to help her friend, and wants to Sobinova, is another question. Ultimately, it is up to Anna herself. It was only when she realizes her worthless existence and will fight this habit, and the only way to overcome this illness. Stripped son, Anya went to Anna in the kitchen.

      – There you are? – I met her Sobinova. She was still sitting at the table, finishing his coffee.

      – I wanted to talk to you! – Immediately set to work Anya.

      – What a friend we say?

      – About you!

      – Here’s more! Again begin disciplinary measures! You changed that, my Lenya, that’ll bring up, eh? – On her face white with anger went red staining. This does not bode well for Anya. The words flew from her unhappy Anna, like peas from the wall and only called it unreasonable anger. Anya for the first time in my life angry at her

      – Do you want to walk the streets, kea resurrected zombies? You that nothing interests except this murderous booze?

      – Oh, do not remind me of vodka, and so I feel sick! Yes, and now I do not want to live, you must understand!

      Anya in his rush aid ran into an impenetrable armor wrapped around Sobinova to reach out and not giving up her ailing condition. And nothing could move, destroy this cocoon that has become an obstacle between them.

      – Now, I’m gone! – A tambourine Anna – To prevent you from Dima.

      Tears rolled down her cheeks. Ana was deeply sorry for her. But she decided it did not hold: – Go! – Suddenly, she said. – I’m not stopping!

      Anna jumped up from his chair and ran sobbing into the bedroom, where hung on a chair Anna laundered her clothes. There was a fuss in the room. After a while she got dressed in the hallway. Became nervous look on his coat hanger hanging of clothing.

      Well, where is it!

      Anya watched from afar for its fuss:

      – I washed it. It’s in the bathroom on the coil dried. – Anya replied. Anna sat down on the bellboy telephone table. Ana was, again sorry friend:

      – And where will you go? – All of a sudden, tremulous voice, she had compassion Krazimova.

      – What is true is true. – Anna said. She slowly got up from the table, intending to hide in the kitchen splattered tears from her eyes in two streams. Getting up, she inadvertently dropped on the floor a letter, which has had time to sit:

      – Oh, what? – It automatically picked up the envelope.

      – It’s me! – Anya said. He stuffed the envelope into his hand Krazimovoy, she ran to the kitchen. Soon there were heard her sobs. Anya out of it in the hands of the envelope, decided to distract her friend from a nervous breakdown. And the letter turned out quite the way. She came back with an envelope on the kitchen sobbing to a friend:

      Well, do not cry. Come on, it’s better, it’s an honor. Certainly, some of the sect of the border with a proposal to join. And for sure, what be fans to warm their hands on unsuspecting citizens.

      Anna stopped sobbing. She