Marina Judenich

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    The obstinate ascension the Unsteady haze shrouds tops of hills, they absolutely already
    Close and in this shivering haze to me the woman, more truly only suddenly is
    Silhouette of a female figure. It is hardly distinguishable in the heated fog, persons,
    I as I strain sight cannot make out its clothes, but from its figure blows
    Despair. It is any unknown to me in the image, on distance I feel and
    Still I know, that woman this unknown and practically invisible to me tries
    To stop us and to warn against something terrible, that inevitably waits for
    Horizon my Companion, however, does not see or its His hand does not wish to see
    Persistently involves me to hill top Last forces in despair
    I collect and … I wake up from own shout.
    The body is still shown in a vain attempt to stop and stop the
    The guide … Some seconds I sit I in bed, trying to weaken
    The muscles shown by a spasm and to return to the cool validity of the cosy
    Bedrooms. And then I am again forgotten by a deep dream, already without any dreams.
    Next morning I have immediately told the maintenance of the dream to the healer - other
    At all has not come to to me mind, though goodness knows where from lodged in me since morning
    Since the moment of awakening confidence that it will be my dream
    It is dissatisfied, I could prompt the return However piously observed our agreement,
    Because seconds did not doubt - the rupture promised to it, the termination
    Works with me to term and the subsequent unknown, but "gloomy" as has defined
    It consequences is an absolute reality of It I was afraid. Was afraid then
    More than unknown, but too the frightening ending which it is still vague
    Seemed to me.
    My presentiment was fair - it forced me again and again
    To retell to it the maintenance of my dream, achieving new details and
    The smallest details and carried away by interrogation, similar slightly has lost the control over
    Itself - invariable benevolent, but at times passionless, at times
    Its discharged attention has given way to notable irritation, as if I,
    The careless and disobedient schoolgirl, has made something not so, having broken the ideal
    Course of the perfect program put in pawn by it.
    For what you become angry about me? - I have suddenly set to it absolutely unexpectedly
    For itself a question And as if separate notes in empty my soul
    Have rung out more distinctly, trying to make the way consciousness, merging in the recognised
    Melody But is not present, that time has not come still.
    However something unusual nevertheless has occurred - for the first time for whole eternity,
    As started to seem already to me, our acquaintance, I have taken him unawares
    In total instant lasted it, and the 100-th and thousand were a criterion to that instant
    Shares of second - but I have seen - in the fused gold of his eyes полыхнули,
    Disturbing and terrible simultaneously, sparks.