Marina Judenich

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    Rather awkwardly - the shirt hardly covers a body, - it is strange, that me have left
    One, but it is visible надои to come back in chamber ”So I reflect and slowly
    To delirium on a corridor. Behind a door - other corridor waits for me is a corridor of one
    From cases of clinic and it absolutely other, than that, which threshold I just
    Has crossed - here warmly also the twilight reigns - muffled light streams
    Whence from above from under a low enough ceiling, not striking covering of a floor
    Softly springs underfoot and conceals steps, walls are decorated by the big
    Pictures, the image on which is hardly guessed in soft twilight and
    Along them between the doors conducting in offices and chambers are placed low and even
    By sight fenny sofas and armchairs Here I feel at once cosier and quieter
    - The fever passes, and the twilight hides mine almost a naked body However here
    I am not lonely - any people sit on sofas and conduct between itself quiet and
    Slow conversation, having caught sight, and moreover having felt my occurrence they
    Cease and peer in twilight, trying to make out it is better than me, I too
    I peer at their persons - they are quiet and benevolent, their attention not is
    Curiosity, and стихнувшие conversations - a politeness tribute, instead of a disappointment consequence
    From that somebody has broken their current. The fragile small woman, tenderly
    Looks at me huge kind eyes on the thin young-looking person, though
    Its hair accurately combed back absolutely grey-haired, beautiful slightly
    Haughty lips are touched by a smile - and then I learn it is though did not see already
    Very much for a long time, it is my grandmother who has died of many years back Man near to it.,
    On the contrary looks the old man - it is very thin and in the opinion of it when it lifts
    Them on me. The senile weariness and indifference to all - but I laps
    I know, that to it hardly for forty - because it is former my husband, some years
    Back died of heart attack - he drank before death and as much
    Old our friends told has strongly fallen and has simply waved on itself
    Hand. In a distant armchair has curled up, gracefully having picked up under itself
    Magnificent feet the surprising beauty - with a shock огненно red hair and
    Unique, unique in that left it the world фиалковыми eyes -
    Favourite my girlfriend - Сашка In has passed to year it was lost in the terrible
    To road accident and we long could not believe in her death therefore
    Still, what to bury to us it was possible the charred unrecognizable remains Now Сашка
    Was former - dazzling and unique in the unearthly beauty So
    Gradually I learn people, there is no time close to me and at various times left of
    Now all of them together in twilight of a cosy corridor - and I understand lives for
    That they have gathered, but I do not test neither fear, nor a regret Opposite, I want
    Somewhat quicker to start talking to them and to hear in the answer of their voice, but someone arises