It has bypassed the car and has seen: the open luggage carrier, dim light inside and Vanechku who lay there motionlessly
and faced it. Vanechka was absolutely small. The black, sticky, gleaming pool surrounded it, having filled in in a luggage
carrier everything that there was. Vanechka was in consciousness, but was silent. It did not have feet.
Then he has started talking. The voice at it was - as an itching string.
- Hoz-zjain-n-n... - prozudel it. - finish... Those... - also has died.
He has seen, how the life has left black motionless eyes and as the body which just was a spring cocked by a pain and
horror to last limit has become soft.
Some seconds it were motionless.
(He never was able to address with the dead. Tens people were spent by him THERE, but and has not learnt: to incline a
head; to touch with lips an ice forehead; to rise from knees and again to incline a head... All it seemed to it - theatre. Cheap
amateur performance. All it was a facade - it is not known, for what and before whom).
Then he has given a hand, free from a grenade, and has touched a neck of Vanechki, there, where the vein should pulse.
The neck was warm, hardly sticky, but the vein any more was not. Vanechki any more was not here. And never will be.
It has slammed a cover of a luggage carrier and suddenly - as if has regained consciousness. The world around just existing
separately and as though in the distance, has fallen upon it without mercy and mercy. In this world (except an ice fog) there
was an ice cold with a wind, ice hopeless loneliness and a deathly stench potustoronnego an animal which just was here
and, maybe, remained somewhere nearby: looked, waited, estimated, solved...
It has felt a shiver punching it from heels to top. A spasm which reduced a hand with a grenade. Metal smack from the
checks, still clamped in a teeth. It has felt itself(himself) and has recollected, what exactly it should do now.
To put to the check into place it has not managed. It was necessary to throw out it.
He has decided to bear the cocked grenade with itself(himself). Just in case. And not against baskera - it has suddenly
become is assured that the animal has left that there is no it here more that it will return here now only in couple of days, -
steel claws to rip up a steel of a luggage carrier and to reach that is inside. Already only to prevent it, it was necessary now:
to force itself, once again to overcome - to go, go, creep, if it is required, to search for people, any, any, but it is desirable, all
the same, - the.
It went slowly, almost without feeling the languid grown numb feet with which uncertainly as blind, groped under itself
betonku, without seeing almost anything before itself, having exposed forward a free hand and carefully having hidden on a
breast a fist with a grenade. He did not think of what. If he has managed to return somehow to itself(himself) ability to reflect,
he probably, would think only that this night - prokljata and it to it for what not to worry.
The fear silently gnawed it, and he sang: "that Cuckooed syva zozulja...