Neutolimaya zhazhda
Tat'yana Polyakova
Unabridged
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9785041758813
9 hours 17 minutes
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YA sidela u staroy mel'nicy, smotrela na ogni v oknah domov. I predstavlyala, kak lyudi na kuhne za stolom p'yut chay, boltayut o pustyakah. CHuzhoy uyutnyy mir… V moem byla doroga v nikuda i boyazn' vstretit' prohozhih. Mne dvadcat' pyat' let, a za plechami celaya zhizn'. Dolgaya i bezradostnaya... YA mogu sbezhat', uekhat' kuda-nibud'. Deneg u menya net, no eto ne beda. Spravlyus', kak spravlyalas' i ran'she. Pasport so mnoy… Ego pridetsya unichtozhit'… O mnogom ya dumala, i tol'ko mysli o Martine gnala proch'. Slishkom bol'no, slishkom strashno… Luna spryatalas' za oblakami, i stalo sovsem temno. Nado vozvrashchat'sya. V dome starika gorel svet. Ne spit, zhdet menya. YA byla rada, chto u menya est' hotya by eto ubezhishche. YA otkryla dver', voshla v prihozhuyu… V tot zhe mig chto-to obrushilos' na moyu golovu, celyy feyerverk vzorvalsya pered glazami. I tut zhe potuh…