I had a chance to go to one village, three years ago. I stood, then, near the car, smoked and waited for his nephew, who at the moment was to get out of the driveway and we could go hit the road. Then I was not yet married, and one sure as didn't want to go, so I persuaded my sister to let her son with me. And the boy clever - clever for years, something says, smiling boy, what a joy it was to him to go.
Laden with provisions, clothing and nephew came out of the access door, said Hello, and we both sat in the car. To go to the village about four hours, first on a paved road about one and a half hours, and then on the road and up to the village. Go, then, talking, getting dark, so he went at six o'clock. And then began to fall thick fog, in addition to my new machine the dark. Was impossible to drive, that's because of the rotation could be a car, and the headlights can be distinguished only when they almost end-to-end Shine. Nothing to do, had at your own risk to pull over. Leaving the car on the side of the road, I strictly told the nephew not to lean out of the car and not go after me, because this thick "smoke" could easily get lost, and I went to look for some road signs. I walked about ten meters forward and stumbled on a post with a sign that broadcast that to the nearest village about ten kilometers. But I was not happy about this, as he knew perfectly well the way I need to point the name of the nearest settlement is not met and wasn't going to meet along the way. I desperately recalled, could turn in a wrong to confuse the road, but I have even from my reasoning sick forehead is nowhere I can turn nowhere couldn't, because almost all the way the road went straight, and if I wanted to turn, then straight would have wound up in the bushes or trees. Remember the inscription on the pointer, I turned on my heels and went to the car. All this time I frantically continued to fumble around in memory, until he noticed that I was about thirty meters, but there were no cars in sight. Leave I'm very close, so to lose a car it would be utter stupidity. Again turned around, I went back and after about three minutes again stumbled on the pointer. There were no cars.
The nephew of the car to roll back somewhere and could not - as I know he never bagels in the hands not kept, and about independently to operate the machine in such a dense fog, and there was no talk. So I was wandering, as the hedgehog in the fog, feeling like an idiot at the thought of what was lost next to the machine, and reassuring themselves that the child is in a warm cabin and it is not threatened, especially as supplies, we had a lot. About myself I that night not worried.
By my standards, took about half an hour until I came to some crossroads. Staying right in the middle, looked around. Worse, there was no where. Hopes for Russian Avos and go into the first side? No, that would be too risky. The cell phone I unfortunately left in the car, because I knew that I will not need to move a few meters from the car. Strangely enough, it was absolutely quiet - no any traffic noise, wind among the leaves, while we were driving next to a forest, not a single vote birds. "Oh, shit!" "said I aloud, and immediately winced from what heard him running. Turning around, I saw nothing, except the ill-fated fog. But definitely someone rushed around me, Bouncing, as if with joy. I almost turned grey from fear, when once again turned around and saw a slow moving, subtle silhouette. Advancing forward, like raking hands fog, I saw that it was the grandmother. She was about seventy, but that night I was totally don't care why she's here - I was glad to any living soul, the more that running immediately stopped.
- Granny, do you know where I am?
The woman looked at me from the bottom up and crossed himself:
- At the crossroads of hell mentioned, good-for-nothing.
She said nothing and grabbed me by the sleeve, pulling somewhere deep fog. Tremendous strength she has, I confess, noble was. Even me, was twenty-seven man, unable to pull her wrist from his fingers, and squeeze him, by golly, as an iron Vice. Literally ten minutes later she took me out to the car and immediately released his hand.
- Fuck you by the nose drove. - she said.
Seeing the stunned face of his nephew, I awarded him the opinion of the Director of the brick factory.
Thank You very much. Maybe You need a ride somewhere?
Grandma only secretly smiled and disappeared. More to deviate from the machine I did not dare, and immediately sat down in the salon. Deciding that the fog better to wait, I told the nephew of their adventure. He was pale and said, what was heard, as if someone zakaat hooves around the machine. He immediately all the doors were shut, and sat listening. This happened immediately after I went a few meters from the car and was gone about ten minutes. Nephew a couple of times opened the window and shouted my name was called, but I never replied, even though it was quite close. And what was that crossroads, I don't know, but more in the fog I try not to ride
Laden with provisions, clothing and nephew came out of the access door, said Hello, and we both sat in the car. To go to the village about four hours, first on a paved road about one and a half hours, and then on the road and up to the village. Go, then, talking, getting dark, so he went at six o'clock. And then began to fall thick fog, in addition to my new machine the dark. Was impossible to drive, that's because of the rotation could be a car, and the headlights can be distinguished only when they almost end-to-end Shine. Nothing to do, had at your own risk to pull over. Leaving the car on the side of the road, I strictly told the nephew not to lean out of the car and not go after me, because this thick "smoke" could easily get lost, and I went to look for some road signs. I walked about ten meters forward and stumbled on a post with a sign that broadcast that to the nearest village about ten kilometers. But I was not happy about this, as he knew perfectly well the way I need to point the name of the nearest settlement is not met and wasn't going to meet along the way. I desperately recalled, could turn in a wrong to confuse the road, but I have even from my reasoning sick forehead is nowhere I can turn nowhere couldn't, because almost all the way the road went straight, and if I wanted to turn, then straight would have wound up in the bushes or trees. Remember the inscription on the pointer, I turned on my heels and went to the car. All this time I frantically continued to fumble around in memory, until he noticed that I was about thirty meters, but there were no cars in sight. Leave I'm very close, so to lose a car it would be utter stupidity. Again turned around, I went back and after about three minutes again stumbled on the pointer. There were no cars.
The nephew of the car to roll back somewhere and could not - as I know he never bagels in the hands not kept, and about independently to operate the machine in such a dense fog, and there was no talk. So I was wandering, as the hedgehog in the fog, feeling like an idiot at the thought of what was lost next to the machine, and reassuring themselves that the child is in a warm cabin and it is not threatened, especially as supplies, we had a lot. About myself I that night not worried.
By my standards, took about half an hour until I came to some crossroads. Staying right in the middle, looked around. Worse, there was no where. Hopes for Russian Avos and go into the first side? No, that would be too risky. The cell phone I unfortunately left in the car, because I knew that I will not need to move a few meters from the car. Strangely enough, it was absolutely quiet - no any traffic noise, wind among the leaves, while we were driving next to a forest, not a single vote birds. "Oh, shit!" "said I aloud, and immediately winced from what heard him running. Turning around, I saw nothing, except the ill-fated fog. But definitely someone rushed around me, Bouncing, as if with joy. I almost turned grey from fear, when once again turned around and saw a slow moving, subtle silhouette. Advancing forward, like raking hands fog, I saw that it was the grandmother. She was about seventy, but that night I was totally don't care why she's here - I was glad to any living soul, the more that running immediately stopped.
- Granny, do you know where I am?
The woman looked at me from the bottom up and crossed himself:
- At the crossroads of hell mentioned, good-for-nothing.
She said nothing and grabbed me by the sleeve, pulling somewhere deep fog. Tremendous strength she has, I confess, noble was. Even me, was twenty-seven man, unable to pull her wrist from his fingers, and squeeze him, by golly, as an iron Vice. Literally ten minutes later she took me out to the car and immediately released his hand.
- Fuck you by the nose drove. - she said.
Seeing the stunned face of his nephew, I awarded him the opinion of the Director of the brick factory.
Thank You very much. Maybe You need a ride somewhere?
Grandma only secretly smiled and disappeared. More to deviate from the machine I did not dare, and immediately sat down in the salon. Deciding that the fog better to wait, I told the nephew of their adventure. He was pale and said, what was heard, as if someone zakaat hooves around the machine. He immediately all the doors were shut, and sat listening. This happened immediately after I went a few meters from the car and was gone about ten minutes. Nephew a couple of times opened the window and shouted my name was called, but I never replied, even though it was quite close. And what was that crossroads, I don't know, but more in the fog I try not to ride
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