But all of a sudden, things have changed. The pain disappeared as if it never existed... It just disappeared... The picture around me froze without moving. Time stopped. The monster flies, but hangs in one place in the flight.
The passenger car was standing as well as in its place; my "Moskvitch" too. And I am alive and well (while) sitting in the " Moskvitch ". Except my mouth is wide open in a silent scream. Time stopped for everybody but me, I was out of time. Wherever I looked, the space around me was frozen in the final jerk. And only the ringing silence with incredible force pressed on my ears. Of course, I'd heard of times when in the extreme, people's time was stretched out to infinity, but until you tried something like that...
I'm trying to start my car feverishly, without any sense, trying to do anything.
Anything as long as it's the last horrible picture that I'm seeing hasn't become a reality...
No, to get out of the car and step aside... I'm starting to turn on the ignition, turn the wheel around, shake the pedals, and so on.
Only the steering wheel of the " Moskvitch " is so hard to spin, and then it seems as if he poured lead, got heavier by a thousand times. The clutch does not cling to a single millimeter. The ignition key presses on the fingers but does not scroll as it usually does. Everything took incredible effort. And about how the starter was spinning - a special conversation. Usually - once or twice, and the car started. I've heard only the heavy, sad, not waking up sound... I don't remember how long it lasted...
But I managed to do something, because the black monster crashed not into the driver's door, not directly into me, but neatly behind me and carried only the back of the " Moskvitch ", after which my willful grandfather ordered to live a long time.
I don't remember the moment of the blow. I woke up after a while. I open my eyes and see: the car on the side of the road in the bushes "parked" is standing, twigs gently knocking on the windshield, I wake up. I see that the torpedo is in place, the steering wheel is in place, the glass at my door is shattered and my left hand is covered in blood. Well, I guess it wasn't that bad, it could have been much worse. I open the door, fall out of the car, and then, from what I saw, I was really scared to nausea. The "I'm in shock" expression is hardly able, at least minimally, to reflect my state of mind at that time. The only thing that survived was the front of the car where I was, and it was almost untouched. And the other half, we can say, was not at all. So some big crumpled can. Even the rear axle vomited clean - it flew almost a hundred meters.
Gaichniki were surprised for a long time at what had happened in our country and how it had happened. It was a miracle that I stayed alive. Nobody understood how I escaped. Everyone decided that most likely, the " Moskvitch " on the starter still moved a little bit from the unfortunate crossroads, left the line of the main strike. Everyone was surprised by the situation itself. Why did a car with a completely sane and adequate woman stall, stalled on the flat spot, all of a sudden?
Although not a new car, but it was quite a reliable foreign car. How, obviously, the new truck managed to lose brakes and accelerate up to one hundred and fifty, if it had never given out more than a hundred before, even from a peas? It all happened so that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And the situation was clearly against me.
Like on purpose! But then, we can say, it all worked out for me: a few extra gray hairs, sometimes sticky and nasty sweat at night and that's all. I didn't even go to a psychologist.
Continued in the next episode.