- Shall we go? - she admired him and gave him away.
- Yes, yes. What is the name of the dog? - Jabra. But I"m not sure. - Anna, what do you mean, "you're not sure"?
- The teacher, who lifted her bag, asked with a bad voice.
- Oh, you"ll see it at home.
- Linda", Kara admired. The ghoul er obviously liked it better. She smelled like a fellow tribesman. Anna picked up a flashlight and went downstairs.
- Careful, there was a steep descent. ... - She was late to report.
- We just found out, " said Lara, a friend who is already on her way. The night got thicker and she spilled stars. The forest was thinning out. The procession of three people and the dog descended the slope and illuminated the path with three mobile phones and an old "stained-glass aquarium" (as Nikolai Sergeevich called it), which gave the procession a mysterious and somewhat fantastic appearance. "Carrying a dream in the human settlements of the goblins" human settlements?
- Orcs going on a midnight hunt". Anna offered to help Kara with things but refused as usual. "Don't you want to ride mine? - Why not immediately? - I wouldn't refuse. ... I was just kidding! It was a sense of humor, the Germans ruined you, ruined you? Let me be serious! The crickets are cracking. In the cold air, there was a lack of wind.
When they came out from behind the trees, there was a red and yellow light in front of them, which gave rise to thoughts about the lighthouse, which seemed to be at the end of the cape, almost above the abyss. Anna has involuntarily taken a step in the direction of this light. It was a flashlight - she could not remember when she had lit it or when she had lit it, but it was necessary to let it burn. Above the veranda, next to the thorns and roses.
Above the door, painted with white seagulls. The road no longer climbed the rocks but ran on a soft egg. It smelled of mint and wormwood. And the further she went, the easier it became to walk, the more Anna`s fatigue seemed to go to the grass. Only the lighthouse remained in the front. And the house, almost invisible behind the thick foliage of a large oak tree, which sticks out above the house from the north, from the side of the big earth, and embraces the roof with the loose vegetation.
All her fears have retreated. No matter how many trials tonight, they will end here. In the end, she touched the gate - the gate was always cracking in a special way - and understood her dissatisfaction in tone, mixed with relief. Jabra was the last to enter the courtyard and looked at people as if he had done everything and disappeared into the bull"s eye. They climbed on the porch. It was as if the butterflies of the night were hanging from a warm, lively light. The darkness was behind us. She would knock on the door because she felt guilty for staying so long. It was as if someone was waiting inside and worried about her. For a moment she was caught by the irrational hope that the door would open, and she would be found with dark blue eyes.
She will pull her head into her shoulders and form something incomprehensible, then stretch forward and hug her. Anna has shaken her head. Slowly she took the keys out of her backpack. It was"t the first time she went into the well, she pulled them into the lock. She went into the dark corridor without looking at the switch.
- The bathroom is the second corridor to the left, so let me bring your stuff upstairs. I shaved forward without hearing any answer, without turning on the light anywhere else. She walked around with a flashlight in her hands, past the kitchen and pantry, and colorful reflections slid through the walls of the corridor. Almost without doors, it was as if the rooms were flowing towards each other as if they were something solid and indivisible. There was no one else, but the house did not seem to him to be empty, it never seemed to him to be empty.
Anna entered the library. "Why did I take everything off the desk? - and cloudy with the feeling that the soft, deserted table-top under the large window, glistening in the moonlight, gave her the feeling that she was in the middle of nowhere. No books, no notebooks, no big steaming iron cup. ... A multicolored flame swam along the corridor between the high planks and the stairs. The wooden stairs under the feet were nicely hooked. Upstairs there was already a large bed - there is enough room for four people. Someone can at least go to bed downstairs.
She carried her bags, hung a guitar next to her and stood in the middle of the room for a few minutes and hugged herself by the shoulders. After a while, she started hearing voices from the library. Apparently the bathing procedures were over and the guests started their own investigation by Anna`s church. - My God, Kira.