My city 2: The terrifying history Zhalovskoy, or the Spider
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The novel immediately steamed.
– Yes what here attack! You sent her to the grave! – these words pronounced by Roman were said with entreaty, with entreaty about the help, fast recovery of Nadezhda. Roman could not believe that it is possible? He with it lived all life. Did not move a step from it. In everything obeyed her even if in his personal opinion she was wrong. Parents are always right even if their children so do not consider. Then, having addressed Larisa, he asked. – yes what here Devil take it occurred? Somebody can answer me this question or not? – then he called Larisa by name and the answer demanded. – I wait. – at the same time his look was mad. It seemed that it just about and to snatch on Larisa and will break off it on a part. – What are you silent? – he reproached it. – There is nothing to tell, huh?
Larisa as could justified itself before Roman. She told everything as it was, without having muddled uniform a word. And when it finished the story, Roman approached it, took it the hands for its small coat hanger, and having properly shaken it so that just hey yeah would shake out from it all soul, told with obvious reproach in its address.
– Yes who you in general asked to say with my mother on this subject? Did you still demand alimony? What, was asked? – he gave it slap in the face, and told. – clean up. – then having released it, and having pointed by a hand to a door shouted –!
Larisa had to leave. It left Roman of one. Yes he did not want to see anybody now, and Larisa especially. He considered that she is guilty of this tragedy. Who knows? Whether he was right or not, only one is clear. Do not tell Larisa to Nadezhda that this she got acquainted with it, and it is with her, can do everything it was. But is not present, Nadezhda of Larisa's word took very much to heart, and here result.
Coming downstairs, Larisa heard as the entrance was approached by the car with a siren. Larisa thought. – Obviously to this ambulance. – she went down slowly. It seemed that this way was heavy, but here the first floor, an exit. Larisa went outside from an entrance, and the fresh breeze went to her head. The stress disappeared as if it and was not. On heart was pokoyno. Larisa looked at the gloomy house which seemed to her, and having heaved a deep sigh, looked round. Just now she saw
Who is guilty of this tragedy? To solve to you. I consider that Roman is guilty of this tragedy. If it do not change Vera, then and his mother did not get paralysis, and so?
And now we will pass to the following chapter of this history. So, we will begin …
Chapter-5
Larisa's proposal
So, we will begin with on what stopped in a chapter 3 of this history, namely.
Hope having said goodbye to Roman and Larisa, left. It went to a door, and having left the apartment closed behind itself a door. Having left one sitting on a sofa and little the understanding two people. Larisa and Roman.
At this moment Roman jumped from a sofa, and ran to a door. He opened a door and having jumped out in a corridor shouted one word. – MOTHER. – but it was not any more. It disappeared also mysteriously, as well as appeared.
We on to give up Hope, Roman and Larisa in the past a few, and we will return today. What now occurs after Nadezhda left the apartment where there were Larisa and Roman. What now do they do, we will look?
As Roman did not try to understand, to understand something, to understand he could do nothing at all. And how to understand, his mother was at the cemetery, and here it? What if to it all this was given, and he went crazy? But what was seen by him was seen also by Larisa? What, did two go crazy? But not along with it? What was it? Who it was? Ghost? But for the ghost this woman was extremely hardy. Who is she? What really happens? He could not understand it.
It entered back the apartment, having closed behind itself(himself) a door. Passed to the room where on a sofa Larisa sat. She was excited with an event. For all her life, she never saw ghosts. She considered that Nadezhda was dead! It lay deeply in the earth, and will never disturb their rest. But dead men are hardy. Even after the death they come back, come back to finish not complete affairs or to revenge someone. But nobody saw the dead man is so realistic as Larisa and Roman. They not only saw it, but also communicated with it. Communicated, listened from it to one reproaches in their address. Nobody would like to appear on Larisa's place now. Her face was similar to the dead man. Same white and lifeless. She sat on a sofa, stupidly looking in the one and only point. Even it is possible to tell that she in her did not look, and kind of looked through her as though trying to understand that to be there, behind this side where two worlds, both meet. World, where all as here. The world where everything perfectly and pokoyno, is also not present any evil. Only grace and silence. But install so pokoyno in that kingdom? Something nevertheless disturbed Larisa. In her eyes the fear was read. She saw something that she needed to see only one. In her head someone's voice sounded. It was not terrible, but nevertheless it was unpleasant to it. What did he tell her? I do not know. I can only assume that this voice spoke with it about Nadezhda, hope whatever it was. The person always has hope for something. If the person ceases to hope for something, something good in the life, he will simply die. Without hope there is no sense in life. We hope for the best. That our children grew up and became happier than us. We hope that at them life will be better, than at us. We in general hope though these hopes are ephemeral, we hope that, sometime we will gorge on from a paunch, and nobody for it will reproach us.
Roman carefully looked at Larisa, and having carried out by the palm about her face, and not having seen on it uniform reaction, Roman understood that perhaps Larisa not in itself and how in general she sustained it? Whether joke? The dead man from a grave got up? Roman and that felt ill at ease, and Larisa and even less so. He a silent voice asked.
– Larisa, you as?
In this question it was read uncertainty. Larisa was in an astral and when she leaves it? Roman did not know slightest. He wanted to call for ambulance, but having decided that this it is useless, the ambulance will be able to help nothing to it, and the psychiatric hospital will not understand in what business here, and will begin to treat her for schizophrenia. It was not a bright prospect too. Then he should be treated. He saw it, Nadezhda, the mother too.
That stupidly looked at it, touched the hand the person of the Novel, and having smiled told.
– It will come for me. – these words could not tell Roman anything acceptable. He was in confusion, trying to understand sense of her words. – It will come.
Roman did not understand what Larisa meant? What is the time he knew it, but in such state he saw it for the first time. Roman did not understand what happens to it? If he knew that this state is caused in it by Nadezhda's arrival, then her words. – It will come for me. Roman did not know to what she told it. Perhaps, she felt something, perhaps she knew something that, Roman did not know? In any case, it has to be near it now. The novel sat down on a sofa, and asked.
– You it about what? Who will come for you?
That looked at it, and Roman saw something imperceptible as though Larisa wanted to confess in something in his face, but something disturbed her. Something did not finish it to tell uniform a word about what she wanted to tell Roman now. As if glue tightly stuck together her fine lips, and language as if grew dumb. Without moving neither in one, nor in other party. But here Larisa opened a mouth and told. No, it is a provyla only one word, its provyla as if the old she-wolf just about going to the final journey howled. It is a provyla only the unique word.
– ALICE.
Alice! What the word is meant to Larisa? Roman did not know. He could not imagine who such this Alice? It was for Roman nothing, only a name which he occasionally heard from someone's lips. Actually, he heard only echoes. Past echoes. He thought. – What there is a human essence? Where that side novel at which the reality intertwines with fiction? Where that side of human mind which borders on that, other world? World of madness of pure mind. – now, looking on as it seemed to it mad Larisa, he understood that she needs the help. Emmanuil's disease affected her mental health. It could not accept reality such what it is, and any another. Reality in which Nadezhda was alive, this rather the an echo of the past which left the mark in this without intellectual life of human existence. But Larisa was not such. She knew that all that now happens to it, nothing else as imagination of her inflamed mind. Nobody knew from them who this woman was? The woman who just left their apartment, called Nadezhda? Who is she this woman, Nadezhda? Mother Romana Nadezhda or just hope? Roman did not know it. Now, looking at Larisa, he saw madness in her eyes. Misunderstanding what happens to it? Who knows? What to be created in a human brain at his this or that disease. Doctors know only its signs, and its initial emergence does not. What if did doctors know its initial, then perhaps and it would be easier to treat? But even if to get to the bottom of its essence, then hardly it will respond to treatment. Process can be slowed down, but to cure never. As it was told in the previous book, Alice is the character created by human mentality, his loneliness. It so. But happens that Alice is our madness. How it is possible to understand it? Just our brain ceases to perceive at some point surrounding the environment, and gives us the reality, the world of imaginations. Doctors call this disease SCHIZOPHRENIA.