"And the pit was healthy there? I haven't seen her at all."
"Normal, the wheel would have left for sure".
Bear pressed to his Savior, gently kissed and whispered quietly: "Thank you" – and then added: – "for everything. So, what's with the tea?»
"So, you say the road is a dead end?"– drinking big gulps podstawski tea asked Micah.
«Yeah. In a few kilometers, you'd be buried in building blocks. There every spring before the ground washed away. Repair every year tired, and let a new bypass road, and here last spring repair work and abandoned… »
The conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Open up, bitch," came a drunken belligerent voice from the corridor.
"This husband, Gregory,' whispered she asks him to sit quietly, the door was locked, he now Portuguese Yes sleep there, in the hallway, business as usual. Sleep will be before lunch, in the morning you will leave quietly."
"Don't you understand? – stuttering, moaning bellowed at the door husband, and rattled the pots and pans settled down in some part of the dark corridor. – I know who underground radish color," the sleepy drunk slurred accent said Gregory.
Silence spilled through the rooms of the house, capturing the streets and the nearby outskirts. Gregory was sleeping.
Svetka, silently, buried herself in the rain-drenched window of the next room, through the curtains of which the dim moonlight pierced.
"You know –" she said, " I want to get out of here. Forever. Start a completely different life," she had a look from the window to Mishkin knees and not looking him in the eyes whispered: "You don't understand."
Never wanted to Bear so help anyone as I wanted to help this lost in a girl. But he didn't know how to do it. And indeed it is quite a bad situation. For some last few hours he almost flew off the road, unexpectedly changed his wife and now sits in a closed house in an unfamiliar village with an unusual and a little strange girl with a passionate desire to help her.
I heard snoring outside the door.
"I'd really like to help you, Light, but in my mind there are no adequate thoughts on this, I'm sorry."
The girl got up, went to the far window and said: "You better not wait for the morning, you never know. Come out through that window, how do you get on, okay? Back back to the fork, there on the asphalt normal leave, do not miss, but do not drive much. And don't you dare to forget me, Maska," and the girl, dropping a tear, went over to the couch.