I have to march in advance is not ready. Had cast away in a bag of sandwiches, a bottle of cola, another bunch of bullshit and all focus more on what to wear. I recently broke up with Alex - the guy with whom met more than six months.

And not that I really had one since that time, no. Literally two days after our parting with me at recess approached Sergei and asked for a ride after school.

He lived far enough away from me, so that our walk was reduced to provozhaniyu me walk home. The path we took almost an hour, I was very tired and had to invite Serezhu home for tea, the more so because he, like, did not object.

Tiffanys favorite dog was lost.

Black, evil, eats enough for three, bite, remembers everything. Who knows the location - please keep quiet. Teacher Military School would rent a house with a telephone, radar, missile launchers.

In connection with the repair barber styling women will be in the mens room.

Slowly working stenographer - Typist looking stutterer director. I translate from Armenian and German at Vagankovsky. Change one nationality in two convictions. Agree on any terms. Vanished big black diplomat.

Finder please return it to the Embassy of Nigeria.

From 1 day of execution of a funeral march would cost four times more expensive.

For those who can not pay the new tariff, a funeral march will be played at four times faster. Yesterday evening in the port spree and did not return home female piebald suit with white shirt, nicknamed " Mania. " Finder asked to convey to her that if sunetsya home, her husband was shot.

Young family room, take off for two hours. Residence is optional.

This product is a figment of your imagination inadequate submissive author Igor Shaos " Petrushina and Sergei" Raven_ craw " Veremeenko, which do not relate to the real literary work, albeit slightly, and came to blows because of the bright epigraphs . . . So, sorry, there are two.

While all characters have real prototypes, described the event in no way inconsistent with the true state of things . . . We have not tried to write a story with gusto paint fighting and vicious creatures. There are almost no such dynamics.

This is just my short version of the Zone, through the prism of human life, relationships and tragedies . . . So if the respected polling readers this little wonder, then he just wasted your precious time. . . .

Those who find the strength to read all, we thank you and sincerely hope that the story will not disappoint you. We tried. Already, thank you, that drew attention to the simple introduction of . . . . . .

The pain dulled, losing all the power of the old psychological effect. Whether it was still a few hours ago. Roth autonomously, without asking permission of the owner, has depicted some sort of smirk.

I remember writhing at Old Marsh, matter, stumbling over words, choked with saliva, suddenly bryznuvshey salt spray from his eyes, his own blood. Yes . . . the blood . . . All that, somehow, even frightening - this is my blood.

Sacred liquid that circulates in the body, is now a dirty brown " carpet" on the fifth floor, apparently, the premises once served as a kitchen. Die and become slowly rotting piece of meat one of the apartments zachuhanogo skeleton " of the Khrushchev era. " Am I about it ever thought? Internal bleeding. Well, so be it. The end.

Unconsciously trying to smile?

It can be seen resigned to fate, ready to die. And what a difference there in my face?

In any case, there are not live so long. I do not know, probably, a moment before he caught the arrival limit your pills tarena - haunted me Inga.

It was a long white gown and stood, leaning against a huge green willow. Separated from the eyelashes, the smooth skin rolled largest diamond teardrop, paving a smooth path. I was so close that the cold wind playfully allowed to touch his lips curly locks of brown hair and feel the soft breath. Amid this splendor, the sudden sharp smell of the Zone and Old Marsh returned to the reality of my consciousness.

Anyway, I saw her crying . . . " . . .

Please dont cry in the morning light . . . Please dont cry in the morning . . .

In the morning light . . . " - the velvet voice of reverse twisted old crocked track deep in the subcortex, gently pushing the whiskey. Closed his eyes. Practically do not feel the body is very tired. My head is heavy, dull.

Spat out before him on the " carpet" . Right hand squeezed tighter wound left thumb undid the buckle on his helmet. As always. Thumb . . . habit. I tried to distract and to listen to the sounds around you.

Silence.

Always expect trouble, when so quiet . . . Tilted body to the right, without opening his eyes, an incredible effort, pulled the strap sprawling machine.

Meaning there is not enough. Although there is an option to shoot himself, immediately stopping the torment. Felt the butt.

Sad. I have already agreed on the fact that the " rusty hair" accidentally latch on to the edge of the trunk completed the protracted history. Touching his hand to the ice- metal caused a quickening of strikes already pounding heart.

Somewhere between instinct and fight nostalgia . . .

It is a pity that would have someone to encumber. Backpack at the entrance and the characteristic red trail leading here one day lead the curious stalker.

And here, a corpse and absolutely nothing of value . . . Although not yet final. I am sure, will come an inevitable encounter with the dreadnought. It would be nice to die early, does not contemplate that or has some bloodthirsty creature. Imagine for a second, as near my decayed remains of swarming rats, step aside before the rat- a wolf.

Allow the meal! Dwarf, leaning out of the baseboards in the opposite corner of the room chuckles nastily . . . Dreadnought - the devil in human form. Being that any emotional stress, apparently, was not originally inherent.

Recently I heard from the shopkeepers famous story of how this thug indifferently carved more than a dozen Special Forces soldiers in " Chernobyl- 2" . They say it was worth it. Event these things unfolded because of the guidance elements, some exclusive ballistic missiles, drawings, technical documents, photographs . . . marvels.

Here and without such weapons a complete mess.

And then a banquet in " summer camp" ! Americans like him had paid big money for any chips. Oh, is he rich, people do not doubt.

Stalkers, military and enthusiasts, entire clans looking for happiness, discover the secret lair, spreading to the owner. Last stop scarce contacts with the outside world, which consisted solely of exchange- trade colliding.

Care and fostered resentment turned deadly boomerang. In my opinion, he is completely crazy.

I wonder what he eats? Rumor has it that the Dreadnought never goes out of the zone. Hmm. And I heard from a very eloquent scout, as he tears off his bare hands mans head.

Dreadnought - a real killing machine, a walking fortress, savage six- foot leopard, prey and feeling with exquisite taste in her penetrate. Many nerves rent, noticing from afar is almost a fantastic outfit.

In such cases, it is better to change the route because there is a chance not to avoid hunting.

You can easily play the role of the trophy. He eraser, erasing unnecessary. Such a high honor today had a chance to qualify for me . . . Hmmm.

This is no place for people. People and there is " anomalous formation, they make it worse. Always.

Now I agree with this simplistic ideology . . . Everything started so long ago that it sometimes seems - lies pure water. I was born in the north- east of our then- vast country.

80 years marked the final collapse of the Union. Echoes of Afghanistan, timid attempts recovery of the planned economy, fighting corruption in the higher ( and not at all) echelons, belated reforms irrepressible thirst for change, the talk about restructuring, Gorbachevs birthmark ( rather slick, rather than birth) .

For the first time emerged the phantom of democracy in quotes permissiveness certainly would lead to disaster . . . And it happened.

Even two.

It is not known which of them was worse - for someone like.

The tragedy at the Chernobyl nuclear power plant, cripple many of fate, became the beginning of the final credits of that life which we are accustomed to see it and understand.

I originally absorbed the world. Since childhood, had a craving for long hikes, and loved wildlife.

Heck, I did not know anything about wild . . .

In the late 90s went to a local institution in history and archeology. Would be better if he went into the army . . . Hmm . . . Lieutenant Kolesnikov!

Report to the knowledge of the social structure and group behavior of the controller? Have I heard something about Chernobyl? Ah- ah- ah . . .

Yes. Was such a virus with enviable frequency visiting my computer . . . Idiocy? Exactly. However, what strange thoughts came into his own blood . . .

Democracy . . . My peers pyhnuv freedom catalyst girls on expensive cars, drinking tequila in bars and smoking grass. I was an outcast in the banal sense of the word.

Roamed the alleged sites of ancient camps Chukchi and Eskimos, simply arranged trips to the woods, wandered aimlessly, enjoying the solitude. Soon after, lost her attraction to this pointless endeavor. No, not to be alone - to the traditional archaeological . . .

Long wondered why this happened? I needed a serious sense, needed some sort of exclusivity, adrenaline, adventure, an overwhelming sense of danger. And I would have been able to overcome everything. Moreover, that the danger - a magnet, attracting both people and big money. In general, experienced something similar period of self- assertion of absolute perfectionism, the belief in limitless possibilities of his self.

It was at that hour there was a crucial event for me. Kolyma region, stuffed with former Gulag camps as Sdobnaya bun poppy seeds, captivated my attention from this very specific historical point of view.

In the archival records of the local library, accidentally stumbled on the coordinates of one of such places, said that no official information, other than establishing the fact of the existence of uranium mines, the number of people perished, more than nothing. I was intrigued by this " game in a silence, " as the remaining ten to twenty episodes of the information was sufficient. Trying to find at least some data about the area are interested, I turned to an old friend since school days, who worked in the office and seized " wonderful" tradition and, accordingly, files certain structures of the NKVD - KGB.

He willingly helped me in a creative and documentary search various archaeological landmarks, preferring a good cognac. We are not cheated each other, and at this time. All the world is quite simple.

The resulting dust- filled folders, covered with clear what year that way thirty years ago, with yellowed pages and biting edges, made a serious impression on me. In fact, there was little that, except for figures and comments on resources ( exclusively men) is applied to create a nuclear shield of our country . . . Motherland is clearly not considered to be their number . . . And you know what it means to carry uranium ore with their bare hands? Fresh, piping- with heat extracted from the womb, as the sun miniature flowing in different directions merry cocktail of a mixture of hard radiation.

Man missing for a week maximum. Those who worked in factories - even less. I immediately presented the picturesque scenery of this " resort" . . . names, names, names.

Came a man, not man. This conveyor belt of death.

Then I was not there, and now I want to fix it urgently . . . What really hooked attention - a crumpled piece of faded a little report of the camp, telling of the search results that crashed in the vicinity of the aircraft. Searched for him for several months. But searching through forests, swamps and hills, not even knowing the approximate crash site - a very difficult thing.

In short, anything they found, and the worst enemy in the face of capitalist- imperialists was not asleep. The country needed was the first " vigorous" bomb, her triumph forged here.

Uranium weekdays continued . . . 2005. Going to the settling of uranium colony I had no hope of anything found there . . . But, to refuse such an event was unable to.

So, mid- May, above the year. I as a guide accompanying a group of Japanese tourists, who often organized mobs roamed the Kolyma road in search of adventure on your own ass. Subscribed to it for free, just to get where necessary.

Next to them was busy driver. On the 62nd reached the intended rotation, bumpy road leading to the common grave of political prisoners and the camp. I read a short lecture the public about Stalinism, and something about the system of the camp regime.

Interpreter cheerfully chirped me. Having finished a short speech, without taking leave, fell out of the truck. Judging by the reaction of the team, the Japanese initially wanted to jerk me, but had their dosimeters have increased too, issuing a bad crash.

Frightened drove off in a yellow- faced " Brokeback sun" to a single settlement in the vicinity. Only fifty or sixty miles, and can be for their own " green" to hear tales of local two- headed bears, pigs and six- fingered chetyrehglazyh hens. One - experience a long memory, the other - one week binge.

Everyone is happy. People living in the suburbs, not many knew about the camp, thought he was a cursed place and passed it by. Here, almost nobody ever goes. Radiation - a terrible friend. With an I only had a sleeping bag and a backpack with the bare essentials.

Flashlight, hunting knife, a compass, a few packs of cigarettes, two packets of milk, canned meat . . . The naive idea of milk as significantly reduces the radiation effect on my fragile body, calmed slightly shattered nervous system. I knew that the local background radiation will not cause serious harm if placed in a zone of no more than four days and avoid the so- called " critical points" , ie water " tanks, buildings factory overtime, open mouths of the mines, mountains of waste ore . . .

Ill live long and happy life, even othvachu decent dose . . . . . .

Difficult to understand myself when deliberately go into the thick.

Do not know why? Far to the left from the main road, making our way through impassable thickets, started the camp . . .

The first day of meaningless wanderings from cultivated gardens as the hills was a little entertaining. Shoes prisoners, carved out of tires, a lot of shoes. Very much. Figured tenderloin. Especially convenient to go to the gums at minus 50 C.

Recommend.

Cuttings of spades all calibres, stove, " stove" - the advantage of the guards, some rags, scraps of various documents, cartridge cases, human bones . . . I went through almost the entire range of " strict regime" was on the remains of weather stations, attended the " Women sector" Barracks soldier and officer corps . . . The air here was very different, deathly silence . . .

He instilled fear . . . The worst air only in Pripyat.

Depression that gripped every inch of the body, give birth shudder when I came out of his first band. . . . Shiver forever pierced with sharp claws, after participating in a failed expedition to the remains of Chernobyl sarcophagus and place of the second explosion. However, it was much later . . . Leaving the road, I spread my sleeping bag near the curb and asleep.

I did not care that tens of kilometers of single living human soul, or that I, for example, will gobble up some man- eating bear.

Occasionally, passing trucks, which for a moment lit up the distant headlights place to stay, I did not hear. So fast asleep . . .

The second and third days were also not observed anything remarkable, unless the loss of a lantern. I am desperate to find answers to the question: what am I doing here?

Deciding to further explore the neighborhood, for finding the unknown buildings, walked inland beyond the " strict regime" .

Walked for about an hour. Ostrogolovuyu crossed the hill, went down with quite a steep ledge of rock, pondering the meaning of life and need a hot shower. Suddenly stumbled, twisted his leg and rolled headlong down the rocks. Lost consciousness.

Waking from a terrible pain in the back, sat down on his knees, rolling his head back. Broke his nose, knocked out a front tooth, ll take lip, left eyebrow, chin.

A long time to recover. His head throbbing from a strong blow, though I it a run, drove a long- legged boots kicker, when I was in a position gatherer roots.

Somehow I was able to provide just that.

A branch of creeping over the face looked like a broken leg huge bear, sensing the fresh blood. I could not focus on it my eyesight, everything was like a fog.

Severe concussion. Thus passed twenty minutes. I was still unable to lower his head, but already knew that did not sit on the ground, on some flat metal object . . . The wing of a small transport aircraft . . . . . .

Not many people know about the cost of care of the Allied Coalition Council during the bloodiest wars of the twentieth century.

Everything was donated? Stories for simpletons.

For equipment, weapons, ammunition, medicines and other urgent at the time the goods, the Soviet Union paid the pristine gold bullion . . .

Mostly, it goes to the U.

S. .

From the Ural Mountains, through the floor of the country by air endless caravans of gold in the party was directed to the shores of Alaska, rolling in the precious rain on the whole route. How many transports failed, on the way due to technical problems, bad weather and other factors, it is difficult to even imagine. Secrecy of operations at the highest levels on the details of a limited circle of persons excluded any possibility open to search for the goods.

Something found, something not. Chances of detecting absolutely everything that was lost, vanish . . . . . .

This treasure . . . I could easily buy that kind of money on a small island somewhere in the Atlantic, to wallow in the warmth of the sand, covered with a shade of palm trees, sipping a cocktail while enjoying the serenity of flowing life . . . That I was not inspired as the rest of the idea of such a plan. Knocking castles from the first box, seeing the glitter of yellowish- whitish bricks - I understood everything at once: the purpose and assigned me a niche in this world, eternity and depth of feeling of the inevitability of death awaits . . .

Alchemy - The complex science that requires, above all, the presence of nehily mind, financial investment and good luck. If with all this full order - get your gold. The final product is characterized by the return of reusable material component of this formula than actively had to do . . . . . . 11 April 2006 I was 25 years old. - Where?

Stopped.

Pause.

Forever. Can you hear me? There was no one. None. None.