Erotic etude 22

"Hello, my dear ...
Well, I took a thousand years after your last letter. The world must have been numerous events during this time. Someone's child, born on the day when you put a point on a piece of paper, already running around the floor, knocking his heels toy. But I do not really care. My love for you is closed from the rest of the world amber haze, in which it is difficult to breathe, but life is long.
I became another thousand years closer to the day when I can hold you to my breast. And we will be together again - this time for good.
You're asking to tell about themselves. This is - a sad story. Days executioner scary and sleepless nights. Just the thought that I comrades cleanse this world of filth, helps me to stay on my feet. Screaming, blood, interrogations - that some simple decoration of my present existence. And this scum of the human race, with which we nyankatsya from morning till night, depriving me of the opportunity to see you, pressed her cheek to your blond head, sit with you on the bench, watching the setting sun ...
I hate them for it, I'm doing my duty with great zeal. The captain promised me to increase the rank of special services. For you and me it means that you can soon get, finally, his own house. You've already figured out what color we are the wallpaper in the bedroom? Not pink, I beg, not pink ...
For some time I began to hate all shades of red.
Yesterday to me for questioning led one of the most dangerous spies. If I did not know who she was, I would have succumbed to the charms of her country. It is difficult to say how it looked before. Little remains of its former appearance now, but she kept surprising, this is doomed to heel snake.
We questioned her alone, and my partner, whom I have already quietly starting to hate overdone to begin with. I will not describe to you the horrors, they get up, I can only say that there is no pain and this humiliation, which he would not have made her experience in these long two hours. We were led, though torn, but the man carried the same wheezing bloody rubbish ... And my colleague, I will not name him, washed his hands in a dirty rusty sink. As if the state-owned cheap soap is able to cope with these spots!
My companion - a true master of his craft ... In the work, he uses ancient tools made them a receipt from the museum. I'll tell you a secret, that one form of these creatures of someone's madness can cause fear. And use them to their destination and do not be described.
I looked at what was left of that ... creature, and could not believe my eyes. What a perfect shell capable of receiving the evil! Crumpled and downtrodden, she managed to keep the grace of movement, a quiet power in his eyes. Even his humiliating nudity, this ... this witch presented in such a way that I wanted to turn away, not to cry with pity ... However, brute beasts with which I have to work, it made quite a different impression ...
One strange thing bothers me ... But, well ...
Sometimes I dream our house. It is also not in the world, but for me it has opened its doors. My feeling exhausted resting there, disembodied in a rocking chair, overlooking the sunset ... No, better at dawn. Sunsets are too red ... and you're still awake, in a silk cocoon sheets without five minutes a moth ... I turned away from the window, I look amuse your face, touch the mole on his cheek ...
Imagine, our ward also has a birthmark! But where, and you - in the middle "great tear way"As you and I jokingly dubbed him ... And in fact someone was kissing her, this mole, and more than once ... Now it does not see under the blood, but a tear sometimes washes her as a gold grain of sand out of the mud ... although it would be better she did not ...
I can not say that I'm sorry ... this woman. We are only too well taught to hate them, to avoid doubt today. But her uncanny resemblance to you makes me constantly remember you our secret world, which we always hid, first - from adults, then - from children ... Save only her eyes. They do not look like yours - the wide-open as a window towards the sun ... She they are loopholes, dangerous and predatory narrowed. One, however, is quite swollen ... I do not think he had a chance to see the light again. He winked as if someone, and stayed closed. The second was in focus is aimed at me as if it was I and not my odious companion, was the cause of her suffering.
It is strange that the good and evil forces are able to choose for themselves as similar vessels ... Your angelic purity and its diabolical dirt lodged in the bodies that could pass for a specular reflection, being placed next to ...
It is a pity that I did not hear her voice. It's important for me. Very important. For me it is more important than anything in the world ... I have to make sure that this voice is not ...
(Three lines crossed out)
What a stupid letter goes. Of course, I would never send him. As with the previous ten. Forgive me, dear man, but my barking from the cave should not be heard by anyone except other dogs and their terrible production. And the fact that I can not remain silent and izvozhu sheet by sheet of official paper - let's consider this my voluntary confession ...
And now I have to go back to work. Lunch break is over, hear the cries of the cameras again. We are here to serve zealously adopted, and a five-minute delay can be perceived as criminal negligence ...
And I have, besides, there is an important thing ... I need to hear her voice. Now. Immediately. As long as my partner is not disfigured her vocal cords. There is still a chance to make sure that ... (crossed out)
And you have to wait quite a bit. My answer will come to you when the imaginary boy, born simultaneously with your letter, the first time that be say.
(Crossed-out line)
After all, he says? Stand Up? Well, at least one word ..."
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Extract from case # 007724376.
"... The name of the letter recipient could not be established. Name # 008014445 concluded, first recorded with her testimony, was also unable to confirm or deny. Lieutenant N did not leave the other entries for judging the reasons for his suicide ...

Inmate # 008014445 was taken to hospital, where she died from gunshot wounds, not saying a word. Special signs were found not her body. We should also point out that the birthmark is described in a letter to the prisoner's face never existed ..."
© Mr. Kiss, one hundred fragments of feelings, 1998-1999

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