The Ends! Well, Remove Underwear, Scatter Feet, Better

The ends! Well, remove underwear, scatter feet, better voluntary. Well! In its burning eyes, in the deformed person there was nothing human I understood only that it was already behind a reason side. Saw, but my consciousness was absent, it has been paralysed by a knife which has drawn near closely my neck: all it occurred not here and not to me! But it was here, and I sat there and then! Children slept behind a wall, Egor, for certain, already went home, and I here. It cannot be! The rough hand suffices me for hair, unbends a head, sharpening slightly presses through a skin on a neck, the fetid mouth sticks into my lips. We were tumbled down on a carpet. Convulsively, rigidly, as the tick, it has seized me and the left hand below, without cleaning during too time from a throat sharpening. And it is tested by me, proud Athena-Artemis?!. - You not the person, - have croaked I. Further all was in a fog, memory washing I have not kept clear details, as suddenly in this disgusting smelly fuss its shrill groan: - There is nothing than! - and plaintive shout: - There is nothing than! There is nothing than! As so.