My Decision Was Clear And Rigid: If This

My decision was clear and rigid: if this catastrophically accruing feeling to assimilate to an inflammation which did not manage to be suppressed make-shifts are necessary abrupt, emergency measures on radical healing. Here I do not know, to what them to compare: with phlegmon opening not to lose all hand, and can be, and with hand amputation not to lose a life. To put it briefly, passively to expect development of an inflammation till an unpredictable outcome it was not necessary any more, further to exhaust inside meant or to move a mind, or, as they say, to cast away hoofs. At twenty o'clock I faced to its door. Hardly I have raised a hand to press a call, the door was dissolved - Alevtina, losing itself and choking, watched, standing up for it, steps on a ladder platform. I have entered, and it with the muffled groan has hung at me on a neck. I have embraced her. It has nestled, no, was pressed in me entirely - from knees to a breast, and continued to squeeze. Its movements were involuntary, breath speeded up, and was not in the force world to tear off it from me.