Vasily and the night

    July was in full swing, and nothing foreshadowed disaster, except for a dim and very smoky moon. At first, Vasily did not even pay attention to her until a mosquito bit his left ear. Cursing dirtyly, he continued his difficult journey. The path should be noticed that ran through the thorns of the bushes, turned into a cemetery, crossed a ravine, about which there were many legends among local children and elderly women of advanced age. Vasily overcame the thorns with Susanin’s quickness, the alcohol in the blood made itself felt. Having fallen on stones, he only remembered a couple of emphatic deities and went on. Along the way, a couple of times bumping his forehead against the earth, he again remembered magical creatures, but that’s all a saying. Still from afar, having noticed the lights of the round-the-clock GLAVSELSPIRTTORG, Vasily added at a pace.The saleswoman Maroussia, handing a bag of checkered bread and a loaf of bread, remembered the god in sua and, since she had to sit there all night, and incredible sadness rolled over, tried to talk our valiant friend with a fable about a werewolf without shoulder straps, but with teeth and wool on end. Basil only mumbled something slurred in response and left, moving on to all fours. On the way back, the moon was still looking from the sky as before, and was making faces at a newly-emerged salad who wanted to relieve itself under the cover of darkness of a belated guest. Going down to the ravine, Vasily sat on a stump, under the noise of a brook flowing over pebbles. Having poured all the vodka in one gulp and bit off the floor of the loaf, Vasily glanced at his watch. The dial refused to work. Instead of time, he showed a black spot in the middle of his hand. Observing the moon for poor reflection of light, Vasily glanced at it again. The moon has become somehow larger. It was alcohol acting, it was impossible to understand the roofing felts - it was impossible to understand, and laziness in such an alcohol hour prevailed, and Vasily, twisting his arms around him, hugged a stump and fell asleep.

    Night is the 14th day, Saturday, about three hours local time. Vasya woke up from blows to the drums, some hooting, and dances of some informal group of guys nearby. The usual rite for this village, through which every teenager passed, was in full swing. On the big stone, with the blood of a wolf, a pentagram was drawn, ends up, in the middle lay a freshly caught wriggling virgin, which, according to tradition, if the canons had not changed in the 15 years that had already passed with Vasina's initialization, they pulled her out of bed in the neighboring village of “Corners”. But something pushed Vasily from this fun and cheerful ceremony, in which each traveler was poured a hundred grams. There was something sinister here. The roofing felts virgin wriggled unusually, roofing felts guys did something wrong, but some kind of evil pervaded this ritual. Looking at the dances and finally waking up, Vasya realized that one hundred grams is not superfluous, and went to the crowd. And only then he realized that it was not right - the blood was not wolf, but that girl who lay naked on a stone. She just didn’t have enough of the hand that the dog was gnawing nearby, and it was with this severed arm that the children drew a pentagram ... Of course, times are changing, maybe the rules of the ritual have changed, but there was something wild and repulsive here. I still wanted vodka, but it became atrociously curious what would happen next, and Vasya hid in the bushes and began to watch. and it was with this severed hand that the children drew the pentagram ... Of course, times are changing, maybe the rules of the ritual have changed, but there was something wild and rejecting here. I still wanted vodka, but it became atrociously curious what would happen next, and Vasya hid in the bushes and began to watch. and it was with this severed hand that the children drew the pentagram ... Of course, times are changing, maybe the rules of the ritual have changed, but there was something wild and rejecting here. I still wanted vodka, but it became atrociously curious what would happen next, and Vasya hid in the bushes and began to watch.

    Three guys in robes, with long dreda under the hoods surrounded the captive, who was not wriggling so much (apparently already used to the pain due to the lost arm). The one that was in the center gently ran a scalpel along the left chest and blood was flowing from it. This procedure is not sick, but very indicative, and having one of the key meanings in the ritual. Next, the scalpel was dipped in a glass of alcohol and passed around in a circle. When the scalpel fell into someone’s hands, he made himself a small section of a vein, and laid his hand on a cast-iron tub. Previously, a virgin was turned on her stomach and a vat was substituted under her. Today, the technology has become more progressive, and taking a long tube, the central one, sucked a little blood from the cut and dipped the tube into the tub ... the communicating vessels were thought up very progressively, thought Vasily. This procedure marks the eternal brotherhood of the members of the ritual, and the addition of innocent blood only tightens these bonds. Seeing that everything is happening in principle, more or less routine, Vasily began to approach.

    But then an unimaginable and new phenomenon occurred - the central put his hand on the girl’s chest, and began to spread her flesh and penetrate inside. She yelled in a matter of seconds, but after a moment her eyes went out ... he tore out his heart. It was a pity for the girl, and Vasily understood that the guys arbitrarily changed the ritual.

    The heart was drowned in a vat of blood. For a degree, a Russian standard bottle of vodka was poured there, and for taste they threw a dill and a little pepper. Also, a little fried pork meat and carrots with cucumbers were added there, after which they began to stir the stew on a slow fire, given by three candles under the pot.

    Basil approached just at that moment when the warm soup was poured on plates.
    Guys, for the road would be - Vasily growled. He growled not because he was angry or offended by the whole world, but because his voice was planted yesterday with the cries of songs with Dmitry and Anton, to the sincere howl of Anyuta. The glorious company burned eyes, and hair began to rise. At the main thing, that in the center, they climbed to such an extent that they crawled out from under the hood, and plopping to the ground, crawled in an unknown direction. It should be noted that those who passed the initialization are young, who have not yet passed, or who are just passing through, are extremely respected, and this has always been and will be. Of course, they poured vodka, and by tradition they suggested adding their own blood to the solution, and then tasting the soup together. Vasya wanted to eat, not to eat, namely to eat, and naturally agreed to the offer.

    The stew was not ordinary, the heart still sometimes contracted, giving its life force to the children. His eyes dimmed, and darkness shook his head. Outwardly, light poured from his eyes. At these moments, the soul, and the whole etheric essence, experiences an unprecedented surge of power, passing from an innocent soul, and uniting the brotherhood into one. Only in this case the innocent soul did not share power, but was completely absorbed and chewed by our four. The devouring of the soul causes strong disturbances in the bioenergy and magnetic field for many hundreds of kilometers. Moreover, the action extends not only in space but also in time. Coming out of oblivion, the four saw the flaming moon approaching them, but it was too late ...


    Historical note:
    The ancient chronicle, written probably during the creation of the world, says that once the moon collapsed and covered the forest with itself in the cradle of the world. This, of course, is a transfer of meaning, in the original the words “izhi”, “kaby”, “zep zhana”, “thicket with beast” are used there. And it was like that. Nothing left. The moon fell strictly on the forest, betraying many animals and woodpeckers. The impact was a point, and caused the separation of approximately the same piece of matter on the other side of the planet. This piece later became a satellite. The rise of civilization, which understood the principle of the transmigration of souls, integral calculus and bioenergy with bioengineering, was destroyed. Together with all civilization. The earth shuddered. Centuries fell flakes of nuclear snow. No one survived. Only worms in the earth, and biobots that have developed and multiplied after millennia. Biobots having lost their hosts, began to select the remaining species of life. So it turned out an empire of large worms that grew limbs, developed the senses.


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