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Dad, Mom, cut off my head, I can no longer tolerate this boli.Ya cried and woke up the entire adhesive in sweat. Lord, again, the dream did not give me rest. It is now almost six months since my wife and I buried our five-year daughter. Hellish pain, severing her brain, were the consequence of malignant tumors. What happened then, I remember vividly at times, at times vague. We are with my wife (the former) on duty in the neurosurgical department days and nights. Daddy, mammy, otru. my head.

how painful! The doctors did all that could, medicines are not helping. Photos encephalogram showed that the metastases completely destroyed her brain. O Lord! - Rydala my wife. - Why is it so suffering! I already had no power to cry, I was in non trans. Hush! It usnula. Sbegay to the store and buy her something to drink. The store I bought two bottles and narzana rushed to the clinic. From the central corps of Neurosurgery, pale as fog, got my wife. Lips her character was. Everything.Everything.

She died. Bottles with narzanom vyskolznuli out of my hands and if the bomb exploded, banged on the stone steps leading into the office. The body of our girls have just taken in the morgue - character was her husband. - All. To me fairly. Go to the office morgue himself. It mahnula hand and pokachivayas, moved out of a clinical campus. However, go to the morgue for the body of our daughter, I could only the next day. When I went into the morgue in the nostrils smell hit me formalin and moisture.

Two guards drank, herbs jokes. At one of the breakout tables lay the body of my daughter’s cranium was raspilena, dark-gray brain that jelly, almost vyvalilsya from it. Next on the table lay Nickel-plated patologoanatomicheskaya saw. All zadrozhalo in my eyes and grab by the throat, I collapsed on the floor. What was next? I am paranoid in a position to a psihushku. The only thing I remember before I took were some white gowns, stains, like blood, and ringing saws, which broke out of my hands.

I lay in a psychiatric clinic five and a half months. Initially, I neyroleptikami stuff, then antidepressants, finally used atropinovye shocks (a very unpleasant thing). Sometimes I talked to the doctors. I was so bad that I barely answered questions posed by doctors. How do you feel? Nor-boys-no. You remember that happened to you? No. Snyatsya you nightmares? Yes, of course. I have before my eyes all the time, stood raspilennaya head of my girls. You remember thatone of the nurses morgue, you broke the nose? I accept that possibility.

Okay, go. Rather, doctors and you vypishut. After consultation I have been preparing for discharge. I have the form of paranoid schizophrenia and gave the second group. One was not bad. dreams nightmares related to my daughter, no longer torment me. Dreams, which successfully my consciousness, were afraid, bright. Girls fondeling mature tits how wet pussy yulkina. rushaschiesya building some ancient cities, dead bodies of people who swam in a blue airborne, volant rvanye clouds across the sky, crying bloody downpours, the giant peaks of mountains, which I climb, and constantly falling fathomless to divide mirrored palaces - AUDIO, acute, flow in the moonlight most incredible colors.

Before issuing doctor handed me a short note from my wife. Wife wrote. Please forgive me, but after what happened, we can no longer meet. And then I live a very nice man… if I needed you, here’s my phone number - 26-73-25. Going from hospital, I felt that lose control ofthemselves.

A wave of hatred swept me. Bitch! And by the bitch! Dear reader! It is turn back to where I started. Nightmarish dream made me jump out of bed. It started again! My girl prisnilas me again. O God! I really seriously ill. Ignoring warnings doctors, I poured myself polstakana brandy, drank. And vzdrognul, because the door has phoned. Strangely, since I took this squalid apartment, I was never visited. I opened the door, the person I hit glacial winds of winter. Over the door no one was.

I have carefully looked snow near the entrance, fluffy snow was virginity, no traces were missing. Do my door lay mailing envelope, which was launched copperplate me. Black pencil. The sender address on the envelope was absent. Incidentally, I was very brilliant writing. But all the same. What would it mean? I put them on the desk and opened his envelope. Lord, except for a white sheet of paper and something dark, I did not find anything there. I took out a magnifying glass desk drawer, then walked to the window and took seen a black zigzag on a white sheet of paper.

My heart collapsed in the heel when I saw the hair in a magnifying glass bonded to the paper clotted blood. Not aware, I spent on it fingers moistened with saliva. Bright flash muddy my consciousness. red hair was lighter, like my own. I ran to Pochat from the neck of the bottle and finished it to the floor. Then swallowed a full package rodedorma and collapsed on the bed. Before the cut, I read Our Father.

I saw a dream. I for some reason, it seemed that mogilku our daughter who is excavated, and that someone sends me envelopes with her hair. To verify the accuracy of its assumptions, I went to the cemetery. long wandered among the monuments and finally found the grave of a daughter. All remained in their seats, even the white fluffy snow that covers the tomb was not disturb. And suddenly I felt that behind me someone is watching. I sharply turned head. a few meters from me stood a dark figure higher.

I could not examine in detail her face. I only saw clearly allocated on a gray background enormous delicate eyes. I slept almost daily, showed seven hours of the evening. Pokachivayas, I climbed out of bed again sat at the table, gave up his papers, put in stakanchik few blacks, desperately cloistered pencils. I accidentally pushed the table scissors. When I reached for them, he felt a nagging pain in his hand. Again, was a dramatic call. Just do not poskolznuvshis a wet rag, which served to protiraniya furniture, I rushed to open.

Under his feet lay exactly the same envelope without a return address. Everything was the same as last time. I was feverishly speculate. 1) Who and what is needed. 2) How dostavschik not leave traces in the snow? And then I remembered the note, which referred me to my dear wife. Finding it, I began to learn calligraphy. By the way will be said that our handwriting was so similar that even graphology struck by their similarity. But the way it did? Podsylala his guardian angel, who, without touching the snow, lay down a message under my door and also Uletaju unnoticed? No, this is a delusion.

The only thing that made me alert, was her phone number. Odevshis, I went out into the street, approached the machines won its figures numbers written in black pencil. In the beginning there was a lengthy pause. Then the voice of my wife. Hello, this is you, dear! You have an operation today? You know, my husband crazy, there is no news.

In my opinion, we all turned out. I threw the phone. Got! Got! So-so. Looking at his watch and sky at night, I have no doubt that the fellow was a surgeon who does the operation of my dochurke. Mature orgasms clips picnic. And now he is preparing for the next. Once in the office of Neurosurgery, I nakinul white gown, which was hanging in nursing, and went into the operating. To my happiness, hateful doktorishka nearly collided with me. About God. you doing here? - His face was astounding. - I have 15 minutes of complex operations.

I draw smiled politely and said that just called his favorite, and she asked orally to send him something very important. Nothing do not understand! - Throat surgeon. We are bypassing the medical staff, entered the operatsionnuyu.Tak here - I smiled - your bitch, told to convey to you that you are today sdohnesh! Not allowing him to come to, I like anything sadanul him between the eyes. Legs neurosurgeon knee, and he had a sack, donkey on the floor surgical Cabinet. Punched him several times in the head, I put it on the operating table, reinforced belts, kerf operational coverage.

By tsirkulyarnuyu saw, I pressed the button to start and clutch doctor palm companies. Dr. zahripel, his eyes sunset, saw squeal like crazy. Here’s to you for my daughter! - Prorychal me. And gear circularity tool became a brain doctor. All sides flew splash of blood and brain meal. In doing its work, not turned off saws, I opened the window and jumped out operatsionnoyI again they mastered delirium.

He sat in his house for a desk. Before him lay a few postal envelopes and carefully narezannaya paper. His index finger nyl of the wounds made by razor blades. He put forward a desk drawer and pull out plastic bags with strands of hair of his daughter, which he kept as a mascot. Tweezers, he learned from one of the package hairs, dunk it in their blood and carefully prikleil his white sheet. Next up a pencil and his copperplate stressed withdrew his address on t he envelope. After that raspahnul door, threw an envelope on the snow and was horrified pressed the button door zvonka.Gospodi! Again! - Probormotal he said. From his throat flew savage war.

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