clean linen, Veronica has switched off a small night lamp on a little table near a bed and has more deeply buried in bed.
But she could not fall asleep.
Veronica laid on a bed with eyes open wide, looking in the darkness which has shrouded her from different sides. So, appear, has passed eternity. And during this
moment the soft and quiet man''s
voice similar more likely on a rustle of foliage whence was heard: «...
The end to your tortures will soon come...». Veronica should jump as scalded, but it has not happened.
She expected something like that and consequently has felt neither fear, nor excitement.
She has expected for SOMETHING that would change her life for a so long time... And, at last, she has heard this voice... It as if started with depth of an empty bedroom. All her essence caught at this voice as drowning catches at a lifebuoy ring.
Today it has rescued her... It was all she knew.
Veronica listened attentively to silence, but the voice has not repeated any more. Still for a long time she laid without movement, peering into darkness, but nothing more has taken place. And then the common sense gradually started to suppress just appeared weak hope which has arisen in her. It was broken about an idea that there is no place to a miracle in the real world. Voice which has suddenly appeared whence inside her repeated: «
it seemed to you... You have simply dozed off... Other explanation cannot be... You know it... ». However Veronica’s belief in a miracle in that moment was so strong, that she desperately struggled with this voice, repeating again and again: «
I have not gone mad. And I did not sleep. I clearly heard this voice. I HAVE not gone MAD!!! ». But the laughter and a steel voice inside her spoke: «
There was nothing. You know that just trying to deceive yourself. Leave children''s dreams. Tomorrow you have to go to work - think about it. There was NOTHING... »
The voice did not leave her alone: «
…you just deceive yourself. There was nothing... N O T H I N G…». The voice sounded inside her, pulsed in a head, knocked in temples. It seemed the head will simply break up... Veronica could not bear this torture any more. She has jumped from a bed and, seeing nothing in darkness, has at random rushed to the first-aid set in a bathing room. Hands shivered and she hardly could grope in darkness the switch and press it. At last, she managed to find it.
Bright flash of light stroked on eyes, and Veronica has cried from a pain. Her body bent, legs were knocked down and she began to fall on a floor, convulsively catching hands for air that though somehow to keep balance. But nothing has rescued her during that moment from falling, and her body has not still had touched a floor as she was blinded with the second flash of bright light proceeding obviously not from a bulb in a bath... Veronica’s eyes have closed by themselves, and during this moment she has felt, as somebody’s strong hand has seized her...
She has opened her eyes and with surprise has found out, that sits in an armchair of any strange flying device. Her one hand lay on a steering wheel, and the second was kept with a hand of the man, sitting near to her in the same armchair. His second hand has been extended forward. She has transferred there a sight and was horrified. Through glass of a cabin of the pilot she has seen as the strange subjects flying directly on them with monstrous speed and which, appear, still second - and will run into them, have started to blow up. First one flash… At once after it - the second… About ten… Still… And still... At last these flashes have turned to one continuous huge fiery sphere to which they inevitably came nearerreckless speed. The fear has reflected on her face. She has transferred a sight at the man, trying to understand who he was. On his nice face she has seen the dark red bandage closing his eyes. Thin streamlets of blood flew down his face. Here and there it was already baked.
« Who is this person? », - wondered Veronica. « What happened to him?... ».
And suddenly she has understood...
No. She
has felt. Has felt
HOW STRONG IS HER LOVE FOR THIS MAN. This feeling has captured all her body - from a head up to fingers tips. A shiver has run on her body. « My God, how much I love him... » - this phrase was carried by in her head with each impact of her heart. All questions and fears have faded into the background.
The MAIN THING IS THAT SHE HAS BEEN LET TO STAY WITH HIM AGAIN... And during this moment her hand, strong having seized a