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It happened to everyone to wake up among night from the nightmare born by Death. Everyone is afraid to face Death of an eye in eyes. It is not groundless. Death phantoms are live. They - generations of our conscience, our fear, our dreams. Ourselves produce them and we multiply … and then we try to run. To what? It is necessary to learn to live with thought on Death - it has hidden in each of us.

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Vasilisa

Here to you when a name "Vasilisa" speak, you whom represent yourselves? Correctly. Russian beauty with a thick plait and ruddy cheeks. Thus such clear head and the magician – already the spirit grasps. Because also to a hedgehog it is clear – Vasilisa it after all Wise.

And Vasilisa, the laboratorian on chair of chemistry of Gorki state university, was strashnenkoj. And not the wise. As if would be clever and could arrive itself in university, for what would not go to be poisoned with chemical reactants for ridiculous money.

About that neither beauty, nor mind in it is not present, her in the childhood have told. Parents, schoolmates, girlfriends. And it was accustomed on a question «what is your name?» To answer "Vaskoj". That associations unnecessary not to call. Though as the nobility if this "Vaska" to it since the childhood has not become attached, can, and would outgrow. Has turned in due course to the nice girl. And so – the boy the boy. Angular, with a short hairstyle, superfluous vegetation on the person and a body. And as with all it to struggle Vasilisa did not know, and could not ask — hesitated.

Therefore a vein as the mouse in podpole. Silently. Imperceptibly. Only at night the perfect prince sometimes dreamt it. But she always from it hid and escaped. Was afraid, that if he will want suddenly it to kiss, will make out black hairs over an upper lip, and will decide to stroke — and will grope, what it not the such. After these dreams Vasilisa always woke up with wet eyes. Already in a dream started to cry that, is visible, on a sort to it it is written all life from all to disappear. And to be one.

And the prince had quite recognised lines. And to the improbable was similar to one professor from chair where Vaska worked as the laboratorian. Elderly already. With a stomach. But with improbably naughty young eyes and crowd of enthusiastic post-graduate students. Any did not remain with it without protection. Where could not – diligently helped, where were not able — wrote for them the whole chapters. And they paid to it in love. And, probably, in direct, instead of figurative sense of this word. But Vaska precisely did not know. And from cathedral gossips gloomy waved away and even with another a mouth sometimes stopped up. Whether a little – will tell mucks about the person. A management will reach, and above will take measures. Reorganisation then just began. So the proof socialist habit to regulate private life of employees was not gone anywhere.

Professors called Anatoly Stepanovich. Also there was it improbably clever and talented person. Vaska knew: more often practice for it helped to prepare. On public principles. For the sake of art and own liking. Because Zojka, its own laboratorian, was terribly harmful and lazy. Could not come in general on job. Or half of necessary reactants from a warehouse not to take away. And he of anything – excused. Only said, that «all is last time. I will expel». Also did not expel.

So Vaska also worked the second year. On chair it liked for compulsion and diligence. Even, probably, respected. But in university, at least on correspondence or evening branch to arrive while nobody offered. And itself Vaska on this conversation did not dare – was not able to ask.

On chair prepared for March, eighth. Laboratorians have distributed among themselves who bakes what pies, teachers - who wine buys, and who cognac. And Vaska it is firm for itself has decided, that on "tea drinking" in honour of a women's day will necessarily talk with Managing chair. And in advance has started to worry.

Has bought a celebratory dress. Though anybody on chair about its this day in what, except trousers and faceless polo-necks did not see. It was trained with mum's cosmetics – at first itself. It has turned out not so. Has then got in a news-stand a bale of fashionable magazines and has sat down over research experiment. The result has surprised even her. From a mirror the unfamiliar young lady – nice, with bright dark blue eyes looked.

 There was a main problem. How to get rid of superfluous hair. And if sleeves at a dress were long and everything, that is unnecessary hid, the hem reached only knees. And through stockings looked through terrible dark thickets. Vaska a foot did not shave – went only in trousers. Her mother once when to it was years thirteen, behind this employment has found, and so has abused, that the fear remained for all life. Especially from words «if you will shave, you will become hairy as a bear». Now Vaska has heaved a deep sigh, has thought, that it and so already «as a bear» and has armed with the fatherly machine tool. Business has been made.

On chair when it have seen, were dumbfounded. And persons at all were extended, following the fallen bottom jaws so, as Vaska not at once the friends has learnt.

-Vasilisa Egorovna, it you? – Just in case whisper has asked Zojka. For all cathedral holidays, unlike employment, it for some reason was under the schedule, even before the appointed term.

-Was finally. – has answered Vaska and has densely reddened.

-Shine! – Zoe has praised. – always so go – to you goes.

Vasilisa sidewise has made the way in laborantskuju, has got from a bag pies and has started to set the table together with all. In half an hour waited teaching structure.

The man's half of chair has presented to ladies flowers and simple gifts. The manager has told a congratulatory word and all settle grandly. But only settle grandly. And have then drunk, as follows – and allow to behave in a queer way. Professors told obscene jokes, senior lecturers – added, assistants with laboratorians amicably and cheerfully laughed. Vasilisa so for a morning iznervnichalas, that from the first wine-glass has got drunk. And here still the tape recorder was brought whence also by dances have arranged. About study Vaska and has not asked – all for a case approaching waited. But Anatoly Stepanovich has invited her to dance. And here Vaska with happiness has lost last mind. And the professor has hugged her and turned, turned, turned. Compliments has told so many that Vaska has languished and endlessly silly smiled. The beauty named. Has asked, paternal she does not study. Vaska also has told. And Stepanovich it is serious so has declared, that such perfect and modest girl should be helped. It necessarily will help. Vaska was on the top of the world with happiness. Who could think, that for one evening all dreams which to rest did not give two years to it will come true at once.

And then, when all have dispersed, somehow so left, that Vasilisa and Anatoly Stepanovich there were on chair one. It has locked a door in laborantskuju and has started to kiss. Impatiently. Persistently. Even it is sick. Vasilisa did not resist. She died of delight and only for an instant has slipped in a head thought, that on any corporal defects in it Anatoly Stepanovich has not turned attention. Then it has tried to raise to it a hem, not ceasing to kiss. But Vaska has firmly pressed his hands and did not let in. Anatoly Stepanovich was not appeased – ironed, indulged, caressed. While Vaska has not felt such delightful and damp excitation that has not grown dim in a head and it was not thought «and be gone it all propadom». The professor has got to it hands under a skirt and has voluptuously moaned. Has pressed down all body to old, zanozistomu, to a desk of the senior laboratorian and has started to unbutton a fly. Vaska laid, postanyvaja under its kisses. And it, having been in time already to lower a little trousers, has suddenly gone into eyes, has seized for heart and air widely opened mouth began to suffice convulsively. Vaska has goggled and has cried. In an empty building of university nobody heard it. And in a second all was over. The professor has become soft directly on it. Has knocked down in improbable weight and has stiffened.

Vasku has captured panic fear. She heart-rendingly shouted. Called to the aid. Has then calmed down — has presented, that for it waits, if them and so here will find.

From under Anatoly Stepanovicha Vaska crept out, wet as the mouse which is shaking with fear and shame. On being released cunningly kind one and a half hour. The professor remained to lay on a table the person downwards. Feet are bent, trousers with cowards dangle on ankles. Vasilisa, breaking into tears, shivering all body, has tried to correct. Has pulled trousers as could, but it was not possible to clasp a fly. Fingers did not cope with "lightning" on the drooped immense stomach. Has not kept, trousers have again slipped on a floor. To remain longer alone with corpse Vasilisa could not. It has nervously shaken off with damp palms the spoilt and broken off dress, has seized a coat. And, from fifth time having got to a keyhole, has closed laborantskuju. Has rushed to run, hardly distinguishing familiar university corridors through a damp veil.

Anatoly Stepanovicha buried all faculty. Took out directly from a university building – the wife, with which at it and so, probably, was not got on, has refused to take away a body home. Has learnt from someone, in what kind it have found. Yes, actually, all university already discussed this terrible history. Not clear there was only one. With whom the professor was going to to have a good time, and because of what such woman its highly experienced heart has not sustained and has given failure. But the secret and remained secret.

On a cemetery was going to to many people. All with strict expression and obstinate bewilderment on the person. Women bashfully hid in the eye earth. Muzhiks from time to time whether reproachfully, whether with secret envy swung a head. Anybody, even the adult twenty five years' professorial daughter, has not uttered teardrops. Only Vaska, dressed, as always, in black trousers, a black polo-neck and the shabby coat, roared as beluga, having hidden for backs following to the grave. Long roared and it is inconsolable.

In university it and has not arrived. And with the termination of academic year has left laboratorians of chair of chemistry.   

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