An unwelcome guest. unwanted guest

Everyone knows how obnoxious people can be when they come into a house uninvited. In such cases, a conspiracy from uninvited guests will always help. There are many such rituals, and they all work perfectly. It is easy to drive a person away from home if you take advice from experts. Otherwise, with unnecessary delicacy, you will have to suffer for a long time from burdensome visitors.

Conspiracies will help to drive away unwanted guests from the house

Unwanted guests tend to come at the most inopportune moment. They annoy with their arrogance and impudence, put the owners in an awkward position and force them to abandon their own plans. It can be extremely difficult to get them out, so it's much easier to make sure that they no longer have the desire to show up uninvited.

Our grandmothers knew perfectly well how to drive away an unwanted person from the house quickly to salt or water. Wise women knew how to do this well, without offending anyone with cunning manipulations and without saying anything to an unpleasant guest. Many rituals and incantations have survived to this day and can be successfully used for independent rituals at home.

Conspiracy for water

You need to be patient and wait until the annoying guest deigns to leave. Then you need to take a bowl of water and say the words three times in a row:

“Just as this water does not return to my house, so the hand (say the name of the intruder) will never touch my hand again! Amen".

For reliability, you can add a spoonful of salt to the basin - it will fix the information. The charmed water must be poured onto the path or road along which the uninvited guest left, thus washing away his traces. If the first time it is not possible to drive away an unnecessary person, then the ceremony should be repeated again.

On the threshold of the house

A conspiracy from unwanted guests can be done before they arrive.

Coarse salt is required for the ritual

It is suitable if you want to get rid of the unexpected arrival of relatives, the appearance of an obsessive neighbor and other uninvited visitors. For the ceremony, you must purchase:

• holy water;
• a simple or white church candle;
• sheet of white paper;
• coarse table salt.

Holy water is sprinkled on the threshold and sprinkled with a loose substance. Conspiracy words:

“I’m not pouring salt, but I’m putting up a wall to block the path to our house (the name of the unwanted guest). You can't go through the wall, you can't go around the wall, you can't break the wall, you can't climb over. Let it be so".

Then you need to light a candle and wait for it to completely burn out. It does not hurt to gently sweep the salt from the porch or threshold onto paper, put a cinder on it, take it to the nearest intersection and leave without looking back. This conspiracy from uninvited guests is done secretly so as not to offend anyone.

Conspiracy to refuse visitors

A proven ritual using ordinary table salt will help protect yourself from the arrival of enemies, dissatisfied neighbors and simply unpleasant people. It is simple to implement and accessible to everyone. It is necessary to open the door and, having scattered salt on the threshold from the entrance side, read:

“All the negativity that is sent to me will be returned to the performer. Heavenly angels guard my house and my body. No damage and no evil eye can harm me, the servant of God (name). I read prayers and believe in God. My faith puts on me an amazing strength of protection that even the most experienced magician will not break through. No one can negatively affect me or my relatives. No individual can ruin my life. The Lord helps the servant of God (your name). And so it will always be. Amen".

After the ritual, unwanted guests will not be able to cross the threshold without an invitation and will leave the same way as they came.

Magic against uninvited relatives

White magic will help get rid of unwanted relatives who arrived for a couple of days and stayed for a month. The proposed rituals must be performed exactly according to the instructions, otherwise they simply will not work.

threshold conspiracy

To perform the ritual, it is necessary to perform a series of magical actions.

During prayer, you need to be with loose hair and without shoes.

They are simple in terms of applying their own efforts, but mandatory in the order of their implementation. As a result, you need:

1. Let your hair down, taking out all the hairpins. They are a kind of antenna for direct communication with the magical world.
2. Put on your nightgown back to front and inside out. By this you make it clear that you are moving from the ordinary world to the unreal in the form of witchcraft.
3. Close all windows with curtains. The rite should not be affected by the forces of nature in the presence of one's own will.
4. Take off your shoes. The ceremony is performed barefoot without your favorite slippers.

When performing a midnight ritual, you need:

1. Wash your hands and treat them liberally with soap and salt so that there is a lot of foam.
2. Gently collect the foam from the hands and apply to the sole of the bare right foot.
3. With a knife bought in advance, carefully remove the foam from the leg and throw it on the threshold of the house.

Rub the foam before entering the dwelling with the fist of the left hand with the words of the conspiracy:

“The bell is on the temple, the icon is in a frame, the cross is on me, the key is in the lock, the snake is in the grass, the beast is in the den, and I am on my doorstep. Just as this snake of mine does not crawl over, the beast does not cross, so the uninvited guest will not come. I close my words, I bow to you, holy images. Cover the eyes of those who come with this foam. He will not see the threshold, he will not cross. My angel, stand with me. In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen. Amen. Amen".

Despite the mention of the angel and the appeal to him, this is still a conspiracy, not a prayer. Church postulates negatively evaluate rituals with the use of black magic. This prohibition on a good desire to secure one's peace with the help of an appeal to the saints does not apply.

So that uninvited guests do not come, and relatives do not come without an invitation, the ritual is performed on Thursday.

Rite of water or salt

When uninvited relatives are tired of the order, and they are not going to leave or leave, you can use ordinary running water. A whisper on the liquid helps to get rid of such "comrades", pushes them to leave or leave faster.

For a conspiracy, you need to take a glass of running water and whisper the words unnoticed by the guest, holding the container at the very lips:

“I spill this water on the floor, wash the road to the servant of God (name), as water flows on the floor, so he will leave the house.”

The charmed water, as it were, is accidentally spilled on the floor at the feet of an annoyed relative. After some time, he will feel uncomfortable and zasobiraetsya home. If for some reason it is impossible to use water (expensive carpet or parquet), then salt will help.

A pinch of salt is spoken with the words:

“As salt flies under your feet, so you will run away from my house.”

She imperceptibly wakes up on the floor near the guest. After his departure, it is imperative to clean the house, wipe the floors and read a prayer of thanks to the patron.

Protecting the house on a nail or pin

So that in the future annoying guests do not bother and do not come uninvited, you can close your house for them with a pin or nail.

To prevent unexpected guests from coming into the house, you need to stick a pin in the door jamb

On any of these sharp objects they slander:

“I plant a pin (nail) in the door, I protect the house from enemies. Let her be sharp, let only kindness into the house.

The pin is stuck into the door jamb (in the upper corner) with the tip down. The nail is driven in with a hat in a lateral position so that the sharp end sticks out of the jamb and is also tilted down.

Guests will be able to go to you, but they will not linger for a long time, and they will leave evil intentions outside the threshold.

Close the road to the house

This conspiracy (fabulous) is suitable for blocking the way to the house for a specific person. It is pronounced confidently, in an imperative tone, but in a whisper. Opening the door, they say on the threshold:

“For the first time, for the first hour, I speak, I pronounce, I speak my threshold. How people don’t walk on shit, How they bypass it, So would (name) go around my threshold, Never come forever and ever. Key to my words, Lock to my deeds. In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen".

The specified person can approach the door, but change his mind about entering. If we are talking about a man, the words change a little (bypassed, did not come). The conspiracy is based on the use of one's own willpower and succeeds only in self-confident people.

Keep unwanted guests away

With a knife, 12 crosses are drawn on the front door (from the inside). Visually, they should look like a crucifix. They read the plot 12 times:

“They crucified Jesus Christ on the Cross, They nailed Him to the Cross, They didn’t let anyone near Him. Do not let, Lord, And You are the servants of God (names) to my doorstep. Amen. Amen. Amen".

When reading, you need to focus on your desire not to let specific people into the house.

Any conspiracy is a secret action, not intended for prying eyes and ears. Its goal is to imperceptibly influence a person without offending him directly. Nobody needs extra enemies, so it’s worth it delicately and with the help of higher powers to get rid of an annoying person.

I really love books from the genre of detective, thriller, mysticism and horror. Such books most often have an excellent intricate plot with their secrets, riddles and characters hiding something unsightly, mysterious behind excellent manners and life.

Shari Lapena is a Canadian writer. Sheri Lapeña worked as a lawyer and teacher in English before moving on to writing fiction. Lives in Toronto.

Book

Sheri Lapena
Name:unwanted guest
Year: 2019
Pages: 320

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Snowstorm, cozy old-fashioned hotel in the mountains, warm company. Everyone dreams of such a weekend: here you can ski, drink delicious cocktails or settle in the library with an interesting book ... But the dream quickly turns into a terrible nightmare. The hotel does not have Internet and mobile communications, and the electricity goes out due to a snow storm. And at night, at the foot of the stairs, a body is discovered dazzlingly beautiful girl- the most attractive hotel guest. I would like to believe that this is just an accident, but soon another corpse appears. And frightened, chilled guests can only huddle together and wait for salvation to come. In her new novel, Cherie Lapegna combines the features of a modern thriller and the traditions of a classic detective story in the spirit of Agatha Christie. Artfully constructed, chilling plot and emphatically old-fashioned atmosphere create a special, unique flavor of the book.

Plotit may remind many of horror films or other detective stories, many authors and filmmakers have repeatedly collected their heroes in confined spaces with operating maniacs, avenger friends, etc., but despite such a common cliché, the plot of the book is interesting and unpredictable...

Each hero hoped to spend the weekend calmly, someone alone indulging in thoughts and memories, contemplating and rethinking life, and someone with their halves tried to retire and spend time, someone hoped to save their marriage. But subsequent events will turn everyone's life upside down...

Dana Hart's dead body is found near the stairs early Saturday morning, it looks like she fell down the stairs,

but lawyer David Paley suspects it is murder. Suspicion falls on the groom Matthew Hutchinson, many do not believe that he slept all night and did not hear Dana leave the room, especially their quarrel late at night. What caused the quarrel and whether he really killed his girlfriend becomes an obsessive thought for everyone.

A cozy hotel turns into a trap. Due to Friday's snow storm and ice, electricity is cut off, there is no mobile communication and the Internet. There is no opportunity to get out into the city either, and everyone has to be hostages of the elements and hopes for a miracle...

Each hero becomes a suspect, someone gives a true reason for their behavior and appearance, and someone with their past.

What secrets does Riley keep, which seems strange to everyone. Her isolation and unsociableness only add suspicion.

Lawyer David Paley, who was the prime suspect in the murder of his own wife.

Dana Hart, who seemed very familiar to some...

The atmosphere is aggravated by a new victim. All this leads to growing psychological stress and panic. Suspicions become sharper, everyone begins to seriously fear for their lives. The search leads to unusual finds that make people think of an "uninvited" guest.

Narration

The Mitchels Hotel has 12 rooms, but only 6 are booked this weekend.

Main characters

- Gwen Delaney and Riley Shooter

Gwen wanted to spend the weekend with her friend Riley, thinking that it would do her friend good and she would unwind a little. Riley, a war reporter who has traveled to many hotspots, doesn't mind getting out of town and spending a few days in seclusion.

A criminal lawyer came to rest and think about life.

- Beverly and Henry Sullivan

A married couple going through a marital crisis. Beverly has high hopes for this trip to reunite with her husband.

A couple in love who came to spend time together away from the pre-wedding fuss.

Opinion about the book

The book is quite interesting, the plot is also not bad. Heroes with their oddities did not cause insane sympathy, but Riley regretted it from the bottom of her heart. The book, of course, will not give strong emotions and impressions, but it will not be boring either.

I liked the atmosphere, you are immersed in snow-covered landscapes, evenings by the fireplace are all so pleasant and romantic. As the plot twists, you begin to plunge into an atmosphere of hopelessness and paranoia, suspecting everyone and everyone, comparing evidence and drawing conclusions)

Sheri Lapena

unwanted guest

Shari Lapena

UNWANTED GUEST

© Shari Lapena, 2019

© Kartsivadze L., translation, 2019

© AST Publishing House LLC, 2019

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Dedicated to mom

Thanks

I'm still terribly grateful to be working with the best people in the business. Thanks again to my American publishers - Brian Tart, Pamela Dorman and the amazing Viking Penguin (U.S.) team - you are doing an amazing job. Thanks to Larry Finley and Frankie Gray of Transworld (U.K.) and their fabulous team - you are the best. Christine Cochrane, Amy Black, Bhavna Chauhan and the amazing team at Doubleday Publishing (Canada) - thanks again for everything. I am incredibly lucky to have so many truly talented, passionate and responsible people supporting me. I wouldn't have made it without you.

Thank you again Helen Heller - words cannot express how much I appreciate you. Thanks also to everyone at the Marsh Agency for the excellent representation around the world.

I am especially grateful to Jane Kavolina - she is a wonderful editor.

Thanks also to Lieutenant Paul Pratty of the Sullivan County Sheriff's Office for his generous assistance.

I would like to emphasize that all errors in the manuscript are on my conscience.

And finally, as always, I want to thank my husband Manuel and our children Christopher and Julia - your support and enthusiasm for me is more than anything in the world.

Friday, 16:45

The road twisted and twisted in unexpected turns, leading ever higher into the depths of the Catskills. It seemed that the further away from civilization the path became more and more dangerous. The shadows thickened, the weather deteriorated. The Hudson River came and went. The forest loomed on either side of the road like a mute menace, as if plotting to swallow them down. It was a dreamlike forest, but the softly falling snowflakes gave the scenery a postcard charm.

Gwen Delaney clenched her hands tightly on the steering wheel and squinted at the windshield. She preferred dark fairy tales to cloying postcard views. It was already getting dark, and it was about to get dark. Because of the snowfall, driving became more and more difficult, more and more tiring. The flakes fell on the glass so profusely that she felt like she was stuck in some kind of endless video game. And the road was getting more and more slippery. Gwen was grateful that her little Fiat had good tires. The world blurred into blind whiteness, and it was hard to tell where the road ended and the ditch began. She was impatient to get to the place as soon as possible, and she began to regret that they had chosen a hotel in such a wilderness - literally at the devil's horns.

Riley Shooter, tense as a string, sat silently in the passenger seat next to her. It was impossible not to feel her tension, and Gwen turned on already from being in a cramped car with her. She hoped she hadn't made a mistake in bringing her here.

The whole point of this little escape was to give Riley a little rest and unwind, Gwen thought, biting her lip as she stared at the road. She was a city girl - born and raised in the city - and not used to driving through such a backwater. The nights are too dark here. Gwen was beginning to worry: the trip was taking longer than planned. Shouldn't have stopped for a cup of coffee at that nice little old diner along the way.

It's not clear what she was expecting when she offered to go away for the weekend, except for a change of scenery and a couple of quiet days together in a place where nothing would remind Riley that her life was in ruins. Perhaps it was naive.

Gwen had her own problems that followed her everywhere. But she decided that she would put them out of her mind at least for the weekend. A luxurious little hotel in the outback, delicious food, pristine nature and no Internet - this is exactly what they both need.

Riley looked around nervously. dark forest outside the window, trying not to think that someone could jump out onto the road at any second to stop the car with a wave of their hand. She clenched her hands hidden in the pockets of her down jacket and reminded herself that she was no longer in Afghanistan. She's home, safe, in New York State. Nothing bad will happen to her here.

The work changed her. After everything she'd seen, Riley had changed so much that she didn't recognize herself. She glanced furtively at Gwen. Once upon a time they were inseparable. She herself could not understand why she had agreed to go with her to this distant hotel. Riley watched Gwen focus her attention on the winding road that climbed the slippery slope into the mountains.

- Are you okay? Riley suddenly asked.

- I? Gwen asked. - Yes, everything is fine. We'll be there soon.

At the New York University journalism department, where they both studied, Gwen was considered a balanced and practical girl. But Riley was distinguished by ambition - she always wanted to be in the center of events. Gwen did not like adventure, preferring books and peace. After graduating, Gwen didn't get a decent job at the newspaper, but she quickly put her skills to good use in a good position in corporate communications and, apparently, never regretted it. And Riley constantly worked in hot spots. And managed to stay afloat for quite some time.

Why is she doing this? Why think about the past again? Riley felt herself starting to lose her composure. She tried to breathe evenly, as taught. You can't let the past come back and take over her.

David Paley stopped in the cleared parking lot to the right of the hotel, got out of the car and stretched. The weather made the drive from New York take longer than he expected, and his muscles stiffened, a reminder that he wasn't so young anymore. Before he took his bag from the back seat of the Mercedes, he paused for a moment in the thickly falling snow, looking up at the Mitchells Hotel.

A fine three-story building of red brick with gingerbread trim was surrounded on all sides by a forest. The façade of the small hotel was open to the eye: in front of it was a snow-covered area, which must have turned into a wide lawn in summer. The building was surrounded by tall coniferous trees and bare trunks wrapped in snow wool. A huge tree growing in the middle of the lawn stretched powerful branches in all directions. Everything was covered with the purest white snow. It was so quiet and serene around him that David felt his shoulders begin to relax.

On all three floors, large rectangular windows were located at the same distance from each other. Wide steps led up to a wooden porch and double front doors adorned with spruce branches. Although twilight was just beginning to deepen, lamps were lit on either side of the entrance, and a soft yellow light fell from the windows on the first floor, giving the house a warm and cozy feel. David stood motionless, ordering to recede all the experiences of the day, and along with the week, and the past years. Snow fell on her hair and tickled her lips. He seemed to be in the old, more innocent and merciful times.

David decided that for the next forty-eight hours he would try to forget about work. Reboot from time to time is necessary for everyone, even the busiest people. Even—or perhaps especially—successful criminal lawyers. He rarely managed to squeeze a day off into his schedule, much less a whole weekend, and he was going to enjoy his holiday to the fullest.

Friday, 17:00

Lauren Day looked at the man sitting next to him: Ian Beaton drove the car masterfully in rather extreme conditions. Looking at him, it seemed easy. He smiled his disarming smile at her, and she smiled back. Ian was good-looking, tall and lean, but it was his smile that attracted her most, the calm charm that made him so attractive. Lauren rummaged in her purse for lipstick and began, looking in the mirror on the protective visor, carefully painting her lips. A pleasant shade of red refreshed the face. The car shifted slightly, and she froze, but Ian skillfully straightened the steering wheel. The road began to wind more strongly, and the car kept skidding.

“It's getting slippery,” Lauren said.

"Don't worry, I can handle it," Ian grinned, and she smiled back again.

She was bribed by his self-confidence.

“Wait, what is this?” she suddenly asked.

A dark spot appeared to the right of the road. Due to the snowfall and cloudy weather it was difficult to see anything, but it looks like some kind of car got into the ditch.

As they drove past, Lauren stared at the car intently, and Ian began to look for a suitable place to stop.

“I think there is someone there,” she said.

Why didn't they turn on the emergency lights? Ian grumbled and turned slowly to the side of the road, fearing that they themselves would fly off the road.

Lauren climbed out of the warm car and her feet sank into several inches of virgin snow. The snow immediately packed into his boots, prickling his ankles. She heard Ian, too, slam the door and get out of the car.

unwanted guest

Masha sat in the kitchen and slowly drank tea. It was a warm summer evening. Masha once again thought about the problem that had arisen in her life. In any case, she believed that what happened to her was really a problem. However, a little more, and the problem will be solved. Very soon, tomorrow morning. But still she had doubts: to go or not to go? To do or not to do?

The child was not and is not included in her plans. She's not ready for this. Slava broke off relations with her as soon as he found out about the pregnancy. He doesn't call, he doesn't write, he doesn't come. The other day she called his mother, but she said that Slava was in another city. Ran away, disappeared from her life. Goat.

She needs to study and work. You have to pay for the second degree. Not enough money for a child. Or they will not be enough to pay for education. School will have to be abandoned. Then it turns out that the money spent for previous years for studies will be thrown away. No, now you have to study, work, and then you can give birth to a child. People give birth, and after abortions they give birth ... Mom took the news without enthusiasm, and she was right: what kind of children does she have now? There is no husband, studies are not over, the pregnancy is not planned - an ordinary "flight". Well, she will give birth, so what? Will stay at home with a baby, and who will support them? There is nothing to expect from parents for help, especially since they are no longer young to sit on their necks. And they are not obliged to support an adult daughter and grandson, strictly speaking. Someday later, she will definitely give birth to children. Someday, when she will be ready for this, when she will have a diploma of a second higher education, a good job, a beloved and responsible husband. In a word - everything that will create decent conditions for the birth and upbringing of children. Not what it is now...

However, the conscience was not silent and repeated its own.

After all, she is already twenty-seven, with every year her youth and health are not added. And the husband - when he will still be, is unknown. Now she is young and healthy, and this is a great advantage. And since it happened so, let him be born, let there be this child.

Okay, it'll work. A few years won't make a difference.

Study ... This is not the most important thing in life. In the end, she already has one higher education. And after all, it is not necessary to quit - you can take an academician. Then the child can go to a nursery, and she will be transferred to a correspondence course, and will work and study again. Others, after all, study, despite the presence of children, including in the daytime department.

But then it turns out that she will have to pull on herself and study, and work, and a child, and all this - alone. No, she is not a horse.

Mom - yes, disapprovingly reacted to her "flight". But dad said that he would support any decision she made. And even promised to provide all possible assistance if she decides to give birth. Parents, of course, are not young, but they are not old either ...

Not old, but just at that age, many men have heart attacks and strokes. So dad needs to be protected. You can't stress him like that.

Strain? A little financial assistance to his daughter and grandson will not bring him to a heart attack. Moreover, his health, thank God, is strong.

Well, no, anyway, somehow it's wrong. You need to rely only on yourself. And in general, if she is not ready to give birth to a child, she is not obliged! Now this is very off topic, and she does not need it now. Why on earth would a child she didn't want ruin her plans?! Slavka left her anyway, and all because of him, because of the child! True, she does not need Glory anymore. He turned out to be a scoundrel - this situation showed his true face. But still, it's annoying. Yes, and a child, if born, will be a constant reminder of him - of this cowardly traitor, of this infantile peasant, whom it is difficult to call a peasant even after that.

But it's not the child's fault. And if a woman divorced from her husband raises children, do not the latter remind her of her ex-husband? A husband is a husband, and children are children. These are different personalities.

Well, it's different. In this case, the children have already been born ...

And what? What is the fundamental difference?

Yes, it's just different, that's all. different situations. It is one thing for children to be born, another for early pregnancy. No, she will not give birth from him.

This is already a tiny living man. It may still be a fetus, an embryo, but it is alive, it grows and develops.

Yes, alive, not alive - what's the difference ?! It's still a set of cells, in fact. He still does not understand and does not feel! Twisted and all. As if nothing had happened.

The little living man will be torn out of his mother's womb...

No, it's all! Enough! All this is complete nonsense! We must go, do and forget. This is the only right decision. Thousands of women have been and are going through this, and nothing.

On the appointed day, at the appointed time, Masha came to the obstetrics and gynecology department of the city hospital.

- Who is last? she asked the women at the operating room.

Masha got in line. There were three people in front of her. She sat, trying not to think any more about her hesitation, so as not to cast doubt on the correctness of her decision.

- Next! came from the operating room.

Masha came in and handed the referral to the nurse.

- Have you eaten anything since morning? the nurse asked.

“No,” Masha replied.

- Get undressed!

Masha undressed and lay down on a chair. The doctor and nurse were preparing for the operation. Maybe get up and leave before it's too late? Take another week or two to think ... Where to rush? The deadline is not yet pressing.

No, everything is already. Decision is made. She is already here, and now everything will be done. Stand up and walk away saying, “Sorry, I changed my mind”? Who does that? The doctor and nurse will only twist their fingers at the temple.

The nurse filled the syringe with medicine. Now she's going into anesthesia. There is still a chance to get up and leave! While she is not under anesthesia, there is an opportunity to change her mind! This is a tiny child, alive, and he will be pulled out, torn to pieces, killed ...

No, no, not a child yet. And now is not the right time for his birth. And in general, she is not ready. The child must be desired, and so ...

“Give me your hand,” the nurse ordered.

Pull your hand away, stand up and refuse to have an abortion! And don't care what others think!

No, what the hell. That's it, the decision has been made, stop hesitating!

The nurse injected a narcotic substance, and Masha began to sink into an unconscious state.

"Lie down on the bed," the voice commanded again. Masha, with the help of a nurse, crawled onto the bed. She had not yet recovered from anesthesia and just lay silently, not thinking about anything. "OK it's all over Now!" flashed through her mind. Coming to her senses, Masha was relieved. Problem solved, it's over. The operation was easy and painless. Only blood was flowing and there were unpleasant sensations in the lower abdomen. But it will pass.

The day was warm and sunny. Masha came to the dacha. It was her grandmother's house, where she lived permanently. Grandmother had to visit doctors, in connection with which she left for the city for a week, asking Masha to stay on the farm. At that time, Masha had a vacation, for which her grandmother adjusted in advance and planned her affairs.

"That's good," Masha's mother said. - Go, get some rest. After recent events, you will not hurt to unwind and be in the fresh air.

And Masha went. She settled down in the house, walked around the garden, tasted the first currants and raspberries. Then she visited the chickens and rabbits. She liked rabbits. She stood silently in front of the cage for a while, watching them. One rabbit jumped on another. “Look, what! thought Masha. What free love you have! And don't be shy! And multiply at breakneck speed. They give birth as much as possible. No contraception, no abortion. Everything is natural. And they do manage. But that is rabbits, but people have it differently. And the needs are different. And life is different. And in general, a person is not an animal, he must be able to think with his head. Unlike an animal, a person can decide whether to give birth or not. And it is a great blessing that there is such an opportunity. Now, why would she give birth now? She now has completely different things and worries. Did everything right.

The day came to evening. From the fresh air, Masha began to fall asleep early. She fed the animals, herded the chickens into the barn, and went to bed immediately after dinner. Masha woke up in the middle of the night in complete darkness: she was awakened by a noise coming from the second floor. She thought it was probably the window frame knocking. Masha looked out the window: it was completely calm outside. What can be knocking there? The neighbor's cat must have climbed up to the second floor and is making noise. Suddenly, she heard footsteps upstairs. And it was clearly not a cat, and not even a dog. There was a man walking there. She heard it and understood it. Robber? But the grandmother on the second floor has nothing of value, as well as on the first. There is not even a TV - my grandmother preferred radio, books and newspapers to him. Masha lay without moving. Go and see who's there? Call the police? There was a crash upstairs: something fell. Masha was terrified. However, after the roar, there was silence. The burglar must have left. He climbed out of the window, not finding anything of value. Well, if anything - the house is closed, the phone is at hand. Masha lay down for a bit, and then went to the kitchen, took a large kitchen knife and put it under the pillow. The noise did not resume, but Masha could not sleep for a long time. Her heart was anxious.

Masha woke up quite late in the morning. With the onset of morning, her nightly fears disappeared. Now you don't have to be afraid of anyone. Masha first of all decided to go upstairs and see what was happening there. It was scary, but Masha resolutely opened the door to the room. There was no one. Silence. Furniture and all things were in their places. Masha looked into the attic. It was also quiet there. There were no traces of anyone's visit.

Masha went to the store and cooked herself dinner. The day passed calmly and serenely. But in the evening, when Masha went to bed, she had a feeling of anxiety. She could not sleep for a long time. She turned on the sconce and began to read a magazine. At two o'clock in the morning, Masha turned off the light and again made an attempt to fall asleep. Soon footsteps were heard again upstairs. Clearly, someone was walking around the room. Then a creak was added to these sounds. There was something eerie, frightening in that creak. It was heard rhythmically, with the same intervals, and from this it became even more terrible. Creak-creak...creak-creak...

Masha grabbed the phone and called the police.

“Someone has entered the house and is walking on the second floor!” she explained to the dispatcher. Then she gave the address. The challenge was accepted.

About twenty minutes later the police arrived. They went up to the second floor and examined it.

- Girl, we all looked. There is no one, they said.

Masha went to bed. Well, no means no. But what was it? However, if there is no one there, there is nothing to worry about. There was no more noise upstairs, silence reigned in the house, and soon Masha fell asleep.

The next two nights were quiet. There was silence in the house, and Masha breathed a sigh of relief: it seems that there are no more reasons for alarm. However, on the third night, history repeated itself. Again steps. Heavy, peculiar only to a person, namely a man. The creak is just as creepy and frightening, from which tremors go through the body. Bolt. Steps again. What if it's a maniac-killer who is waiting for the right moment to attack?!

Hello! I have someone walking on the second floor again! Someone is making noise there, some kind of creaking is heard ... No, I'm alone in the house ... No, no dogs, no cats ... Yes, it doesn't seem! ...

The dispatcher accepted the call, and Masha began to wait. The police arrived - the same ones that were last time.

“Girl, we searched everything again. Nobody here. Go and see for yourself.

The police went upstairs again, this time with Masha. They clearly demonstrated to her that there is no cause for concern. Indeed, everything turned out as they said.

“You are either just having fun like this with nothing to do, or you should see a psychiatrist,” said one of the policemen. - Drink a sedative - suddenly it will help?

The policemen left.

Masha went to bed in confusion. Maybe she's really paranoid? Yeah, no, she didn't go crazy. Oh, I wish I could get back to the city...

The next day, Masha called her grandmother and told her the whole story. To what the granddaughter told, Grandma Machine reacted with distrust.

— Come on, stop it, who can make noise there? Do you keep your windows closed? she asked.

Yes, I never opened them. And I close the house at night.

- Well, that's all. Someone there to make noise. And it's still too early for you to fall into insanity. This is already possible for me due to my age, and you are still a young girl.

“But I heard! Do you think I'm just imagining?!

- Well, you dreamed or imagined in a half-dream! Maybe crows were walking on the roof, or someone's cat. Do not pay attention. Yes, I may be a little late in the city.

Yes ... Crows, a cat ... I dreamed, how.

Masha woke up. It was two in the morning. Again this noise, again footsteps, which were still very distinct. Masha was seized at the same time by fear, and despair, and anger at the fact that no one believed her. Creak. Knock. It seemed that someone on the second floor was hitting the floor with a large stick. Panic gripped her. What to do?! Going upstairs was scary, it was out of the question. Call the police? She was afraid that if she called the police again, they would call a brigade - for her. They had already hinted that she might do well to see a psychiatrist when they came back for the second time. So what to do?! Panic seized her more and more, she jumped up and ran out into the street in horror, throwing on a light summer jacket as she ran and putting her feet into her sandals. In the garden, she felt a little calmer: now she is free. If this is still a murderous maniac, and he suddenly comes down and wants to attack her, she will have the opportunity to run, scream, call for help. It's just a shame she didn't grab her phone when she ran out of the house. Masha wandered along the fence, trying to stay closer to the gate. What to do? Where to go? Spend outside all night? There is no noise upstairs in the morning and afternoon, so the main thing is to wait for the morning. But it is logical that if there is noise, then someone is creating it. Someone walks there and does something. But after all, the police examined the floor themselves and showed it to her, so that she would be convinced: there was no one there. This only happened in horror movies, and if this continues, she will definitely go crazy. Get out of here! But the grandmother will arrive at best only in two days - she said that she might have to stay longer. Who then will water the garden, feed the chickens and rabbits? Shame on them, those birds and rabbits! In such anxious thoughts, she paced back and forth. It was cold, but she did not pay attention to it: her mind was too excited. Suddenly she saw a stranger in the garden. He walked slowly down the path towards her. Everything inside her went cold. In a daze, like a rabbit on a boa constrictor, she looked at the stranger. Meanwhile, the man, without saying a word, went to a bench standing near the house and sat down on it. He looked intently at Masha, but not into her eyes, but as if somewhere through her. Masha thought that if he wanted to kill, rob or rape her, he would hardly have sat so calmly in front of her on the bench. He looked to be in his fifties. He was dressed in an old-fashioned way, and his clothes were badly worn. He was wearing light, wide and slightly flared plaid trousers, a beige raincoat, brown boots with rounded and heavily worn toes with small heels and a black hat. This is how men dressed in the 70s. He did not look like a maniac-killer from American horror films, who runs around with a knife in a scary mask in search of new victims. However, in his eyes there was something gloomy, cold, chilling the soul, and this made Masha uncomfortable.

- What are you doing here? asked Masha, recovering a little.

“I will now be your constant companion,” the man replied. His voice sounded cold, unwelcoming, and was as unpleasant as his eyes.

What does "permanent companion" mean?

- That's what it means. It's not the first day I've been next to you. And now, behold, we meet face to face.

- So ... it's you who make noise at night on the second floor?

There was a smile in the man's eyes.

- Exactly.

- What you want from me? Did someone hire you to follow me?

How primitive. Come on, who needs you? Authorities? Oligarchs? Mafias? Secret admirers who have money - chickens do not peck? Leave this delusions of grandeur.

- Then what is it? Who are you?

The man's gaze became even more ironic.

"Are you sure you want to know this?"

“Yes, I want to know what kind of person is invading my territory and what

I need!

“And I’m not even human.” I am the Angel of Death.

“And in my opinion, you are crazy,” thought Masha.

"No, I'm not crazy," the man replied to the Thought Machines.

- No. I'm talking about the Angel of Death. And what you think is clear from your look. Besides, sometimes He reveals to me the thoughts of some people. Sometimes, in special occasions, like this.

- He is who?

- Someone you don't know.

- Your boss?

- Not really. I have a different boss. But to the One I spoke about, both my boss and I myself are forced to obey. More precisely, we can afford only as much as He allows.

- Who are you talking about?

“I won't tell you that. I came here on His command, but not to tell you about Him. I have completely different functions. And no desire.

“Maybe you can explain to me what’s what?” Who are you really, and why did you come?

“I told you twice already who I am. I won't repeat it for the third time. You're smart, you get a second higher education. So don't be stupid.

- You're making a fool out of me.

- Not at all.

- Then tell me, finally, what you need! If you need money, state the amount. And I'll figure out how to get it.

No, I don't need money. I'll just always be present in your life now, whether you like it or not. You yourself made me your ally, and you did it voluntarily.

- What?! Yes, I don't even know you!

- You know. You've just never seen me in human form before.

- Nonsense.

- Don't be crazy. You made me your ally a few days ago when you willingly gave me your child.

But I don't have children and never have.

- Stop doing that. You know what it's about.

Are you talking about abortion?

- Certainly. In fact, you have already given me more than one child. I entered your life much earlier - when you started taking these pills. But then you did not knowingly give me children, so I did not show myself so clearly. And now it will be different.

What pills are you talking about? About birth control?

- And what do they have to do with it?

“But didn’t your conscience tell you that you were committing a sin by taking them?”

- There was something...

- Exactly. It's also infanticide. If you knew how many children's lives I'm taking with these pills ... and not only because of them.

"Why is it infanticide?"

“Well, you know, I'm not here to preach to you. You can find the information yourself if you want. For now, just know that from now on we are inseparable.

Will you always scare me at night now?

How primitive. Playing hide and seek is not my style. I will no longer walk on the second floor. As a rule, my presence in the lives of those like you who killed their child takes other forms. Death shortly after abortion, when bleeding or sepsis occurs; oncology; infertility and miscarriages; depression, guilt, nightmares; suicide. And it's not yet full list. I separate the soul from the body only when I receive an order, or rather, permission to do so. In other cases, I am present in people's lives to one degree or another. For this, an order is not needed - people themselves, consciously or not, turn to me and make a deal with me.

- Tell me straight: you came for me? Where is your braid? - Masha decided to joke.

- Yes, I do not have any scythe! It's all people made up. People love to fantasize. I have no human form at all. Only occasionally, on occasions like this, do I appear in human form. I am death, and death is not a person.

“So death has come for me?”

- No. Not now. There hasn't been an order for you yet. But he can do it at any moment.

- And what should I do now? What will happen to me?

- What, what ... We will be friends with you! The man burst into an evil, pitiless laugh. “Although it’s hard to call it friendship. You wouldn't wish that kind of friendship on your enemy.

- I do not want it. I want to break such an alliance.

- This is impossible.

- At all? Are you saying that I'm doomed?

“Well, there is one way, but I won’t tell you anything about it. It's not in my best interest.

"At least give me a hint!" What should I do?

The man, still with the same cold look, shook his head. Masha realized that it was useless to ask. She lowered her head and looked thoughtfully at the ground. Then she turned back to the man.

“Maybe…” the phrase she wanted to say was abruptly cut off. The man who had just been sitting on the bench disappeared without a trace. Masha was seized with horror, even stronger than at the moment when she rushed to run away from home. It turns out that it really was the Angel of Death?! Death came to her? What to do now? Where to go? Where to hide? What if she didn't make it to the morning? Stop: like, he said "not now". So, while she has time, and there is an opportunity to fix something. But how to fix it? Pregnancy can't be brought back...But what then? Tell everything to your parents and grandmother, and consult with them? They won't believe it and they'll put you in a psychiatric hospital. Find a sage? Talk to old and experienced people? Read online? Contact some anonymous service? What to do? What?…

Masha opened the gate and entered. She went up to the porch and knocked on the door. The old lady opened it.

- Hello, grandmother Anya, can I come to you? Masha asked.

- Hello! Yes, of course, come on! Haven't seen you here for a long time!

Masha knew Baba Anya from childhood. The old woman's name was Anna Grigorievna, but most of the inhabitants of the village called her simply "Baba Anya." She was a deeply religious, kind, affable and affectionate elderly woman with everyone. She radiated love and warmth, could not stand gossip and never spoke badly about anyone. Baba Anya knew how to help with a kind word, wise advice and just her optimistic attitude and smile. All the villagers who knew her respected and loved her. Everyone - small children, teenagers, middle-aged men and women, and elderly people just like herself. Previously, when Masha came to her grandmother's dacha, she would definitely visit Grandma Anya. Then, having entered the second higher education, she stopped coming. Not before it became: she was too busy for this. And this time, when I arrived, I did not want to come. Subconsciously, Masha felt that this was somehow connected with the abortion she had done, but she did not want to think about it, analyze it, delve into herself. But now, after the events of the night, Masha, as if on wings, hurried to the house of Baba Anya.

- Do you want some tea? the old woman asked.

— Probably, yes. Baba Anya, I came to talk. I need your advice.

- What's happened?

- Here, tell me: what should I do if I have committed an irreparable act? How to be?

- Look at the action.

- Well ... if I caused a great harm to a person, but it can no longer be corrected.

“First of all, you need to ask this person for forgiveness. It doesn't matter how he reacts. You have to ask anyway.

What if that person is no longer there?

If he is dead, visit his grave. Address him as if he were alive. Ask for forgiveness, pray for him. This is the most you can do for the deceased.

What if he doesn't have a grave?

- How is it not? Somewhere it is, try to find out. But this, in fact, is not the main thing. You can do it all at home. Well, go to confession, repent of this, so that the Lord forgives. You, therefore, offended someone and did not have time to make peace with him?

- No, not at all. I, you know... I had an abortion.

Baba Anya's expression became very serious. Sorrow appeared in her radiant eyes.

- Well yes. It is a sin. Big sin.

Masha and Baba Anya talked for another two hours, and then Masha went home. Despair has been replaced by hope. In the pitch darkness that reigned in her soul, a ray of light appeared.

The little temple was quiet. The evening service has just ended. The light was extinguished, but the lamps and candles were still burning. The last parishioners, one by one, left the church. Several women began to clean the temple: they washed the floors and wiped the icons. On the right hung a large icon of the Mother of God "Vladimir". Masha came up to her. She recently began to go to church, and so far she knew only three prayers. She lit a candle, crossed herself and whispered: “Our Father, who art in heaven…”.

The candlestick behind the counter was finishing its work. The sexton was cleaning up the altar. The women mopping the floors were actively working with mops and rags and heard a young woman standing at the side whispering a prayer and crying softly.

Such work

Galya had finished working and was slowly getting ready to go home. Suddenly the door opened and a woman entered the office room.

“Ah, it’s you,” Galya said. - Come on, sit down. Do you want tea?

- No. You know ... - the guest answered with a slight sigh.

- Well, yes. And I'll probably drink some tea. And then it's an hour and a half drive to the house. I hate public transport. What's with the money, by the way?

Galya poured herself some tea and took out a bag of cookies.

Tomorrow they will be as I promised. Amount due on time.

- This is good. Finally, I can borrow a car. If I get the money tomorrow, then just enough for the first installment. Enough already for public transport ride. It takes so much time and effort! I have been wanting to own a car for a long time.

“Now you will have that opportunity. I keep my word. You know what the minimum must be. But any overfulfillment of the plan will only be welcomed and rewarded.

- Yes, I know. So far I like everything. It was uncomfortable at first, but now I'm used to it. In the end, this is also a good thing.

— Of course. Okay, I'll go. I still have a lot of work to do. I work tirelessly, around the clock, without rest and days off. And you need to rest. Till tomorrow!

- Bye bye.

The meeting was repeated the next day. At the end of the working day, Galya was again visited by her friend.

- Hello! Brought?

- Certainly. Here, take this,” the woman said with a sly smile, handing Galya a thick envelope. - Here is the whole amount promised.

— Oh, how great! Thank you!!!

The expression on the woman's face changed dramatically: the smile fled, and irritation and anger appeared in her eyes.

Don't say that word to me. Never,” she demanded coldly.

- Why? Galya was genuinely surprised.

- Do you know what it means? Come home, read. Then you will understand.

- All right, whatever you say. Just getting such envelopes is insanely nice!

- And then! Did I offer you a good job?

- Good. The work is not dusty, I even began to enjoy it. I don't know how to explain it, at first it confused me. But now I like it.

- You fulfill my conditions, and I give you money for this and add a feeling of euphoria to them. I think we got along well.

- I think it's great. And the clinic is so good - large, well-known, attracting many clients.

- Patients.

- Well, in a sense, yes. Patients, of course. Or rather, patients. I just see them as clients. So it is, in fact, it is.

- Anyway, watch your language. Words are very important for the reputation of the clinic, and for your own reputation.

- If you don't mind, I'll pour myself some tea, - Galya, as usual at the end of the working day, poured herself some tea. - Oh, fir-trees ... but the cookies are over!

“Here,” with these words, the woman handed Galya a bag of chocolates with a smile. - I bought it on the way.

- Thank you! ... That is, I wanted to say, thank you.

Galya sat down at the table, climbed into the bag and began to unwrap the first candy.

— Oh, what is it?! - she exclaimed. "There's blood on her!"

- Well, what do you want? Blood will be on everything I give you. On everything that you buy with this money. And on the money itself, too.

“So…you mean it’s THEIR blood?”

- Naturally.

Galya looked into the envelope: the money was indeed stained with blood.

- Listen, is it possible somehow without it?

- It is forbidden. This is a side effect, and it is inevitable. But don't worry, you won't feel the taste of blood. And soon you will get used to it and stop noticing it. You just know that this blood is on everything you buy.

- Oh ... Well, somehow it's still unpleasant. And the wipes are gone. You don't, by any chance?

- Eat. Here, take it, - the woman handed Galya a colorful package of napkins. “But I would advise you to try not to pay attention to it. You'll get used to it faster.

Galya took a napkin and rubbed the candy. After that, she noticed that something was written on the napkin.

“This is my job,” she read. - What's this?

Your own words and thoughts.

Galya looked at the napkin again. The sight was not pleasant. There were bloodstains on the paper and the inscription: “This is my job.” She tossed the napkin away and quickly popped the candy into her mouth. Then she reached into the bag again. The next candy was also covered in blood stains. Galya took a clean napkin. “I have to feed my family,” read another inscription. The sweets turned out to be delicious, and Galya began to devour one after another, wiping each one with a clean napkin. And each time came across different inscriptions:

“This is the choice of the clients themselves, and I am just a performer.”

"I have to raise my son."

“We need to make repairs and buy new furniture.”

"We urgently need a car."

"It's just an embryo."

“Almost all my colleagues do it. This is our job."

"That's how life is now."

“It is the right and personal choice of every woman.”

"If she has a criminal abortion, it will be even worse."

"We help women."

Galya looked through the packaging and made sure: how many napkins - so many inscriptions.

“Yes…” she sighed, clearing the table.

"There's nothing you can do about it," the guest replied. - You'll have to be patient for a while. Remember the reward and enjoyment of your work.

“I remember, don’t doubt it… But I just don’t understand: this is pleasure… where does it come from?” Why do I like it? When I do this, I begin to experience some kind of euphoria and an incomparable feeling of power and superiority over the patient, as if I were the arbiter of fate.

- Certainly. Well, I say: in addition to money, you will regularly receive this feeling from me. You help them, after all. You get rid of the problem. And you are very good at it.

“Oh, I beg you… You and I are well aware of the consequences of such “help.” This is the illusion of deliverance. Most people just don't understand it.

They get relief for the first time. Let it be for a short time, let it be an illusion, but there is still some benefit in it. You can see for yourself: many come. And they will come. They want it, they insist on it. Yes, many are mistaken, but what do you care? This is your earnings, on which the material well-being of your family depends. So don't overthink it and don't go too hard on yourself. Just do your thing. Otherwise, if you start listening to your conscience, you will generally reach the monastery. So take it easy, my advice to you. Sometimes you have to make deals with your conscience. There's nothing you can do, that's life. Just think: you yourself, if you gave birth to everyone, how would you live? What would feed so many offspring? Where would you place everyone? You don't need a football team instead of a family, do you?

- Is it true. What the fuck is a football team? God forbid!

“So He just gives,” the woman smiled ironically.

- That's what I'm talking about. And your patients don't need it, just like you.

- Okay, I'll go. Don't forget to wash your suit...

“Listen, maybe you can throw mine into the car at the same time?”

- Come on, of course.

The guest took off her black hoodie and handed it to Galya.

“If you want, I can disinfect the scythe,” Galya suggested, smiling.

The woman touched the blade of the scythe.

- What's the point? she asked, shrugging her shoulders.

After this question, both women burst into loud, hysterical laughter.

Masechka

Here comes the morning. How bright and sunny it is! Now she will wake up. For now, I'll just look at her. My beloved, my dear. I won't give it to anyone. And I know for sure: she will always love me. Gorgeous. And what gorgeous breasts she has ... And by the way, I want to eat !!!

- Now, my little one, now I will feed you. Come to me…

That's better. Hold me in your arms longer: I like it so much!

- You are my little one! You are my bite-bite-bite!

It starts: masechka, bite-bite ... I'm a man, actually! But so be it: for you I agree to be a little mask. Well, everything, now kiss.

Played it, finally. That's right: take off everything from me, otherwise I'm in clothes around the clock. And why do I need these clothes? I felt so good without her there, inside of you. I liked it better there. It was so cozy. Why just got me? True, if they had not got it, I would not have seen your face, your eyes, your smile. And this milk... it's so delicious! No, there are still advantages to living outside.

Hey, where are you taking me? Wash again? So what, what's up? Am I somehow suffering from this?

- Lie down, get some air. Let the skin breathe. And I'll be gone for a while.

Where are you going? Well, okay, go. Probably, he will have breakfast now. You are there, eat better! Whatever you eat, I will need too. I need a lot of good milk... Yes, and in this world I like that everyone here loves me. But it wasn't always like that. No, she always loved me. But those around him were different. For what? What wrong have I done to them? Why didn't they like me? They didn't even see me. So strange. I'm starting to slowly forget my life before birth. But those days I probably will not soon forget. I still remember the day she found out that she had me.

At first she was confused, and I felt it. But I did not immediately realize that this confusion was connected with me. She called someone, and then went somewhere. And then there was a conversation with some guy. How rudely he spoke to her! When I grow up, I'll punch him in the face for this!

- Did you want to talk about something?

- Yes. Nikita, I will have a child.

That's when I realized that it was because of me that she was confused.

- And what do you want?

- I do not know what to do.

- I do not know either. It didn't fit into my plans at all. I think yours too. What to do in such cases, you yourself know.

She was silent.

- Do your parents know?

- No. I haven't said anything to them yet. I only found out this morning myself.

- Is that correct?

- I think yes. Delay and positive test.

- Okay, let's do it. I will talk to my parents. Let's see what they say. And then we will think about how to be.

He didn't answer. I felt how worried she was going home. But I knew I was safe. For some reason, I guessed, I felt that despite the anxiety and confusion, she would not let me be offended and would be able to protect. Deep down, she already loved me.

In the evening her parents came. She told her mother about me.

- Well done! Just in time"! her mother exploded. “Have you heard anything about protection?”

- We didn’t succeed that time ... It didn’t work out with protection ...

- It didn't work out for her! Go for an abortion, what can I tell you...

How about an abortion?

- So. Just like everyone else. What kind of child are you now? We definitely don't need it here. We ourselves have little space, we can barely fit in this apartment. My grandmother is already in poor health. It was not enough for the baby under her ear to scream day and night! And my father and I need to sleep at night. We are working hard to keep you going!

- We can live with Nikita ...

- Well, talk to him. But I doubt very much that his parents will be delighted at such a prospect. And in general, you now need not to nurse children, but to study.

- We have girls on the stream who have given birth to children and continue to study. I also plan to continue. And I want children for a long time. I always dreamed of a family and children.

- Why are you looking at others? How do you know what their circumstances and living conditions are? Maybe they have a lot of assistants, rich husbands, big apartments. And you don't have any of that. Don't expect help from me and my father. We have enough dependents. And your worries are enough. As for children, before you have them, you need to get a diploma and find a good job with career growth opportunities. Get on your feet so that you don't depend on anyone. And when you get up, then you can already think about the family and children. Learn to think with your head and rely only on yourself in this life. Or are you going to breed poverty? Poverty breeds only the marginalized. Therefore, do not invent nonsense, Irish. Go to the antenatal clinic, take a referral for an abortion and go. Don't be afraid. I've done it myself, and more than once. Unpleasant, of course, but nothing, you can survive. Moreover, now they always do anesthesia.

"But it's a child!" I don't want to kill him. And I will not!

- The child is not there yet. It's not human yet. So far, it's just a bunch of cells. So the sooner you fix the problem, the better. I won't tell my dad anything, but come on, don't delay.

“This is not a man yet” - it was necessary to brecze such stupidity! And who, if not a man? Toy, right? Or some kind of fruit?

Then, a few days later, for some reason, she again went to this Nikita.

- Nikit, my parents are categorically against the child. They won't let us live with them. Mom wants me to have an abortion.

- Well, do it. I also think you should have an abortion. What's the question? We've already talked about this.

What does it mean to have an abortion? I want this baby! And abortion is murder!

What "murder"? Murder is killing a person. And there is no man. There is only an embryo, which is still very far from a person!

“But the fetus is already a tiny little man. He is alive, how can I kill him?

“Listen, have you ever made scrambled eggs?” Embryos are also often found in chicken eggs. So we are all killers.

— No, it's different. Don't you understand that a chicken and a man are not the same thing?

- You can not argue ... Well, now is not the time to give birth to children, you understand! What do you want problems?

- Don't you remember how we dreamed that we would have a family, would have children? You said you would marry me. Well, since it happened, why not get married now and start your own little family?

- I wanted to get married, but definitely not now, and certainly not "on the fly." Where will we live? You yourself say that your parents are against the child and will not allow you to live with them. Mine won't agree either. So, as you can see, we still have nowhere to live. And I don't need kids right now. I don't plan to get married anytime soon. I also need to learn, just like you. Or am I supposed to drop everything and cross out all my plans for the near future? This is not what I dreamed of. So get rid of it and don't create problems for anyone.

- Get rid of what?

"Well, stop being stupid!" Get rid of pregnancy, what's incomprehensible here ?!

- Do not shout at me.

- In general, yes. Either me or the child. If you want to give birth, give birth. But in this case, it will be all over between us.

But you said you love me!

- You know, if I love you, it does not mean that I have to ruin my life. So think and decide for yourself. And stop shedding tears. You know I don't like it. If you need money for an abortion, I will give it.

- No, it's not necessary.

When she got home, she cried for a long time. Why did she even go there? Why go to a place where they spoil your nerves and say nasty things?

- Well, did you go to the doctor?

- Not yet.

- What are you pulling? Have you spoken to Nikita? Is he ready to marry you?

- What did he say to you?

He is also against it.

- Here you see? If you don't want to listen to me, at least listen to your young man!

- We broke up.

- I see ... What are you going to do? Sit on our necks?

- No. But you know, mom, I decided everything for myself. I won't go for any abortion. I will keep my child and have him.

How firmly and resolutely she said it! Good girl! From that day on, I knew even more firmly and did not doubt at all that I was under reliable protection.

- Well done. I decided everything, you are our smart one. And who will support you?

- I have some thoughts on this. I can arrange my life.

- You are stupid. Why do you need that? You don't have a husband, you broke up with Nikita. I doubt that with a child you will be needed by someone. You ruin your life. And keep in mind: we don't need a screaming baby here.

“Nothing baby, nothing,” she told me after this conversation, putting her hand on her stomach. - We'll figure something out.

Then there was a lull, which lasted quite a long time. True, her mother still complained, but not with such force. I thought we'd be fine now. But it was not there…

Pregnant, ten weeks. Get up.

Why did this doctor touch me? What did she want from me? What kind of unceremonious treatment? And if she was touched like that, would she like it?

You came to us late. They would have come right away, they could have had a medical abortion. They would drink a couple of pills - and that's it, the problem is solved. Now it's just scraping.

- What scraping? For what?

- Why, why ... As if I was born yesterday, honestly. To terminate the pregnancy, that's why!

But I'm not going to terminate the pregnancy.

- So how? Are you thinking of giving birth?

- Wait. You are twenty years old, you are a student, not working, and you are not married. Right?

- Well, where are you going to give birth? You study at a good institute, so you study further. And the child is of no use to you now.

“I won't have an abortion.

I advise you to think carefully. You have ten weeks. Abortion at will is done only before twelve. So you don't have much time. Think faster.

- No. I do not consider this option. I said that I would give birth.

- It's up to you, of course.

Then another lady joined in the conversation.

"You're just so young!" Quite a girl! You need to live for yourself. Then you will give birth, you will have time! Listen to Elena Arkadyevna: she speaks her mind.

- Larisa Anatolyevna, let her do as she pleases.

— Let, of course. Just feel sorry for her. Not married, will raise the child alone. Do you have a young man?

“Where is the child’s father?”

- We broke up with him.

- Here you go. And what will you do with this child? Do you want to be a single mother?

- I said everything. I will keep my child.

You need to save your brains, not your child.

Yes, her nerves were pretty frayed. Why are they doing this to her? Is it all because of me? But why did they all hate me so much? I didn't do anything wrong to them. It's good that it's all over now. She no longer goes to these evil aunts. He does not communicate with Nikita. Her parents understood that my birth was inevitable and gradually got used to it. And now I don’t even have souls in me. I wonder why? Why did they not love me so much when I was with my mother inside, and then, when I was born, they suddenly fell in love? They probably didn't recognize me. They took it for someone else. Well, accepted, and good. Let them continue to think that I am not the boy who was in my mother's stomach, but another. It only makes me feel better!

- Well, what, the sun, let's go for a walk? It's warm outside, the weather is good. Let's get dressed!

Dress? Oh no... No, not a bonnet!!!

- Masechka my, well, why are you screaming like that? I understand that the cap is terrible, but what can you do? Be patient a little!

Phew, finally. Dressed. Now let's go for a walk. It's good: I like to walk.

- Hello! Are you coming?...What time should we expect you?...Okay, we are waiting!...See you soon!

Who is she waiting for? Oh yes. She was telling someone the other day that her parents and grandma would be away for the weekend and he could come to her place. I wonder who it is? And the weather is really good. Looks like I'm going to sleep now...

Why did you put me on my stomach?! Feed me! I don't want to lie on my stomach! I want to eat!!!

“Well, well, don’t shout like that! You need to lie on your stomach before eating. At least five minutes! So the doctor said.

The doctor said ... Is this the aunt who touched and felt me? At first, in the maternity hospital, they constantly felt and twirled back and forth, now this ... doctor. What do they all want from me? I do not touch them, even if they do not stick!

Now well done! fed. How good it is to live in the world! Everything is so interesting here!

- So, soon Misha will come, you need to put yourself in order.

Is Misha the one she is waiting for? Yes, I remember one Misha. Mom talked to him when I was still in her stomach. She felt good and joyful with him, and her joy was transferred to me. She was talking to her grandmother about him the other day. She said that he would come to visit. And my grandmother still protested: she said that I was after vaccination, so guests can be brought only a month after discharge from the hospital. But my mother objected. She explained that Misha is healthy and just recently did this one, how is it ... fluff ... what is it called? Okay, whatever...cute dress! Why are you painting? For Misha, right?

- Hello!

- Hello! You look great!

- Trying…

— Where is the baby?

- It's in the bed. Come on, I'll show you.

- Oh, how small! Hey Arsyusha!

- Not so small! He was born with a weight of three seven hundred. Such a child is considered quite large. Now he probably already weighs more than four kilograms. They also gain weight very quickly.

- Cute baby.

- Do you want to hold?

- I'm afraid.

- Don't be afraid. Come here, Arsyush.

What, do you like me? And I'll take a look at your behavior. And I'll think about whether you smile or not. After Nikita, I will now very strictly evaluate all the men who will be next to my mother.

- What a miracle! Wonderful boy. And it's good that you didn't have an abortion!

- Still would! I can't imagine him not being born at all. I can't imagine my life without my Arsyusha! I love him so much!… Well, come here. You are my bite-bite-bite! ... I'll put him to bed now, and let's go sit in the kitchen.

Does he want to sleep? Something doesn't look right.

These babies sleep a lot and get tired quickly. And he hasn't slept in a long time.

Hmm... He praised her for not having an abortion. What is "abortion"? Probably something very bad. I heard this word more than once when THEY expressed their hatred towards me. When they said that she didn’t need me, that she didn’t need to give birth to me, but that she had to get rid of me. How arrogant and cunning! They themselves were born and live, but from me, then, to get rid of?

Mother! I woke up! Just think: still sitting and chatting! What can you talk about for so long? She is laughing. It means everything is OK.

Arseny woke up. I'll go and feed him.

- Yes of course.

Well, she said that she would feed me, and she herself was washing again ... Why did she wash me so often? I am so good...

They went back to the kitchen. What are they talking about?...

- I wanted to ask: have you already registered it in the registry office?

- Not yet. I'm going to do this next week.

- And what middle name will you give him?

— Nikitich. What, are there options?

- Yes. Eat.

I wonder: are they about me? Who needs to be registered there ... how is it? ...

What?! She called him "beloved"?! I disagree! Beloved is me! She called me "beloved"! It's not fair!!!

- Masechka, why are you shouting? Are you bored here alone?

No, I'm not bored. I'm just outraged!

- Well, come to us.

- And how are you with your studies?

- I manage. The girls bring me notes, send me something by e-mail. You will have to travel with the baby to exams and tests.

- When you need it, tell me - I'll give you a lift by car. And it’s hard in public transport with such a tiny one.

- Thank you! It will be very nice if you can give me a ride. And it will be easier for me, and the baby will not have to be transported in public transport once again. He is still small.

Leaves. This means that my mother will spend the rest of the evening with me ... And what are they doing? She kisses him! Or is he her ... No, I do not agree to this! I want her to kiss only me! But what about my cheeks, nose, forehead, back and tummy, arms and legs, which she regularly kisses? Is I really not enough for her, and she needs to kiss someone else? However, Misha seems to be good. I'm still looking at it, but so far I like it.

Mom, we are finally alone! And what kind of beautiful and bright object appeared on your hand? He was absent. Did he give it? My grandparents also have these on their hands, and they are worn on the same fingers.

- Arsyusha, I'm so happy! You and Misha are my dearest and most beloved men in the world! You are best. Perhaps God sent you to me. You know, Misha is so caring! He asks if I need help, if I have everything I need, and if I need to go to the store or somewhere else. I don't remember Nikita showing such concern for me. Soon, Arsyusha, you will have a dad ... Yes, Masechka, I'm getting married!

Married? I have no idea what "married" means. But I see you smiling. Your eyes are shining! So you are happy. Which of the two of us makes you so happy: me or him? Or are we both? ... You know, I decided: the next time he comes, I will smile at him. If, of course, I can.

Without an invitation and advance notice is considered a rather ill-mannered act. After all, the hosts may have things to do, work from home, cleaning, a high temperature, or a bad mood. Some people, obsessed with a thirst for communication and confident in their own irresistibility, sincerely believe that their appearance at a party is an excuse to drop everything and start having fun. To convince such visitors that they do not always choose the right time is difficult, but real.

An unwanted guest can be persuaded to leave right out of the door. To do this, come up with some simple, but tedious business outside the apartment. Going to the store in this case is not suitable, as the visitor will decide that you are trying for his sake and will volunteer to help. But in line at the clinic or a visit - good options. Your visitor will not want to turn his sparkling visit into a visit to a hospital or housing department. Naturally, for credibility, you will have to get dressed and go out in the right direction. On the other hand, it will give you the opportunity to complete some boring tasks that you have been putting off for a long time. For example, in fact, make an appointment with a doctor or submit documents.

Most people understand hints, but some need to hint more directly. If you are not just not happy with the guest, but really busy or feel bad, you can say so. Moreover, this should not be done in the form of opposition: “I have a headache, the temperature, but you pass, make yourself at home,” but as harshly and unequivocally as possible: “I feel bad, come another time.” Thus, you may darken the radiant mood of the visitor, but at the same time teach him to warn about his intention to enter in advance.

If the unwanted guest has already entered your apartment, settled down on the couch and demands a small talk, try to inform that in the near future someone whom your visitor cannot stand for one reason or another will join you. Try to demonstrate how happy you are about the future visit of the second guest, how long you have been waiting for him, and how, finally, everything has successfully coincided. WITH a high degree chances are your intrusive visitor will simply run away.

Sometimes guests sneak into your home pretending not to get the hint. You can play the same game and put an unwanted visitor out the door with his own methods. Try not to act like the poor Winnie the Pooh Rabbit (“The rabbit was very smart and very well-mannered”), but use the methods of a rude teddy bear. If the guest hints that he is hungry because he did not have time to dine, do not rush to offer him the first, second and compote. Say that in vain he treats his stomach so much that you need to take care of yourself, that you, for example, just ate an hour ago, and now you don’t want anything until the evening, or even until the morning.