In a minute the sky has tightened a gloomy veil, the sun was shrouded with a black shroud, peals of a thunder and shout of ravens have broken silence...
Cold tears of a rain flow down on the face of the girl which never will begin to cry, never will inhale opposite damp air, the evening decline will not concern her sad sight any more...
I have silently inclined a head above she, my hair concerned her gentle pale face, but she did not feel these touches... my eyes were filled with tears. The droplet filled by grief, strongly differing empty drops of a rain, has fallen to her lips, has quickly slid off on a cheek and was lost in long black hair...
I have risen, accurately having taken her on hands. The weakened hands of the girl, a head, and a cord of the untied corset lasted back to the cold ground.
The thin scarlet jet has spread on its shoulder...to a forearm, having reached a wrist it has forked and having passed on a palm two droplets which have broken from average and anonymous fingers, in flight to the ground have again incorporated.
Having reached lifeless ground the drop of blood, pure and innocent, was dissolved in water under legs having betraid it a reddish shade...and so drop by drop I observed of life leaving from her which was taken away from her by... me... YES, I've killed her! I did it!!!
...shout has muffled noise of a rain and infinite croak of ravens... but I still can not understand, how I have stolen her life... I can not understand, how it has occured... now I eternaly suffer looking for the answer, in hands I strongly hold the weapon of my future death...
Tags: Prose
