Space-time is not present, and I instantly appear there where instinctively attracts me the heated lump of a pain and beginning to
submit signs of a life of the horror fed not with a so much terrible kind of the crippled hand, how many an abundance given vent
razgryzennymi blood veins - my brush as if is shrouded by a hot scarlet velvet glove which continues to be heated and my
primitive instincts play primitive opposition - a pain and happiness, the cold is hot also. Obeying the magic world where there is no
tragical rupture between idea and an embodiment, voleniem and the validity falls of ice water which first screw in a painful screw
on the hat in beginning fall upon a hand was to cease a wound, paternal on muscles passes the strongest electric category,
they grow dumb, a teeth, and that scrap of the world still accessible to perception of my eyes creak, is narrowed, turned off,
clicks, as if a petal diaphragm, and I am disconnected from everything, including from a happy flour. Water treats. A new
exposition - I open eyes and again I see a hand which all as is awful, but falling water stream filling in it brings in the live grant on
traumatology certain aesthetic lines. The crystal thread appearing from a non-existence which reigns outside of my world, slowly
-slowly, being poured and shaking from waves arising in its depth, falls on the bloody lake which has gathered in an artificial
cavity, at first without a special trace punches the most thin, dried up film and disappears in depth, having caused only small
excitement on a surface, and for an instant which is hasty stretched in some minutes of greedy curiosity, the balance denying all
laws physicists and common sense is established. The thread types volume and force, utolshchajas and causing the falling more
and more high waves of dispersing circles, but the lake does not overflow banks, as though somewhere on the other hand on a
palm there is a hole from which surplus follows. My sensations deny the assumption, and the local cataclysm confirms them
experimentally. Somehow suddenly viscous red surface vspuchivaetsja, becomes covered vjazju cracks through which the
crimson pearls strung on ephemeral threads first start to filter and be inflated is rare, and then blurring, inflating, merge round
flanks, getting full similarity to pearls, whose nacre was once painted in red colour. Internal pressure continues to accrue, the
lake blows up, spilt by a dense rain of the transparent and scarlet drops which have covered a skin by a mosaic of water and
blood, caught roughnesses and hairs, and the storm overflows the torn coast of muscles and epidermisa, and starts to attack
surrounding land, smetaja shivering droplets of initial emission, incorporates them, mixes, takes out on sloping edge of a hand
and starts to fall down therefrom at first is dense-ruby, and then turning pink falls. Blood becomes ever less, it not that that runs
low or pacifies eruption from moving vessels, but waters arrives so much that suppresses, blocks it, and here it is already
possible to consider only thin, steep threads in thickness of the crystal, coiling, as live worms.