The Story about abortion: They were sure that I don’t hear anything.
A story about abortion: They were sure that I don’t hear anything.
THEY were in a compartment together and talked about
murder. To kill should have been me. They
spoke calmly, as if he was talking about
knocking someone else’s sick dog.
Guess you are right, I can hear them?
No, they were confident that nothing I
hear. But I heard everything.
He was not interested in the details of the murder,
he was not interested in who it will be
to do, he passed sentence, and for him
trivia was not forthcoming
values. She knew that she
have to participate in this, she was
trembling, and I felt it.
He once again explained to her why I
wasn’t supposed to exist. It
agreed, but somehow not very
confidently, as if something
been misunderstood. Sometimes it seemed to me,
what they say is not about me but about some
really useless and quite
not needed in this world man. They
decided my fate, defining the term
my life. Did they have on it
right? Why is the work of God they took
I couldn’t:could not run, could not
to call for help, could not explain
to them the enormity of their decision, could not…
couldn’t… couldn’t… They were confident in
their impunity, and I knew
this is not the first killing them.
Do we blame?
WHY I still hope for something, even
hearing the metal in his voice? Can
to be, because they feel it
indecision? But I know your
so why, why do I hope?
Maybe God sent me to him, and also
— Life is. Where to live, what to eat?
Wish he wore out someone
things and rummaging through garbage?
Someone else’s ill will… someone else’s ill will was
stronger than them. They, unknowingly,
fulfilled. They already knew that
child right conditions and their work.
Someone else will dictate his own terms
life and work is taken away because
comfortable idleness. They are thinking about
seconds, to decide questions of eternity.
They didn’t understand that my life —
it is their evil will protest and fight against
her, and death is her triumph. They still
did not feel that the murder of his
— No. This has always been the rich and
poor, well-fed and hungry, happy
and the unhappy.
I knew it too. It was so in all
times. Always been wise and foolish,
obedient and the rebellious, and great
colorless. Human nature
changed. But why
the ancients gave all born
descendants, and only Fate was decided
what grain to fall into the ground, and what
– on the stone? Were they really stupid?
Hardly… They knew the main thing
felt is worth every life
what each breakthrough her out of the cage
in a rational creature, how much struggle,
miracle, doubts and hopes squashed in
pregnant women! How many victories
and defeats of Life!
I wish we were animals or
The TRAIN stopped, and they suffered
me where killing children. We walked
not for long, but I felt like it
shaking stronger and stronger. I
tried to get out of prison, but
nothing, of course, I did not succeed.
I already from a distance he felt and heard
this is the place. It turned out that there is
turn! I heard the voices of other
kids that I had
to deprive of life. We had a lot. Girls
was more. I heard very well
three girls and one boy. We
— To die, — said
the eldest of the girls, — you must first
born. But if die, not yet
— To whom? In favor of any religion? What
— If pain — she answered
— The way the world works. All life struggles
— In this there are people from
the past and the future, is violated
— We, — I replied, — omitting the present,
from the future go back in time.
— So, we’re bad? he asked.
“Probably,” still have time to answer it,
when she was taken away from us.
Waited for a miracle
WE REMAINED SILENT. We felt that
happens there. But we and We waited…
waited for a miracle. No, has not happened. Her mother
returned without her. Then took
the younger girl. She was crying and
asked me not to kill her, but heard her
only we. She also stayed there.
— I’m glad you’re born. I know,
if I had to do it, I
born dead Mom…
didn’t want me. I would have
to be born dead.
We were left alone.
“I wonder,” he asked quietly
Next he was. There is no one to answer
Last I was. So I was
the happiest of them? Alien evil
will… someone else’s ill will made here
the feast, it is like an insatiable beast,
– The latter refused to do an abortion –