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This story happened twenty years ago. I then looked after his future wife, and decided to arrange at the parent’s dacha romantic evening by candlelight. I prepared everything in advance, put it in bucket of ice with champagne and I’m sitting – rehearsing a speech about “get out whether you are for me … “I look – my Maya came, let go of the taxi. I am at her doorstep – an offer, she is in tears of joy. Then we drank a glass, danced … We went to the porch to breathe before sleep, I lit a cigarette. The moon, I remember, was huge and so bright, as if candles are burning inside. Maya admired something uttered an enthusiastic and poetic and suddenly … at the neighbors’ dacha some kind of stirring. She smiles at me: “There, probably, romantic dinner? “-” Hardly, – I answered, – at half past two they won’t walk at night: elderly spouses with a grandson live there. People very quiet. ”“ However, there is definitely someone there, ”Maya insisted. -Look, something glows in the dark. Probably the owner also smoke out. “Exactly, the light in the dark is clearly visible, even two, only the neighbor the old man does not smoke – I know for sure: he had last year heart attack, so he threw overnight. Marya Kirillovna, his wife, hardly ever took a cigarette in her mouth. Then who is there stands under their windows? I tried to make out the shape of the figure and wondering if it’s time to intervene? The fact is that in our cottages constantly climbed into someone: the drunks will open the house so that a drink, a snack, then some homeless people will make a TV, then a drug addict all will find out in search of money … I decided that it is necessary to shuganut this a night visitor by all means, even if he is just drunk at home I’ve made a mistake, otherwise it will burst with them, it scares the old people. In short – it must be carried out from their site. I sign to Maya to stand quietly, and moved towards the neighbors. I managed to take two or three steps, suddenly we heard a loud growl and some dark mass rushed through the bushes of raspberries, jasmine, sweeping away everything in the way, disfiguring the beds -in our side. In shape, it was, for example, like a boar or a bear – a heavy carcass broke branches with a noise. I grabbed Maya by hand and pulled from the porch into the house. He had just managed to slam the door, as in she was hit from the street – I don’t even know what, judging by the sound, metal tool. And judging by the tracks that I saw in the morning, – steel claws, left five deep cuts in the tree. While I brought the future spouse to life, they hit the door a couple more times – thank God, our cottage is old, the door is solid oak, not plywood, so breaking it is not easy. Then everything calmed down, we Maya drank a glass of brandy to relieve stress. She barely stood on her feet, but said with trembling lips: “Wow adventure. Now I definitely won’t forget how you did to me proposal! “I always later found in her amazing courage in the most difficult situations. She is scared, and she is trying to joke … When in the morning we went around the garden looking for evidence of a night raid monster, then they saw impressive traces of someone’s powerful claws on beds that my mother lovingly cultivated. Then, having examined an old hanging staircase to the attic, they found something there too interesting: she squinted and even somehow twisted a little, as if trying to wrap it like a spring. Wow! What w you must have strength! And then, if it was a beast – until now we with Maya they thought so – how clever he should be paws to spoil a piece of iron so ?! I stood rooted to the spot from my thoughts my neighbor Uncle Sasha didn’t take me out whom we noticed a night monster. He pulled his glasses in thoughtfully examined his barrel for rainwater, and with himself reasoned: “And who needed to disfigure her like that ?! Here hooligan! “I looked around: the barrel was crumpled like an empty pack from under cigarettes. Lord What does all this mean? I showed the neighbor the stairs and the footprints on the door, he long clicked his tongue and rubbed his beard – I can say if he was scared, but he was certainly puzzled. And his wife we decided not to show the consequences of Ha6eia at all: he has it a woman is nervous, and already fears at night in our village alone stay. “Maybe we’ll watch him at night? I have a hunting gun … “- the determined old man suggested.” Yeah, “I nodded, True, far from so confident. And we sat all next night in my car: Uncle Sasha rightly suggested that if we will wait for the monster in the garden, he will smell an ambush. And from home we can not notice if he doesn’t play pranks at our dachas, but, say, will visit the next … And so we spent in my old “Moskvich” many hours, entertaining each other with scary stories – true, that’s all they scared us much less than the one that erupted in the past at night. In the morning, probably at five o’clock, we both fell asleep, so without seeing anyone. The next night I refused to go on guard, but Uncle Sasha seemed to be sitting in ambush again with his gun. But all in vain – more beast with steel claws in our country cooperative not showed up. Victor KASHEMIROV, Sverdlovsk region
Monsters Mayan Civilization
