Book: Sneak. Page 1

The smile never left her face, happiness flowed through my veins with warm honey. For the first time, it seemed to her that she's not running, and runs to meet him.

Nina went into the hallway and strained his ears, holding his breath. The sounds were loud and clear - the door carefully pulled, tried the handle. She knows the voice of his house.

In response to his words in Nina's heart was born the warm feeling caught them both and carried on - to love, to marriage, to the family. In the future.

It smelled like dark, man, paint.

My head cut off - the route was different. Honestly, this place is continually changing, the building is rotated on its Foundation, with difficulty accustomed to the alterations. Like the builders of darkness night shift walls, cutting new doorways, add passageways in an intricate network of corridors.

Up here they made love, silently and slowly, two relatives of the body, those who trust and need each other.

Need to see if things girls unpacked. Then the bed, dirty clothes, cosmetics, candy wrappers, napkins and other girly stuff. Still need to check if there are any drugs, to analyze the lost in the past year, things, to check that all had lunch - I have a list of malaiac.

Down there, dark-dark, he said. - Follow the bubbles, they will lead to the surface. And then starts to swim with all his might!

Remember his words: first the legs... the toes like a ballerina... hands at the castle... and includes neatly.

During the eight years spent in the orphanage, all were able to understand. Life here resembled a layer cake, which gave us at Christmas. We children were the fruit filling in the bottom - perespevshy bananas and peaches with brown barrels. Never seems to need anyone - and throw a pity.

It's amazing how our memory becomes a storehouse of smells, sounds, feelings, images. A patchwork of bygone life.