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Read by Evgeny Glebov, Olga Sedova
Smert idet so mnoy ruka ob ruku, no zhnets ne v silah mne protivostoyat. Ya zastryala v mire, polnom chudovisch, prinyavshih chelovecheskiy oblik, i teh, kto ne takoy, kakim kazhetsya. Oni ne smogut uderzhivat menya vechno. YA bolshe ne uznayu tu, v kogo prevratilas, i ya boryus za to, chtoby otyskat dorogu k zveryu, kotoryy ohotitsya za mnoy v nochi. Oni nazyvayut menya brilliantom, no oni sozdali lish angela smerti. Ohotnik Ya rodilsya hischnikom, s bezzhalostnostyu, vrosshey v moi kosti. Kogda nochyu u menya ukrali to, chto mne prinadlezhit, kak almaz, spryatannyy v kreposti. Ya ponyal, chto bolshe ne mogu sderzhivat zverya. Krov obagrit zemlyu, kogda ya unichtozhu etot mir, chtoby nayti ee. I vernut ee tuda, gde ey samoe mesto. Nikto ne izbezhit moego gneva, osobenno te, kto predal menya
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