To me never to rise, I know, I have hardly reached a damned wall, and now it is necessary to rise somehow on feet. It is similar
to as though the climber who has crawled to top of the highest mountain, should collect the rests of nonexistent forces and jump
on the sky in embraces of the Lord. The picture as a hare, skipping on snow-covered, sharp as if a cathedral spike, top of
mountain of the unshaven muzhik in small, black, round points so me has made laugh the related madness that a jellylike body
zakolyhalos, a vice for instants has stood as if deliberating - to press or not to press so cheerful creation, but have then started to
be compressed with the doubled speed.
I tips of the scratched fingers feel a plinth, I feel the sticking out shaggy ends of wall-paper and rough layers of soft putty which
once tried to hide the laziness and untidiness. A plinth for a long time have cracked, have departed from walls, having formed
palaces and locks for tarakanej elite, and it should me help. Needless to say to try to make a start at once from a floor and to rise
vertically - me it was necessary to eat an elephant on small-small slices, but very much and very quickly. To plan, develop a
route, to employ conductors and to knit woollen socks to me there is no time. I begin with feet on which someone has guessed
to hang mnogopudovye weights, - having seized fingers, how much it is possible at width of a plinth, a backlash between it and
a wall, pains in the broken nails, in a damned piece of wood, upershis a cinciput in cold and firm concrete, at once having felt all
its roughnesses and cavities, deeply having sighed, a vice how much allows, I pull the right foot as if pulling out it from sucking in
bog, I feel, how in a groin something is torn, as if bursts a string, dissecting a skin and interiors, a foot braids, as if someone has
decided to turn out it from a joint, but damned slow, awkward finiteness all the same moves, at first slowly, as the locomotive
overcoming inertia, and then speeding up, energy, an impulse and that there still is necessary from mechanics laws, all the same
is stuck by a knee in a proper place as the lever having raised back and painfully having bent a back. I afford second rest,
having spat out the next bloody clot, and, having gritted a teeth, I pull out the second foot. Figurativeness of the description
quite corresponds to sensations - now it do not turn off, and severely try to tear out from a coxofemoral joint. It seems to me that it
was possible to unknown enemies, and at me now behind the huge hole of which the splinter of a bone for certain sticks out,
cords of sinews and whips blood. I open eyes, and try though something to consider, but them there and then fills in then, they
become numb tears, the world waves and blurs grey potekami, and I need to consider only that with feet at me everything is all
right, unlike a new source of a cutting pain - to a stomach.