Чтение на английском - ROAD ACCIDENT

You sometime heard, how the grass breathes?
It breathes convulsively, roughly, any strange damp.
I lay on a grass and with horror I understand, that it at all it so breathes. And I.
Strange. Such beautiful clouds, and the sun, making the way through them, shines directly in eyes. I try to be covered with a hand, but for some reason I can not. I try to rise on elbows - I can not. It appears, I cannot move anything at all, except for a head. Grasses, the sun and a smell паленой plastic. Hardly I turn a head, and I see the Opel broken in tinkling sounds directly near to myself. The driver sits in an armchair, pressed down by the pressed door and sagged on seat belts hardly forward. I know it, but at all I do not remember a name. To call it, publishing any gurgling sounds. It does not hear. Without consciousness or dead. But for that the voice hardly on the right … “ Volodya … ” is heard Turn - on a back seat one more person. It sits at once at the driver, and I try to understand, that has occured. By a monstrous dent from the left side, clamped the driver and its passenger, in the machine someone ran, and then it ran into something also.
Suddenly, as from the big depth, I start to feel the right hand, and begun was to arise pleasure here the infernal pain will sweep away. I compress a teeth, I do not maintain, I start to shout. And when you shout - easier. Passes time. I become silent, I get used to sensations. Probably something has pressed down me. The neck and a hand moves only, the rest at me can and is not present already. Though is not present - hurts, means is. The guy from a back seat patiently having waited while I shall be shouted, speaks: “ It is necessary to cause fast. You have phone? ” I nod. I reach a pocket. On me any metal plate, it also does not allow to move. With huge work I get from under it a mobile phone. The passenger asks: “ Grey it is alive? ” I am silent to not cry. I bring phone to the person - about a miracle, it is whole. “ What number fast? ”, I ask. A pause. “ The zero three? ” “ Is not present, there any another ” Just in case I type 03, then through a code of city, then through a code of the country and a code of city. “ Caused number does not exist ”
“ Call though someone ” It already shouts, and I understand, that to me, probably, not too badly if to compare. I dial first number in the telephone book - Alise. “ Excuse, but the sum on yours to the account is not sufficient for fulfilment of a call ” Suddenly the driver starts to move. “ Grey you are alive! ” The passenger shouts. “ Do not shout, Sema, the pause hurts ”, lifts and lowers a hand “ and I cannot move ” almost. “ Volodka has already caused fast ”
“ I did not cause anything ” I am indignant “ At me money for the account was not present, and we do not know number ”.
From the machine thin the black smoke rises. The wind is not present, and it seems, that soon it will pierce clouds over me. I lay sweaty, and for some reason just now I feel, what around silence. The road with which has fallen down the machine - or empty, or is very far.
Grey gets from a jacket a mobile phone. “ It is broken fack ” Drops.
“ Grey, try to reach my phone, it on a belt. And that to me has clamped hands ”
It lasts on a back seat, and I observe, how blood drips from its wound on a cheek.
There passes the whole eternity before Grey, choking, speaks "Has got"
Dials the number. Is silent. Again types. And then starts to laugh. It is dared long, we wait. At last it ceases to laugh. Lifts a head, speaks: “ Excuse, but the sum on yours to the account … ” I close eyes. So does not happen.
And here, somewhere on the day of my consciousness, the spark of hope flashes. Even the memoirs which have gushed immediately are not capable to muffle it. I speak “ there Is one variant. The girl. At me with it still free - of - charge conversations ”
Sema looks at me: “ Olya? Yes, has carried ” And continues to look at me. I know what to hesitate it is impossible. And I do not hesitate. I simply try to think up, that to it to tell, that it not at once has hung up. It is good, that I have already recollected, where we are.
“ What it is necessary to you? ?
“ Оля, greetings ” it is patient.
“ It you, Volodya? ” It is guilty.
“ Yes … ”.
“ A voice strange … That is necessary to you from me?? ? ” Winds itself.
“ Listen, do not shout … ” I Am got, as always.
“ Do not silence me! ” It is shrill.
“ So allow me to tell! Who else to whom silences! ” Too it is shrill.
Short hooters, silence. Сёма and Grey look at me. Are silent. I again dial its number. My God, well for what to me such test? With greater work I do a deep sigh.
“ Оля, do not lay down a tube, simply listen to me, from you one thing ” is now necessary to me only Speak precisely, I do short pauses between words.
“ Well, as it is usual ”
I restrain. I know as it usually happens.
“ Cause, please, first aid, approximately on the twelfth kilometer of the Kiev line, hardly away from road. To find it is possible on a column of a smoke … ” I Continue to speak easy, without emotions.
“ What happens? You by way of? ?
"Yes" (as though it interests) “ We here a fire have simply dissolved you, picnic at us, and Grey it became bad ”
“ Have got drunk again? ” With simplification, it is got.
I cough, I allocate a tube aside. Then again I put to an ear and I feel, that something follows from a mouth. I touch a hand. Blood.
“ Hey! ” Shouts.
“ Оля, fast, please ” it is not assured, whether I speak it.
The hand grows dumb, the tube drops out of it and falls directly in a grass.
The grass sighs. And I close eyes. The throat tears cough, something shouts Grey, and I would like to sleep.

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