It was already dark when the girls were returning home along the same road across the field, sharing their impressions.
Somehow it suddenly became sharply colder, a gusty icy wind was walking across the field, ruffling the floors of cloaks and hair, taking muffled voices far into the night.
The girls were especially surprised at the precisely guessed details: how many sisters and brothers each of them has, who has a step-father or lacks one of the parents. A fortune teller accurately described the appearance of a boyfriend to one of the girls.
Martha trailed behind and did not participate in conversations. The wind was blowing right in her face, her hands were numb. She shivered as if she suddenly fell ill. She was wilted, weakened, she wanted to be at home as soon as possible, in a warm room, or even better - under a blanket in bed.
When the girl finally reached home, she felt completely tired, overwhelmed and sick. Mom was on a business trip, and dad did not notice anything, did not ask any questions. She drank hot tea, quickly wrote everything down in her diary and climbed into bed.
All night long she was tormented by nightmares: a giant serpent living in the womb of the Earth pursued her in some kind of tower. Martha as a tiny dot ran away from him along the spiral staircase from floor to floor, climbing higher and higher, and the snake with its huge head pierced the stone floor of the floors right under her feet. It was about to overtake and swallow her! And it is not known how long this race will continue, how many more floors are ahead, how many more rings does the kite have? Will there be salvation?
But the worst thing was that the giant snake in the dream was her mother.
- Since then, I no longer guess.
- Do you believe her? Well, do you believe in what she said? - Lena asked.
- You see, just recently I learned from my sister that my parents almost divorced before my birth. Even divorce proceedings were already appointed, but they reconciled there again. And about study, and about character, and about two guys - all this was correct. But most of all I was struck by my poor health after the fortune-telling and this dream. As if I, in fact, entered some dangerous area and touched something forbidden, but real. I used to treat fortune telling as some kind of nonsense, but now I know that this is serious. Indeed, it's better never guess. Which should happen have not be avoided. Why try to find out the future? It must be hidden. And then all those "if-s." No, I did not like it. I would not dare ever to repeat it.
It became quiet again. The coals are already burnt out. Luda moved them with a poker, and the room was again filled with a reddish bewitching flicker, and dark shadows rippled on the log walls. In this twilight, the world seemed so mysterious and ambiguous.
- Martha, do you remember where this woman Tanya lives?
- Well ... Why?
- To guess, - Luda said dreamily.
From the first part of the novel "WANDERER".
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