Evil Anna 18

На русском - http://proza.ru/2014/02/17/2426

- This is it...
Ian leaned back in his chair...
“Wow,” he said again thoughtfully and almost buried his nose in the monitor, watching a private video from a porn site.
- Anna.., well, you’ve reached the point.., I just can’t...
It’s night outside, only occasionally a belated car rushes by and then silence again...
Ian reached out to the cigarettes, put one in his mouth and, without taking his eyes off the monitor, struck the lighter and lit a cigarette.
- How he grabbed her by the braids..., she threw her head back..., so you..., bitch..., so you... And where did he go, my dear..., in your ass? No.., it looks like it's in the front... How is he, huh? Straight... come on, come on. So her... Damn, she's become beautiful..., waist-length hair, it suits your wife, ahem..., ex..., long hair. Well, she’s a real beauty, but your face is yours... Yours... And your figure... and your ass... has sunk...
Ian looked at the name of the site.
- Ah.., St. Petersburg prostitutes.., well, well... So, you exchanged Hamburg for St. Petersburg, and are drawn back to your own region? No.., Anna, your edges are the Kazakh steppes, you were there in the role of a sheep... Where did he drag her? Yeah, a German, he gives commands in German... Well, yes, now Anechka has learned German, I hope... Take a shower!!!

Hmm.., the film will soon end with a blowjob. Ah, Anna.., thank you, I amused...
Ian smiled contentedly, he quickly saved the video to his folder and ran to the kitchen to make coffee. Muttering to himself with a satisfied expression on his face:
- Well, what a ****, well, what a **** he warmed up on his neck... After all, everyone turned out to be right.
He stopped and dreamily began to recall the details of the film.
- How prettier she is..., well, yes, there is makeup there... but the makeup was washed off in the shower? No, now it’s so bad that you can’t wash it away... Yes, Annushka, thank God the former... Damn, but how could she do this, from a gray mouse and suddenly a beauty? She put on her makeup... Yes, she will put on makeup and a doll, she will wash it off, Witch in one word... Well, and yet, how he..., near the pool, he straight bent her over and pushed her in, didn’t push her in, but pushed her...
The coffee was cooling down on the table in front of Ian, and he still sat and looked in front of him, with such interest, as if he was watching a movie at the moment, his memory retained what he had just seen in the smallest detail. For Ian, this was a triumph, this was proof that he was right after all, his relatives and friends: Anna is not suitable for him in any relationship, and now she is also a St. Petersburg prostitute!
- And I thought about her, I even seemed to regret it for a while, I watched her, waited for her to crawl and lie at my feet and ask. And she, it turns out, is SO proud... she allowed it everywhere for stamps.
Ian drank a couple of sips of coffee and turned off the light in the kitchen as he walked, hurried to the computer. He watched this video again, saved it a couple more times in other folders so as not to lose the site, and hearing the increased noise of cars on the street, he finally went to bed.

- No, well, well.., here’s Anna for you... We also need to look for films with her, what if?
I fell asleep and didn’t have time to think about the main thing: why do you need THIS, after all, you renounced her, pushed her away, abandoned her for the sake of your loved ones and friends? Sleep well Ian, tomorrow will be an even more promising day and full of surprises. Sleep...
What kind of work is there when it’s like this here?! Ian didn’t go to any work, he called his boss at home and asked for a day off, especially since Ian had seven of them. The boss gave Ian one day, where should he go? After all, Ian is single, which means he can always work on all holidays and when needed.

- wow... That can’t be true!!! Anechka, what are you doing on a Japanese site and with Japanese people?!
Ian’s throat was dry; what he saw on the screen was no longer within any framework: in the middle of the gym there was a black leather mat laid out, Anna was lying on it, and twenty-five naked guys stood in line opposite.
- The guy with the camera is the twenty-sixth, it turns out? No - no... wait... this is not funny anymore... How did she end up THERE, in Japan? Or was it the Japanese delegation in St. Petersburg who decided to have fun with the St. Petersburg prostitute Anna?

Ian watched the video and now he didn’t have the effect of yesterday, Ian was horrified: his Anna.., his Anna is being fucked one here, the other there? One by one, some kind of conveyor belt, he lifts it with his mouth, then he plants it in her, and the next one is already in his mouth?!
Ian caught himself saying that he would really like to be there, and stand in the same line, and there, and there, and watch, and again. Then, when she was already sliding over the sperm on the mat, and she was all covered in it, her body was already shining, they folded the mat on four sides so that all the glass was in the middle, collected everything in a large wide glass and Anna drank it all, and licked her lips smiling, immediately showing her open mouth to the camera, saying, look, she swallowed everything.
 
- Well, fuck!!! Female... Anna...
How did he want her again? Ian looked at the name of the site, he couldn’t understand anything, everything was in Japanese, apparently it was filmed in St. Petersburg, and the video was just brought to Japan.
- But why did the Japs choose his Anna, is there any other **** there?
Ian smoked cigarettes one after another and nervously walked back and forth across the room. For some reason he opened the door to the toilet, then to the bathroom, turned on the lights everywhere and.., he caught himself thinking:
- I'm looking for Anna... If I found her, what would I tell her, what would I tell her? Punched in the face?

No.., if he found Anna in his apartment now, he would ask her for forgiveness for everything... He didn’t want to watch or search for the video anymore, he threw himself on the sofa and buried his face in the pillow and groaned:
- Anya.., I can’t live without you, Anya... I’ll die, seeing all this... I don’t want to see all this with you...
He stood up abruptly and moved the mouse, the monitor again showed this site with this video. Ian downloaded it and saved the site name. He grabbed his phone and began nervously dialing his friend's number.
- John, do you have a client?
- No... Ian, I’m working hard for half the team, why didn’t you come out?
- Hey, don’t talk too much, I’ll send you a video now, it’s interesting. Take a look and tell me your impressions?
- What you think you are? My monitor is facing the camera...
- Turn it towards the client’s chair and change seats yourself... well, it’s important!
- Let's...
- Catch... I'm in touch...
After a pause, the friend himself spoke:
- So what? I don’t look at this for days.
- Babu, ba-bu, take a good look!
- The Jap is cute and that’s it... the site is Japanese.
- She looks like my Anna, doesn't she?
- No.., it doesn’t look like yours... This is a Jap, Ian, are you hungover? So sleep it off...
Ian believed his eyes, not his friend’s words, on the screen was his now ex-Anna...
- Fool... how did you get there? – Ian did not let up, “what kind of need pushed you into this “business”?
Ian looked towards the computer as if Anna’s pimp was standing there:
- I would kill everyone... I would kill them!!!

A TV switch came to hand, he extended his hand towards the TV and the screen lit up, it was a fashion show, long-legged girls were walking along the catwalk, dressed in something unknown... He was about to turn off the TV, but suddenly froze: Anna was walking, yes she was as she was, small, thin, but beautiful, like in those films, and long-haired.
Anna stopped at the edge, smiled at everyone, put her foot forward and walked back, then in the very middle she turned again, looked straight into the camera with a grin and, opening her erotic mouth, slightly narrowed her eyes, licked her lips with her tongue. This was shown in close-up, then she turned around and, as if nothing had happened, twirled her back towards the screen. Her long-legged colleague was already walking along the catwalk, but Ian had no time for viewing:
- My God!!! I've gone crazy... And who, this fool Anka? Just look... how this hair suits her! Why did she always have this stupid haircut? If then they were like this, up to the butt, would I really drag her to divorce? Yes, I would drown every night in this hair. Calm... calm Jan... Don't panic... What to do?
Ian lit a cigarette and went to the window: opposite, on the sidewalk, Anna with long hair was walking, as he had already begun to imagine her, and nothing else. Ian froze...
- She.., Anka... definitely her!!! Here it is, the way out.., I will return her!!!
He ran out into the street, leaving all the doors open and ran up to Anna:
- Anya!!! I was wrong.., listen to me.., everything will be fine.., Anechka, I’m a fool, I offended you, but I’ll fix everything, I only need you.
Anna screamed in perfect German that she didn’t know him, leave her alone, or call the police, and so loudly that everyone who was nearby paid attention.
A man was already walking towards Yan and barking threateningly:
- Eh, idiot, isn’t it clear to you that they don’t know you? Leave the child alone, or I'll deal with you!
Ian stepped back, the car brakes screeched, his now ex-beautiful Anna leaned out of the window and, yes, in Anna’s voice, she shouted:
- Tired of living?! Moron!!!
Ian rushed into his apartment, feverishly grabbed the key from the wall, closed the doors two turns and sat down right there on the floor in the hallway:
- We sailed..., arrived..., arrived... But they don’t allow us to land... What should we do, call the psychiatric hospital? The end of the career... And then, because everyone will know, my God, you've gone crazy!!! Where is the way out, how to arrange everything so that...
Ian pulled out his phone and dialed John's number.
- Wolf...
- John... are you home already? Is there anyone nearby?
- Damn... I took it off a woman, what do you want?
- I desperately need it, right now, come, I feel bad...
- So hungover...
- Joe, this is not a joke, something terrible happened. Not by phone, please...
- Okay, I will...
Jan was born from a German father and a Jewish mother. The father did not love the mother, but he treated her well. He married quickly, to spite his girlfriend, whom he loved very much, and grabbed the first girl he came across at a dance. Since he is a tall, handsome man, this first person agreed to marry him without even having time to find out his name.
Ian was the eldest, his brother Kurt was five years younger. They all knew that their mother was Jewish, but they didn’t talk about it to their dad’s family, although they all guessed it themselves.
Knowing the character of Ian’s father, they did not want to discuss his choice in any way - it was more expensive for himself, he could immediately break off the relationship forever. No one could poke their nose into his relationship, but when his handsome son Jan brought a Kazakh German woman who barely spoke a word and understood German poorly, he was the first to rear up!
- Ian, look... she’s up to your waist, there are no boobs, it’s a skeleton... This is not a woman, and she will never give birth to you... Well, if she does give birth, suddenly she has children and guys. ., your sons are up to your waist? Son... they are different, understand, THEY are different... What kind of German is she, she came into the house and instead of “good morning”, she said “good evening”? In general.., this is not the kind of daughter-in-law my mother and I dreamed of... Think about it, son... I will never bless you, is that what these Russians call moronic in their rituals?
The father and Ian were talking in their garden, and meanwhile the mother kept trying to ask Anya about her family. She tried to answer something, to understand something, and she understood, but in the woman’s eyes she saw that she was only looking for an excuse, gathering information against Anna herself, in order to turn Yan away from Anna in private. When Ian and his father entered the house, looking into the eyes of his beloved, Anna understood everything... what the conversation with her father was about.
“Nothing..., he got married himself, without asking anyone,” said Ian, walking next to Anna. We will submit an application tomorrow, tomorrow!!! No one will separate us, I have my own life, which means my own choice.
Anna walked next to her and admired Ian, how lucky she was, Ian is a real MAN!!!


Ian moved to live in a separate apartment, which he found quite quickly, until one room and half, where they stacked mattresses in a row and threw pillows and blankets in all directions, this is now their room - a bedroom. Anna didn’t think twice about it either, and even before registration she moved to live with Ian.
Anna really fell in love with Ian very much, and it’s impossible not to love him, THAT ONE!!! She tried to do everything so that he would be interested in her, so that every minute and second they lived together would be joy and celebration. Somewhere in the subconscious, she felt that his entire environment was affecting him - you are not a couple! She didn’t have to wait long for her suspicions to be confirmed.
Ian began to change very quickly, he apparently already believed that they were funny next to each other, he perceived glances in their direction as critical, there was no end to the disappointment and despair of his parents, and listening to all this, he increasingly found shortcomings in his wife . “Anna” Ian didn’t call his wife anymore, but without hysterics and a dissatisfied face, she was distracted with a smile by such nicknames as: You, Ugly, Witch, Cobra, Snake, Damn, Fool...
“Okay,” Anna thought, “we probably won’t have to live, but at least Ian will have good memories of me.” He’ll get tired of his next wife, she’ll start treating him like that, and she’ll give him hysterics... So Ian will remember me - “but Anya never raised her voice at me even once...” And, well, at least for once he regretted that lost me... Well, how will I live without him? HOW?
Anna was afraid to imagine this “how will I live without him.” Jan had a mistress, which he immediately announced when he arrived in the morning... But when Anna said that she had been waiting for Jan all night, he immediately grinned and said:
- So as not to wait, let’s go our separate ways, that’s the reason, I have another woman, and I love her!!! And you, Annushka, the little fool from the back street, I never loved, I don’t love and never will... I’m ashamed of you, you know, is it really still not dawning on you that I’m ashamed to stand next to you, walk, and lie down now? We won't be around. I hate to touch you, you freak: no tits, no face, just bones and eyes.
Ian really wanted Anna to cry, but her eyes were dry.
- Well... why aren't you crying? Cry!!! Why are you staring at me, don’t look, you’re ruining my view, go to the bedroom and sit there, read your senile Russian books. Yes, I won’t give you any more money, go to the old women and ask to wash, I hope your mermaids will help you find at least such a job. You already understand German, so come on..., pick up a mop and the Witch rushes off on a broom, washing and scrubbing. Cry... I say cry, I want it so much...
Ian wants it so much... he has to cry, but how? No tears... Dry eyes, staring at the floor and that's it... There are no tears, but he asks... I have to cry... Why don't I have tears? How is it with Aunt Polina in our village? Vasya died of leukemia at the age of ten, now they are burying her son, the coffin is already standing near the pit, but the mother is not crying... The old women say: cry, Polya, cry... She stands there and her eyes are dry, if not here. ..
- Tomorrow I’ll take a day off from the boss, let’s go file for divorce, I’ve disgraced you, Anka... I’ve embarrassed myself...
- Joe..., Anna and I filed for divorce...
- Well, that's right...
John collected the papers from the table and put them in his closet, locking it with a key. He sat down in his chair again, looked at the clock on the wall, spun back in his chair and looked at the video camera... There was still half an hour left until the end of work, time would fly by with chatter.
- How did you meet her?
- Yes, they meet a retard, they get to know each other in a retarded manner. Think about it... In short, I served as a soldier in Buchstehudy... I leave by car at five in the evening, I’m in a hurry to get home, well, I left the checkpoint and looked at the road, back and forth, driving alone along the sidewalk, but I didn’t realize that they were Russians They ride bikes without brakes in their heads. How she crashed right into my door and fell..., jumped out, saying everything was okay? She’s babbling something in Russian, you’ll understand... She grabbed her bike and walked on, limping...
I followed her, saying there is a first aid kit, let me at least put on a bandage? She looks around, smiles, and moves on, driving her bike. It turns out that their camp is nearby, first they are assigned there, they are quarantined there for half a year, their teeth are inserted, gold and iron are pulled out, they are taught German, a place of residence is selected in order to move them closer to their already living relatives.
Driving home. Her moronic face stands before my eyes and that’s it, her idiotic smile. I can’t sleep at night, I think about her, how I put a spell on her, Bitch... I understand everything, well, why do I need her? But I can’t help myself... By the evening of Saturday I told our people that they were on duty in the unit at night, but I arrived and was waiting in the barracks, my room... when will the disco start there?
I came and saw her immediately. It’s worth..., their guys don’t invite her, all the girls are dancing, this one stands and dances, like she’s being sold on a panel. She looks around... With her eyes she looks for who will like her? It's funny and that's all...

And there the local girls are fine, theirs are also normal, but this one... My mother, a ten-year-old child, compared to everyone else. I approached her, well, we danced, then invited her to go out for a smoke. She doesn't smoke, but she follows me as if under hypnosis.
And she got into the car, and took me to the forest, and fucked me... and this fool also turned out to be a girl, she stained my seat with blood. Then I remind her that the one who hit me on Wednesday... He doesn’t remember... Think about it, he doesn’t remember... I think I’ll meet him tomorrow, I’ll say that we fucked yesterday, will he remember?

Then I only found out that the bike had no brakes, and we began to communicate more often... the locals throw away their bikes, and the camp ones pick them up, from two or three they collect one and ride. Well, she pulls me towards her and that’s it... she waits for me at the unit at five, gets into the car and goes into the forest to fuck.
Then I rush home, and she gets to the camp alone. Anna is in my head..., the longer I'm with her, the closer she is to me... We got married modestly, a colleague from my side, a little mermaid from Anna's side as witnesses, sat in a restaurant and fled. That's the whole wedding, but the parents are against it...
- Does she have a family, is she alone, or is there anyone? – John asked.
Ian and John went to the exit of the institution and the conversation already continued on the street, towards the garages.
- Yes, my mother and brother are just as unfinished, my father died just before the detour, he got worried, ran around with papers and customs and died... They were assigned to live in Meckefeld, this is near Hamburg, from the Harburg district.
Just think, I’m friends with her, and I’m studying them through the Internet, what kind of people are they? The Kazakh and Volga Germans got it from their leader, but when I found out her last name, I was amazed - how did you survive there?! Hitler is their last name... It’s crazy, there are probably no Hitlers here, they tried to get rid of such tails, but they are there... Hitlers, they live and live...
Ian opened his car, and John went to his, said goodbye and left until tomorrow.
Now the same two types are sitting on the sofa in Ian’s apartment and deciding, discussing, thinking:
- Ian, you need to find her.., you will see Anna and.., I don’t know, maybe this is love? The soul doesn’t let go and that’s all? The brains decide one thing, but they can’t give orders to the soul, huh?
- What, huh? I know how I renounced her and kicked her with my feet and hands, and now: hello..., love... Or rather, “I’m crazy about you, my darling, Anna!” Okay, tomorrow I'll go to Meckefeld. Lord, why did you fall on my head, Anna?! Why the hell do you seem to me everywhere? Witch...
Anna’s mother did not agree to give any information to her daughter, and then she generally came up with a version so that only Ian would lag behind, saying that our Annushka disappeared in an unknown direction, maybe she is no longer alive?
- Well, he’s lying.., well, mother is lying.., why is she lying?!
John suggested an easier option:
- How old is your brother?
- Fifteen..., something like that...
- So buy it..., first the steward offers it, then higher, for five hundred, not only his sister, he will sell himself for organs. At this age they all smoke, does he need money for cigarettes, or?
One hundred marks was enough for Jan to buy her address from Anna’s brother, and the address was Italian, and besides, Anna’s last name was now again not hers... Married...
Ian arrived on the island of Sardinia, in the small town of Stintino, in the morning, and immediately went along the stone-lined streets to look for the house where Anna lives. He had to get lost a little, but he first found the local tourist office on the map, and the staff gave him a more detailed map and even marked the route with a pencil, explaining everything in English.

I knocked on the window, and Anna herself came out through the gate. She became tanned, gained a little weight, and indeed had long hair tied in a ponytail. There was no surprise in her face and eyes, as if she knew that he was about to appear on her threshold.
- Hello...
- Hello...
- Why did you come?
- Behind you...
-  Behind me?
- And you, it turns out, got married?
- Turns out...
- Anna, let’s step aside, is there a conversation?
- Oh, I remembered the name, but I thought that my name was ****? Anna sounds strange from your lips...
- Come on, forget it, this is stupid...
- Because of your stupidity, my soul still drags a trail of blood behind it, through the years, and it will be like this all my life...
- Let's at least move away? We need to talk...
- I have a baby, I gave birth to my son a month ago, I woke up, I need to feed... Sofia will come home from work at one o’clock, I’ll ask you to sit and come to the cafeteria, just go and hide yourself, okay? I'll be there at one o'clock or a little later, now go...
- You've gotten better... Well, I'm off... just come, we definitely need to talk...
- Go, go, I'll come...
She loves Me!!! - Yana beat in his temples..., he still loves him, even after this, and how did I not notice all this? But really, I saw her like this on TV and in videos? What the hell, who did I please?! Yes, I love her.., I only need her, Anna!
What an idiot I am, because even in sex I only liked to be with her, did I take a mistress to hurt her? Does it look like this? But why? Who needed it, to make her unhappy, I compared all the women with her, I looked for a little of her in each? Lose it on purpose so that you can look for it again? Found it... I'm a fool...
Ian was waiting for Anna on the street, he was not sure that she would come, but when he saw her figure still far away, he was very happy. In his head he built up many options for how he would persuade Anna to go back to Germany with him. How he will ask for forgiveness and beg to forgive. What should he do there, alone, in this Hamburg, without Anna? Suffer for her? To fall into a psychiatry, or get hit by a car, as it was then? “No.., Anna must be returned, she’s mine! Mine and no one else’s...”
- How long have you been waiting?
Anna had her hair down and it was really long and gorgeous. He reached out his hand and touched them, as he had dreamed, and lately he had been dreaming a lot and everything about Anna, touching her.
- All life...
- Okay... you didn’t know how to get rid of me, and now you’re telling stories... Where did you get the address from?
- Your brother sold it for a hundred...
- How are they doing?
- Nothing.., they live... Anya, I didn’t understand anything, I fell for the opinion of the crowd... I needed you and only needed you. It’s a huge mistake, my biggest mistake, that I lost you.
Anna listened attentively and just said:
- Well, well... it cost you a lot of effort to make a mistake. If my memory serves me right, you then called me your ERROR, and wanted to correct it quickly...
- It’s not true, Anya... I never called you that. Yes, John greets you. He also gave me some money on the way to you...
There was silence... Anna lowered her head and spoke:
- Joe is your best friend... he was jealous of us, you know? Za-vi-do-val... Therefore, I felt it, he was turning you against me... He is reasonable, punctual and very correct, he won’t grab a foreign girl in a disco and drag her into the forest. He would never be blown away like we were, so he couldn’t look at the happy, crazy people. Joe is not given to love...


- Annushka, shall we go back home? I will carry you in my arms and kill anyone who looks at you like that?! Anya.., I can’t live without you: you sit in my head, in my heart, in my soul, in everything. I'm crazy, you understand, you, you, you are everywhere!!! Even in dreams you, Anya... in all dreams you are now!!! Yes, I will love your son the same way I raise my own... yes, I already love him, really! It's yours, it's mine too! How, oh how did you manage, while loving me, to marry some Italian? Move THAT far?
- Ian, imagine that there are SUCH deep mental wounds that never heal. And the more a person loves, the less likely it is that he will be able to forgive. I still love you madly, I always have and will always love you. There, near the checkpoint, the meeting was not unnoticed by me, I fell in love with you right there...
I looked for you at the disco with my eyes, I was waiting for you there, I gave myself to you with joy, just so that we could always be together. You always saw me as just a fool, because... I didn’t know how to speak German like you did, you laughed at my German, but how could I learn it when you didn’t talk to me at all, you were ashamed to communicate with me, only it was not shameful to have sex, and then only in the last time I started telling everyone: “We haven’t slept together for a long time,” I felt it all... I never cried, do you know why? From such grief - my beloved betrays me, there were not even tears.
- Anya, I’m completely different now, completely, well... let’s get to know each other again, as if we just met and nothing happened? Let's?
- What are you saying, Ian? How will we continue to live together? I will try to forget everything, but just by looking into your eyes, the past will immediately appear as if it happened now. For me this will not be life, no matter how well you treat me now, it will be every second TORTURE...
If I just remember you, and I think about you every minute I live, tears immediately flow like hail... And I can’t leave everything here. Antonio and I have five children, with five in common... He is a widower and his children immediately accepted me as their mother... if I leave them, it will be for all of them the loss of their mother again, now also of their younger brother - Andriano... ..
- My God... how did you decide to have four children, what kind of necessity forced you to do this, Anna... you yourself are twenty-five years old?!
- When Tony and I corresponded via the Internet, I didn’t care where I was going or who would take me, he wrote about himself that he was a widower and had one daughter. He came to Germany and got married, but he doesn’t have a daughter, he has four sons... He deceived me from the beginning...


From this, again, I live from deception.., but can it be called life, I do not live my life, I give birth and raise children that are not my own, I do not live in my own country, I do not speak my language, the wrong person touches me.. And what difference does it make to me now who is next to me: an angel or a devil, if I do not have the right to be and live next to the person I love? This is not my life, my fate is buried there, I died back then, from lack of love...
- Anya, everything will be fine with us, I will treat you THIS way, pray for you all my life, I only need you... I understood this, you know, then I didn’t understand that you are half of my soul, do not exist for me others... I didn’t understand this, I also went crazy, and I thought that this state could be repeated many times and experienced with others.
Anna looked at Ian affectionately and answered with a smile:
- Fool.., if “the roof has flown away”, that means it is no longer there, why fly off many more times? Yang... it's time for me to go, time to feed the baby... Goodbye...
Ian grabbed Anna by the shoulders and turned her towards him, looking into her eyes and said:
- I will die here under your threshold, die of poverty and hunger, I will kill your Tony and take his place, but without you, my beloved woman, I will not go anywhere, I have nowhere to leave you...
Soon Ian ran out of money, and he left a cheap hotel, moved to live on the street, spent the night wherever he had to, ate whatever they gave him, what his acquaintances and compassionate people already here would treat him to. Yan was not hired anywhere because... he had no housing, no registration here, and he was a stranger, not one of his own, a tramp...

Local owners of fishing boats hired him to work for them in the event that one of their regular fishermen, for some reason, could not go to sea. But he worked unofficially and received payment immediately as they moored to the shore, or after unloading fish from the longboat.
Sometimes he worked as a fish seller, right there on the shore, and local single women, and there were quite a few of them, tried to pick up such a tall and handsome guy, which could make his life easier and arrange it, but he always told them: “I can’t..., I love Anna." Local residents gave him the nickname Pirate, but those who knew him personally called him by name.
The main thing is that Anna was nearby, he felt with all the cells of his body and soul that she was here..., she lives with him under the same sky, the same rain drenches them, they rejoice at the same news and go to bed at the same time, get up the same way. Ian can see Anna, if he is not at sea, every day, even stop and persuade:
- Annushka, it’s difficult for you, the children are one smaller than the other, grab your Chelintano and let’s go to the German embassy, ;;we’ll tell everything there and they’ll bring us back?
But one day, when he once again tried to persuade Anna, holding a strand of hair in his palms and stroking it, she suddenly said, looking into Ian’s eyes:
- Wait for me, darling, tonight by the sea, I’ll come after twelve, wait right at the stairs to the beach...
- Anna, your Tony is cheating on you... why is he better than me? I saw, I peeped through your window, how he grabbed this Sofia and dragged her into another room, your bedroom there.
- Ian, you will do anything, even lie, to get me... don’t do that...
At night they had sex on the beach sand, like then, wildly and like then..., in the forest, right in the middle, between his part and her camp for displaced people. But this was not the same Anna, and not the same Ian. He is now a Pirate, and she is Evil Anna, which he did not suspect yet. Why angry? Life..., betrayal, lies, mockery and betrayal of a loved one made a young woman so cruel.
TREASON... Why is the word treason so scary when it concerns the homeland - just a piece of land and the people who live on it? And why is it, this word TREASON, so insignificant in the sense of cheating on a loved one? This is how to look from which side to approach the homeland? Is the motherland itself right to demand courage and protection from a person? Isn’t it itself to blame for the fact that now a person is risking his life?
Englisch



Lyubimaya, lyubimyy, eto tot chelovek, kotorogo nikogda ty ne zabudesh', budesh' do kontsa svoyey zhizni prosypat'sya i zasypat' s mysl'yu, s imenem na ustakh yeyo, yego. I vse eti ostal'nyye nadumannyye kem-to idealy otstupayut, tukhnut, bleknut, teryayutsya po sravneniyu s chuvstvom, pod nazvaniyem LYUBOV'!!!!

Na sleduyushchiy den' utrom Yan ushol v more s rybatskim sudnom na nedelyu. Kogda on vernulsya, khozyain varkasa poprosil Yana prodat' neskol'ko yashchikov ryby, tol'ko potom tot poluchit za vso raschot. K Yanu podoshla Sofiya, pokazala pal'tsem na tri krupnykh ryby, na ney byl chornyy platok i chornoye plat'ye. Yan, skladyvaya etu rybu v paket, pointeresovalsya, pochemu Sofiya v chornom?



Beloved, beloved, this is the person whom you will never forget, you will wake up and fall asleep for the rest of your life with a thought, with the name on her lips, him. And all these other ideals contrived by someone recede, fade, fade, are lost in comparison with the feeling called LOVE!!!!

The next morning, Ian went to sea with a fishing boat for a week. When he returned, the owner of the varkas asked Jan to sell several boxes of fish, only then he would receive payment for everything. Sofia approached Ian, pointed her finger at three large fish, she was wearing a black scarf and a black dress. Jan, putting this fish in a bag, asked why Sofia was wearing black?
She replied:
- “We buried Anna yesterday...”
Jan rushed to run to Anna's house, and on the way he met one of Antonio's children. The one to the question: where is mom? He answered immediately: “She died...”
- No.., not that mother, not the first, Mom Anna?!
- Mom Anna died..., drowned...
Ian began banging on the windows of the house, and Anna’s husband immediately came out of the gate in black trousers and a black shirt.
- Tony... tell me, what’s wrong with Anna?!

- We buried her yesterday... Anna is from Kazakhstan, and there is a steppe there, there is no sea, she doesn’t know how to swim. She found an abandoned mattress on the beach, lay down on it and swam far away, tourists saw... Then she slipped off it, the mattress immediately floated to the side and Anna began to drown... By the time they came to rescue her, she was already at the bottom, divers were looking... She even floated on this mattress in a dress, and what suddenly popped into her head? They say suicide is...
- Tony.., you’re lying, I don’t believe you!!! – Ian roared throughout the area, “I’ll kill you, Tony!!! I'll kill you, you got Anna!!!
- Do not believe? Went...
- Where?
- You dig up the grave and you will see...
At the local cemetery, Tony led Ian to a fresh grave and said, nodding at a tablet nailed to a peg, it said: “Anna Serra” and below two dates...
- Tony.., leave me alone here?
Anthony went to the exit of the cemetery, and Ian stood and talked to Anna:
- You are evil.., you are evil Anna... You ruined all our plans, that is, my dreams and did not give me the opportunity to fix everything... I should have shot you down then, at the checkpoint and that’s all... It would have been anyway I was acquitted.., you have no brakes... There are no brakes in your head...
Ian went to the exit of the cemetery, and from there to the seashore... He wandered there for a long time, sat on the stones, looked for secluded places to talk aloud to himself in his native language, and scold the evil Anna. Blame her for all his misfortunes, and what happened to him, and then, waiting for darkness, when the stars no longer shone for the two of them, and the dawn would come tomorrow, as it did today, without Anna.., Ian, dressed, went to the sea...
The water grew higher and higher, and when it was already chest-deep, he swam. Ian could swim perfectly and he had to swim so far that if he had changed his mind, he would not have had the strength to go back. He doesn't have to go back. His Anna is not on this shore, there... in the cemetery there is a grave that he does not want to go to, he needs a living one, his Anna, and he still remembers how soft her curls were, smelling of the sea. He remembers how strong her breasts are, full of milk, which still feeds her son Andriano...
“The pirate drowned, the pirate drowned!!!,” they shouted as they ran past the window of forty-year-old Maria.
Maria leaned out the window and shouted to a boy running past:
- What Pirate, dog?
- No, the tramp Pirate, this German...
Maria turned her head and addressed the young woman sitting on the sofa:
- Anna, they caught yours... Let's go and at least have a look, is it him?
These two friends walked in silence all the way to the shore. The corpse was covered with a thin blanket. There was a police car nearby and two policemen nearby. They were waiting for the car they had called to take the dead man to the morgue. Anna recognized Ian by his red shoes. She turned her face to Mary and said, “He.”
When we were walking back, we met Sofia, she greeted Maria and said to Anna:
- Your ex drowned, everyone says... you can go home, the children really think that you died, they are crying... Feed Andriano, otherwise the milk will disappear...
Sofia went further, and Maria, looking at her with a disapproving glance, asked:
- Anna, why haven’t you thrown her out of the house yet?
- Sofia is Tony’s sister, and we live in her house, right?
“She’s as much Tony’s sister as I am your mother.” This is a whore from the village that Tony brought to his wife’s house while his wife was still alive, she inherited him from her grandmother, and so, your husband brought her under the guise of his sister. He’s settled well, a foreigner is raising children, and he’s been fucking the little guy for years, right at home, it’s a shame and that’s all...
The friends were already approaching Maria’s house, she again bewitched:
- Anna.., are you calm now, what about your German?
- Yes... I love him.., but if it’s not me, then no one else should get it... One day he would get tired of this kind of life, he would cling to one of the locals and live together... I couldn’t I wish I could live here and see him with someone else. This is beyond my strength... Previously, I fled to Italy, further away, but now where should I run?
- You're evil, Anna...
- Maria... I have a favor to ask...
- What about the children, there are five of them?!
- Nothing.., but don’t look me into the eyes of a traitor every day.

2009