told my brother.

Even before the army in the early 1990s, he met a girl. After a night's walk, she left him the address where she lived, because she didn't have a fixed phone.

The next evening, the brother decided to go to her and invite her again for a walk, but the girl was not at home, but at the threshold he was met by a hospitable father:

Don’t be ashamed, come in. We drink tea, and Donna is drawing.



The first thing that came to mind was the number of cockroaches. They were everywhere. Three to four pieces per square meter of any surface: walls, ceiling, furniture. But refusing was already uncomfortable, I went in anyway.



I was sitting somewhere from the hour when it became dark on the street, my father couldn’t stand it.

“Let’s go,” he said, “to look for it. You can sit down until morning and wait.



Both my brother and I went in an unknown direction to find the girl. entered the private sector. The father stopped at a fence and said:

“Stand here, now I’ll look...” and swung through the fence.

For 5-7 minutes, the brother stood by the fence, not understanding, he signed up for such a evening - it was necessary to immediately unfold when he learned that the girl was not at home. Here is Betty’s voice:

Hold on!

Through the fence appeared two hands with a fence. The brother grabbed the pen and pulled on himself. In the cage there were tightly robbed chickens with twisted necks, still warm and some moving.

"Sadly I did not find the bag," said the girl's father with notes of sadness, after being again on this side of the fence, "there was such a good pig, I had to leave.

Okay well. Go home, I’ll tell you that you came in. What is your name?



My brother never saw her again.