From the Dairy.
She cut off with a knife for cutting papers - removed half a pillow of her thumb. Blood flushed at once, as if the water crane had broken through - dark, borded - on the papers lying on the table, on the table itself, on my white shirt... I pressed the cut, and she, shrunk, blood, in the sense, through the fingers, drops on the floor - only overwhelmed.
The light, the light, bring the bandage.
The secretary entered the office - I did not have time to negotiate. He flew in, but immediately fell. In the fainting. It was the first time in my life that I saw a man faint. The light became white-white, the eyes blinked and gently so, delicately to say, lay down at my feet. I cut off, you remember? Do not forget about the bloodshed. She’s falling, by the way. In general, I knock the secretary on the cheeks, and then the boss came in. For a week, Szuco, did not appear, and today to work suddenly decided. He stuck in the door, the papers broke out and stumbled. This is like men from horror orts - I heard exactly today for the first time. He really then justified everything that it was a surprise. Wrong in my opinion. He seemed to have decided that I was angry at the secretary.