Ghost. Russia

 A message from Vladimir Smirnov.

I tried to fall asleep for about 2 hours, but there was a feeling as if someone was looking out the window at me, I thought about myself that I was "overheated", and again I tried, already by force, to fall asleep, closed my eyes, turned away to the wall and thought: at least that, but do not open my eyes (1). I lay facing the wall for 8-10 (12) minutes; I couldn't lie on my left side like that anymore, but I didn't want to look at the window, but the feeling of looking outside the room intensified, and I began to look at the window anyway.

The window on the sides has green curtains with squares in the middle, a tulle curtain with flowers, elongated lines up. I watched it for about half an hour (I couldn't sleep in one eye, it felt a little creepy).

I'm starting to express myself a little obscenely: "What the fuck is this?" and everything else. But nothing helps, a black box of block 9 is visible through the curtain. at home and on the 9th floor. one of the entrances has a light (on duty) on the landing, I gradually seem to be shackled, I seem to freeze myself, although warm, and my legs are normal and my nose too.

Something starts to go wrong here. Purely feminine eyes appear (2), but strange, such big beautiful eyebrows, long, he is also strange (3-1). It becomes almost uncomfortable when I look at the throbbing face, everything is visible through the tulle, as if there were no curtain.

For the first few minutes, "baba" looks like a "Plutal melancholy of femininity" "Robot".

I was sitting approximately in the middle of the couch (2), but I was all shackled and thought that I was really "going crazy", I couldn't move my arm or leg, it started to hurt under my knees, but it was impossible to move my arms and legs: it felt a little like this (or you'll sit out a leg or an arm like-that) is straining, but it's strange that you can't do anything.

After the eyes, the face appeared completely, an even neck, surprisingly rounded, without recesses and folds, and most likely did not even have a throat (it did not look like a witch, it felt like something - that the end, in other words, would come, and it immediately became so insulting, but without tears.)

"The woman was visible half a palm above the navel, the rest is not visible (well, below, I mean). It was a shame that the breasts were not visible, although in theory they probably should be, if she was a woman ... (4). (Vital, look properly at the sketch sheet). I probably won't describe it that way, but the sketches seem to show what this "girl" who came to the "abnormal" artist represents. The clothes she was wearing were very strange (our designers should have learned: first of all, everything is like her, but not like people (5)).

I didn't have a watch in my room, and I just looked at the time when I was going to sleep, and then the time went by approximately.

During the time that when we looked at each other, I probably blinked, but I saw "her" blinking only twice; maybe she blinked more at the time when I blinked, but "she" didn't blink like me, smoothly, like like falling asleep.

The eyelashes were about 5-6 cm long. It was noticeable when I closed my eyes these two times. At that time, I noticed that they had some kind of milky-diluted film, all in various "holes" (3-4). The nose, even if you lick it, it's creepy for the lips not to touch it, but also to look, and after all, they didn't move, didn't say anything:

"Come on, Volokha, your wife is behind the wall, she's not sleeping with you," or "Here I am" - and after all, you'll be quiet and you won't take sin on yourself, and what kind of offspring will you have!!" - this was in my head when "she" She made a "sign" with her hand (4).

It was already morning. I heard that a guy seemed to be going to work alone and sent a dog, which is not clear in which entrance he lives, in his own words; then there were conversations, the sky was brightening, lights appeared in the house opposite, and the "woman" was, and is). She slowly ran her hand "over the glass" with an unusually outstretched palm.

My right arm felt like for a short time, well, I felt the tension go off my right arm, and the pain stopped. I jerked my hand sharply and crossed myself with an incomprehensible speed (I don't know how), and a blinding flash appeared in front of my eyes, like an electric welding, but it seemed to be with some kind of discharge (lightning, I probably don't know, I was forcefully knocked down on the couch, and "baba" as It evaporated; and I was lying "dead" for about 12.25 - 12.30 days.......

On the wall, it was almost a week and a half, but thank God that I was sitting in the middle of the couch, and if I had been a little closer to the pillow, I would have crashed with such a jerk against the partitions (or as they are called) and hardly

If I got up in the morning, I could fuck my head forever. I haven't seen this "woman" anymore; in general, who knows, maybe I will. After all, it even happened that when you draw other worlds and legends, Atlantis, etc., you often had the feeling that you were being looked at from a balcony, although the window is completely covered with curtains.