Mne zyabko. Ya most. Ya lezhy nad yshel'em. Pal'tci nog - na odnoi storone.
Pal'tci ruk tceplyautsya za druguyu. Moi plasch pazvevaetcya po obe storoni
ot menya. Daleko vnizy - ledyanoi potok. Ni odin turist ne osmelilsya pod-
nyat'sya na takuyu visotu. Ya lezhu i zhdu. Ya mogu tol'ko zhdat'.
Odnazhdi ya uslishal zvuk shagov. Ko mne, ko mne... Vipryamis', most,
prigotov'sya viderzhat' doverennogo tebe passazhira.
On prishel, isproboval moyu krepost' posredstvom metallicheskoi palki.
Podobral poli moego plascha. Utknul konetc palki v moyu kustistuyu shevelyuru.
I ostavil ee tam nadolgo, pozabiv obo mne, rassmatrivaya vse vokrug.
Vdrug oboimi nogami on prb|gnul na samuyu serediny moego slabogo tela.
Ya zadrozhal ot nevb|nosimoi boli, ne zhaya chto proisxodit. Kto eto bb|l?
Rebenok? Samoubiytsa? Symasshedshiy? Barbar?
I ya povernulsya... uvidet' ego. Mostu - povernut'sya! Ya ne uspel eto
sdelat', kak pochuvstvoval, chto nachinayu padat'. Upal, i v odno mgnovenie
bb|l rasterzan ostrb|mi kamnyami, temi, chto vsegda tak mirno glazeli na
menya iz-pod vodb|.
The idea is certainly not mine, just the exposition.
hoping to stay alive, another Newbe.