- Oh sure.
The man got up and went out into the passage. I deftly skirted starushkiny knees and almost put her into it. He did not make a single step back, and my eyes fell on his right shoulder. I'm terribly blushed and cursed sebyaza cowardice. He, like no longer wanting to feel my resolve and nerves, I stepped aside, and I passed him, gritting his teeth, but most of all I wanted to swing and go to him in the face. I did not recognize myself, and it also scared me.
In the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror: the expression of my eyes were frightened and yet - somehow darkly triumphant. I was not me. In the face went red spots. I've always had very pale, porcelain skin. Polish skin, fair, milk, Genia said. She herself never sunbathed and was proud of her perfect white skin ... I opened the faucet with cold water and washed. Hands shaking ... Christine, I beg you, calm down! You just never flown so nervous. Bring yourself in order. Genia would not have allowed such a panic from scratch is not clear why. Memories of the Director reassured me a little.
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