RE: дупка - пламен - страв
03-05-2017, 07:15 PM
Point [154]
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On the way here I saw some workers - Alicia, Hakim Wunli, and of course Old Zeke himself - unhitching the tractor from Zeke's house. They put it on logs to just roll it uphill but that's still fairly difficult, which is why they only made about 30 feet of progress since noon. It's good that Zeke was open to moving; it seems like he's a little less stubborn than Ernst and he's willing to listen to people who've lived here for a while. I think it was George Packard who went to meet with him.
They were angry at Bud today. Visnin said he should have known not to give a kid a horse in the middle of the night without explanation - sometimes kids think they have something to do that's really important, but it's really not. Bud's not supposed to talk to me from now on. George Packard thought it was supreme foolishness to let a kid wander off on her own, but it was even bigger foolishness to try to go out to help people who had indicated no interest in our help. Beti Kostov said that one of the search parties could have gotten hurt - Bud wasn't only risking me and his horse. I stood outside the grocery store with Angel while they went to town in there. Angel hugged me tight when I came home this morning and cried but we haven't talked about why I did it. Alsea was maybe the nicest to me, saying I had a blessed soul, but she was distracted measuring things about the wrinkly black-eyed baby. I noticed her fumbling with the stethoscope which makes me think the MS is getting worse. Stjarna was at the school when I got to the hospital and I haven't seen her today.
I didn't do any work today but I felt like I should have. Whenever I was alone I'd hear that radio voice again and start shivering so rapidly it hurt. I tried sleeping around noon but I couldn't figure out how to shut down my brain so I just lay there with my eyes shut for an hour. When I got up everything looked even more weird than it had earlier in the morning - my bed, my books, the rack we hang our kitchen implements from, they all had colors that were slightly too bright or too gray, and when I went outside the world was just foggy and grey. It doesn't quite feel like the same world right now.
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On the way here I saw some workers - Alicia, Hakim Wunli, and of course Old Zeke himself - unhitching the tractor from Zeke's house. They put it on logs to just roll it uphill but that's still fairly difficult, which is why they only made about 30 feet of progress since noon. It's good that Zeke was open to moving; it seems like he's a little less stubborn than Ernst and he's willing to listen to people who've lived here for a while. I think it was George Packard who went to meet with him.
They were angry at Bud today. Visnin said he should have known not to give a kid a horse in the middle of the night without explanation - sometimes kids think they have something to do that's really important, but it's really not. Bud's not supposed to talk to me from now on. George Packard thought it was supreme foolishness to let a kid wander off on her own, but it was even bigger foolishness to try to go out to help people who had indicated no interest in our help. Beti Kostov said that one of the search parties could have gotten hurt - Bud wasn't only risking me and his horse. I stood outside the grocery store with Angel while they went to town in there. Angel hugged me tight when I came home this morning and cried but we haven't talked about why I did it. Alsea was maybe the nicest to me, saying I had a blessed soul, but she was distracted measuring things about the wrinkly black-eyed baby. I noticed her fumbling with the stethoscope which makes me think the MS is getting worse. Stjarna was at the school when I got to the hospital and I haven't seen her today.
I didn't do any work today but I felt like I should have. Whenever I was alone I'd hear that radio voice again and start shivering so rapidly it hurt. I tried sleeping around noon but I couldn't figure out how to shut down my brain so I just lay there with my eyes shut for an hour. When I got up everything looked even more weird than it had earlier in the morning - my bed, my books, the rack we hang our kitchen implements from, they all had colors that were slightly too bright or too gray, and when I went outside the world was just foggy and grey. It doesn't quite feel like the same world right now.
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