Текст песни Истории на ночь от NOSFERATU - Дневник отшельника

I'll start with a little intro. I live in St. Petersburg, and three years ago I graduated from the mining institute with a degree in engineering geology. I joined the TOMS group of companies as an intern, and soon they sent me to Kamchatka - there they began to develop gold ore. I was sent on a business trip to assess the terrain. There I quickly completed the task and went for a walk in the woods, taking the navigator with me. Relying on him, he went quite far away from the development site - the forests there are still unexplored, untrodden. Grace. After an hour, the junny came upon a hut. Something surprised me, and only then I saw an electric torch hanging on the porch. In the middle of the forest is not that electricity, even the road was not, because he looked simply ridiculous. I went inside. Looking around, I noticed a computer on my desk — old, covered in dust. He was probably already a dozen years old - there was no power, which is quite logical. There was a floppy disk on the table — I haven't seen them for a year since 2003. Taking it with me and examining the rest — a small bed, a chair, a refrigerator, a generator — I left the house.

Returning to the development base, I found out that the floppy disk drive is on one computer in the archive. I asked Sergeyitch, the local worker for permission to work, to insert a diskette into the drive. There was a single Word document file. There was no name - just “New Document”. Opening it, I found the text below.

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A DIARY

FIRST DAY, 06/15/1999

Finally. I had been preparing this place for three months already — first I found the workers who built the hut (I had to drive them along an intricate path so that nobody would reveal my current refuge). Then he dragged the generator in parts and assembled it, placed a small windmill on the roof. The technician had to be disassembled into details, in order to bring here - there is no way, even paths. But now my work will pay off. For all my life in the civilized world, only problems showered on me - but now that I have sold all the property and moved here, everything will be calm and good. Diary decided to keep, so there was no feeling of loneliness. Familiar psychologist advised. But so far there are no problems.

DAY THREE, 17.06.1999

I am drawn into the hermit's rural life. Hmm ... a little hard. But there is no time to be bored - to chop firewood, to melt a stove, to weed up a bed ... Though there is a lot of fuel, but it is necessary to save. I already regret that I brought a refrigerator - there is enough cellar. But what I noticed is that I sleep worse here. At night, sometimes wake up, I can not sleep.

DAY SEVEN, 06/21/1999

For the first time decided to go on the berries. I collected a blueberry bucket - and it is still a dime a dozen. I will prepare, probably, for the winter. To go, perhaps, on the hunt?

DAY EIGHT, 06.06.1999

Apparently, the hallucinations began. Was on the hunt. He hunted down a deer at a watering place, he heard a shutter click, rushed into the bushes - shot him down. Hooves stuck out. I remember exactly. In the meantime, he descended from the tree and went to the undergrowth, the body disappeared somewhere. Only a bloody puddle remained. Yes, the moss is wrinkled - at first I thought about a wolf or a bear, but then ... neither the wolf nor the bear could so quickly drag off the corpse of an adult deer. Yes, and they do not drag the corpses. If they eat carrion, then in place. Now I doubt if there was a deer, or did it all come to me?

DAY FIFTEEN, 07.07.1999

I have not written for a long time ... a whole week. But now obliged. Three days after the hunt, everything was quiet. Everything flowed as usual - no problems. On the fourth day I noticed that the patch had been trampled. The fence is not broken, not collapsed. The gate is not torn off. However, the bed is worn out. Not her magpies were smiled. I decided not to sleep at night, to see who could tread. In the hands of a gun squeezed, climbed onto the roof and waited. And it’s already a dream to start a beginning, but kill anyone. I already got off to get off, as if I slammed right behind my back — I jerked with a fright and fell from the roof. All that time to notice - a dark silhouette on the roof. I woke up the next morning - my leg was swollen and dislocated. Straightened somehow, bandaged, now lame. The sixth day passed quietly. And tonight woke up from a knock. Out the window. Slipped to look - no one. He lit the light. Slept with him.

DAY SEVENTEEN, 07/09/1999

The last two nights I hear scrambling on the wall. From the windows can not see anything, I'm afraid to go out. Maybe use a walkie-talkie?

DAY TWENTY, 07/12/1999

Heck. Antenna on the roof broke. More precisely, he broke. I'm already sure that someone reasonable is hanging around. And wants something from me. Tried to leave food - uselessly, does not take. I sleep now with a gun at hand.

DAY TWENTY-FIRST, 13.07.1999

Creature. Otherwise, I can not name. Tonight, a hare carcass slashed to my window was thrown to shreds. Hint? A warning? Who knows. He stabbed the windows. It is necessary tomorrow morning to go to the village and wait until this creature leaves.

EVENING TWENTY FIRST DAY

Now also in the afternoon. What do you wan't from me?! I have not done anything wrong ... I have not done anything to him. I'm afraid to go out, flunked the entrance. The creature walks outside, I hear the quiet rustle of leaves.

TWENTY-SECOND DAY

Everything. Everything became clear to me.

Goodbye diary. I am sure: this is the last entry.

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When I finished reading, feelings