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ScooterWEB (Russian Scooter Portal) - Корова - Легенда о Корове (eng)

Легенда о Корове (eng)

The guy ran and ran without looking back. He was afraid to see her eyes again, those glowing red eyes, burning with infernal flame. Different thoughts passed through his mind, and there was no way for him to hide from those thoughts. His legs ached terribly, and sweat was covering his eyes.... He stooped and fell on dry lifeless ground. The pain he felt suddenly stopped being important, because he knew that his death is near... The rumble of her hoofs was getting closer and closer....and then her breath started caressing his body with its infernal heat... He turned around and saw her-the cow was beautiful and horrible at he same time. She came closer and in her eyes he saw a pitiful reflection of himself... During some seconds that seemed an eternity to him, the cow looked through him... and the glance was not a glance of the hungry predator. Only cold tenderness reflected in her quiet eyes... She has bent over him and slowly opened that huge mouth of hers... Her eyes filled with blood and she started yelling. Her yell was so terrible that it seemd it could kill every living creature nearby. But the only living creature here was him. The guy buried his face in his hands and burst into tears. The next thing he felt was an unbearable heat in his chest and then...

...Then he woke up in his bed and realized it was just a dream... He sprang to his feet and, with his eyes half-closed, hurried to the bathroom. "What was it all about? - he thought,turning on the bathroom tubes... -I should not update this godddamn website of mine so frequently" He washed his sweaty face and looked into the mirror, that hang above the sink. Oh God!!!!!! On his chest, among the humble remains of the hair the was an inscription, and it seemed it was written through a cliche... "Bramfeld" - it read.

Оригинальная идея - Scar
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Перевод - Ксения

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