To us said, that among them will be кикбоксеры. We have spat on this information. Abuse, type we consider themselves on something capable. Yes, we have risen, though among us and there were a lot of left people which has decided to debut in this fight in ОФ.
We leave on a path between two football grounds. On the right and at the left fences with a metal grid. On the left field muzhiks play football. We in white T-shorts. We are under construction. We compress more densely numbers. Metres in ten leaves them моб. Is under construction. Football players cease to play and approach to a grid. Look at action. We start to converge …
I fly in crowd, I stumble, I fall on knees and there and then I grasp feet of two persons, I pull on myself, they fall. I am their foot that is forces. In a head slips “Kill them on ***, yes kill them!”. Instead of it their back rows start to beat to me in a head feet, I can not be protected, I can not release a foot. Painfully, devilishly painfully to receive on a head from кикбоксеров.
From above on me someone falls. I think nothing, before eyes a kaleidoscope of feet, hands, white and red T-shorts. Where I have got?
I fall on the earth, I close hands a head … Strange, but during this moment I start to think of any absolutely extraneous things, about that what earth cold and crude, about that what неважнецкая in the street weather. I do not see we lose or we win, only a small scrap of the naked earth before a nose. Shouts are somewhere absolutely close audible. Terribly. It occurs not to me … any foolish feeling of dispassionateness comes to mind. “It occurs not to me, and with someone another” – I try to convince myself of it.
Edges start to crack from blows. How many me the person beats? I have time to regret, that I am not the happy owner of additional pair eyes on a nape. Blow on a kidney. The wild wave of a pain, overflows me. Thoughts take off away from a head. What for I in all it was got involved? Felt an interior that will kill us.
I try to rise, the kick from above there and then follows. Thank God, not on asphalt we fight, differently hardly someone could see these lines. From blow the head enters into the earth. What it firm.
The opponent shouts … charge the name of the firm. We have lost. I try to turn over on a back. Kidneys and edges instantly respond a pain. I can not turn over, I flounder as fish ashore. What it with me such?
Hurrah, it was possible to turn over. I lift a head, and inside all grows cold. In metre from me our guy lays on a stomach. Looks before itself, small shivers all body. It is spat by blood. Well everything, have arrived.
Somehow I rise, I hobble to it. I try to lift its body. It in without consciousness. What it heavy, precisely bag hardly filled by bones and meat. All the same I lift and I lean to a grid. My hands in blood. Lines, whence at it blood goes? On the right cheek I see at it a tumour in size with an apple. I shout, that have brought sal ammoniac. Someone puts in a hand a bottle with it. I pull together from it a T-short and I pour out some drops of liquid ammonia on it. I spend before his nose. Reactions are not present. I look in the face. Probably on always, I will remember expression of his eyes. They were precisely подернутые a film, there was a sensation, that it blind and пялится somewhere in emptiness.
- Give, братан, inhale.
The guy it is noisy inhales … sal ammoniac does not operate. I put an open bottle to it in a nostril. Опа, eyes have revived. The guy tries to be pulled out, I press it to a grid more strongly.
- All is normal, all has ended.
I look back. I see laying bodies. Someone tries to rise, someone lift, hardly in a distance try to set to the guy a hand. How so? Still never lost so strongly.
Further I remember sketchy. I remember, how licked wounds in park on a bench as someone has brought vodka. Hardly cops later have approached. Asked why we such beaten, any reasonable grandma has worked to call the squad. We assert, that played football rigid. To us suggest to leave this place in a current of three minutes. Cops leave.
Hardly I suppress nausea attacks. The head is turned, the world on the sly departures. Such sensation as if at the world you look because of aquarium walls. The brother for a shoulder suffices, I ask to bring sal ammoniac. I take a small bottle, вдхаю a full breast. In a head clears up. Has released.
After this fight something has inside broken. A month later the organism was completely restored. That guy who was spat by blood, has received crisis of the top jaw, a brain concussion and some months of a hospital cot. Somewhere in subconsciousness угнездился fear. Inexplicable animal fear. Now, when I rise, each time before myself I see that guy, to me is what to lose, I wildly do not wish to repeat its destiny, but we should win, that I could break myself what to restore a self-trust differently cannot be. The victory is necessary to us only!