YA … pomerla v 34

«Krovi nemaye. Strachu tezh. Ochevydno, ya pomerla, ale sche ne vstyhla pidnyatysya nad vlasnym tilom», — persha dumka Sofiyi, yaka trymayet′sya za mokryy vidbiynyk i dyvyt′sya na vlasne roztroschene avto. Vtrata pam'yati — ne nayhirshe, scho z neyu trapylosya. YE sche descho, ale pro tse Sofiya boyit′sya ziznatysya navit′ sama sobi. Smak porochu, zmishanoho iz zemleyu, yakyy chas vid chasu z'yavlyayet′sya na yazytsi, nibyto tsilkom pidtverdzhuye, scho yiyi strach vypravdanyy. Kudy Sofiya yichala travnevym rankom pered zitknennyam, zvidky na yiyi rutsi braslet, a vdoma — porozhnya plyashka z-pid viski ta smorid tsyharok, yakych vona nikoly ne brala do ruk? Use tse lyahaye temnoyu plyamoyu v pam'yati ta staye pochatkom neprostoho shlyachu poshukiv i zdohadok, scho pryvodyt′ Sofiyu na inshyy kinets′ svitu.