Standard morning, foretold nothing troubles.

On job has reached as usually, but on freezing knees has started to understand, that the frost grows stronger. Birds, for some reason did not fly also trees suspiciously squeaked. But since the morning still the brain has not woken up and did not notice about what the nature already shouted: «Lesha, grjadet Piz ….!!!». But Lesha has pulled a cap over eyes and shuroval in office, paying attention only on passing by nice girls.

Day has flown by, as always. I a casual sight have looked on a liked site www.mail.ru, there   where the exchange rate … has looked on strange tsiferki with «– 35» … the Pause … has taken away a sight, has looked in a window … then again at figure «– 35». Fingers of feet have moved in autumn boots. In a head simple mathematical calculation: how much will be, if «– 35» to divide or increase by road to the underground, that is 15 minutes In general at the sum of all composed result one - the freezed feet and a nose.

The people at job therein too have experienced changes in a spatial continuum and home did not hurry. The basic instinct demanded to leave a workplace and to bring down home, but the fear of the unknown kept me.

There have passed 2 hours, and in the street is dark. A pancake, tsiferka has exchanged with «– 35», on «– 39». The given growth of a course did not please me, I took myself in hands and have gone feet … to an exit from office. A corridor, a door, the excused security guard (as later I have recollected, there was what that strange as though followed me to the grave). And here IT, a door, and behind it temnooo …. And where I am?... Flash in darkness as though over me have poured boiled water. My "sandals" have instantly frozen to a porch. Jerk - and I has gone, soles by miracle remained at me.

I fine understood, that movement is a life. Now for me these words were both in direct, and in figurative sense. The people around somewhere were gone, and what were in street, were similar to sparrows-sprinters, same skukozhennye and quickly running.

Moscow merzla, and merzla it is concrete. My gait reminded the moment from a film «Терминатор-2» when the second robot gets to the tank with liquid nitrogen.

The ill-starred sole was not bent, and I slid. I have ceased to feel feet in 3 minutes. Hands were without gloves and consequently they already on 6 minute were double up in a pocket of a jacket and did not submit life signs. In them has been clamped by death grip mob. Phone. He occasionally called and vibrated, but the cold has made the business and the thermophilic Chinese technics has died from Russian frosts.

The facial expression on the tenth minute of a marathon has taken a form of the smiling dead person.  The white fallen asleep grimace, eyes big and not blinking as have frozen. And here, such dream for Frankenshtejna, stooped, shuruet on not bent feet on dark street in underground "Southwest" direction.

But one thought nevertheless heats me,  after all on road the same frozen goblins nevertheless come across. But is also swine, they go by cars, it warmly, music there plays. But they are exasperated too with a cold!!! They since morning cannot be got, and that it is even better, can decay on among road and then swine, become goblins.

But is also ugly creatures. Ugly creatures are those whom swine and goblins dream to become. Ugly creatures sit in the big apartments and look from a window on rustling in the bottom of swine and goblins. Sometimes less quick goblin has not time to reach the underground and then it becomes zhmurikom (that is the frozen half-finished product). The Same fate can postignut swine!!!

«Yes, bl … what  only the nonsense in the freezed brain will not come», - I was surprised.

Well, here the underground, from it brings down steam, as from a bath. The people happy and joyful run, creep and squeeze there, and thawing process begins. Eyes are shone, but to smile the muzzle stood is impossible, for the same reason, that!

Well, anything, through pair metro stations the primary icing passes, feet starts to prick, and you can already move with fingers. Minutes through thirty you already you become obsolete and you understand, that the life is adjusted. But to relax it is not necessary, after all the death road «the UNDERGROUND – the HOUSE» still is necessary . Or even 10 minutes of "glacial age".

Yours faithfully,

Alexey Belkov