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I have found a small cave in stones where I could be hammered. A back washing has been protected from an attack. Nights in this mysterious country demanded a great patience and courage and I always, with trouble waited for them. I slept very much with watchfulness, waking up at the slightest rustle and consequently nights did not bring to me rest.Suddenly I have listened.
I heard it? No, this shout was born in my brain. I have knelt, trying to understand, who it calls about the help? The appeal whence has reached?
And in the third time this mad dumb call for help has come. Care ordered to me to remain on a place. But I could not close to myself ears, more correctly, could, but shout sounded in me. And I could not resist to it - what it would not be strange, but it was the call for help - Gateja?... Inna?... It could be both that and another. In this magical country all could be.
I have rejected all thoughts on own safety and have got upwards. The wind blew to me in the person. It brought any smell - not a stench, but also not divine sweet which communicated in my brain with Gunnoroj, with the Lunar Sanctuary, from the wood lady. I did not know this smell.
Though I knew that I do nonsense, having gone to a way at night, I went forward, attentively looking round and listening. And I not blindly moved forward. I stopped often and waited, when the call for help will again be distributed.
Light gleams were still visible, but anything else. Anything, except that incomplete sensation that wait for you, for you hope. And this sensation grew with each my step uphill.
Fortunately, on a slope the bush grew and I could use it for support. At last, I have entered into a fog which has shrouded me in a muddy raincoat. Moisture drops have settled on the person. And still I rose upwards, to weak light which made the way through this curtain.
Through everyone some steps I stopped and looked round. Though I saw nothing in a fog, but tried to listen. In a fog was very much it and it, appear, absorbed all sounds as I heard nothing.
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