that it was the flowing water that was swaying the hand of the deceased. I moved against the current from the dead man and finally crouched on the water.

knee-deep. I went towards the ford. As I passed the vertically frozen bus, I again heard the sound coming from inside. I took off my shoes, went into the shallow water, crep

re anyon

e anything. And he recoiled sharply - from the other side, pressing her face against the glass, some girl was looking at me! She said something,

ak the glass! I

tone. For the second time in a day, I had to break glass on a bus. This time it was faster. After the first blow

threw back the stone and looked insi

fifteen crawled out of a round hole in the glass. She had a scratched face and a broken, swollen nose, but that was not what struck me at all. The rescued woman was wearing

air! We almost

rd, fourth... But how many of them are there inside the cabin?! Some of the released girls began

are you

cession Convent," answered a fair-haired girl of about fi

irt was torn from the collar to the waist and also stained wi

slavl highway? - I more or less imagined a map o

turned away, trying to close her torn shirt. The girl who

a big traffic jam. Valentina Pavlovna consulted w

is unlikely that the driver and the passengers sitting in th

yone else alive? I as

r and began to quickly r

When the bus crashed, Liza was injured, covered in blood and broken. We tried to help her, but she got stuck upside down. Lisa asked us to ho

back into the dark, death-filled bus and check whether their classmate was alive or not. Everyone looked at me e

out! I made up my mi

the bodies, bloodied and heaped in a jumble of broken chairs. But one body was separate from the rest, it hung high above the ground, almost at the very tail of the bus, catching

e back rows. It turned out to be unbearably stuffy here, from the heat and heavy air it began to stir up. Leaning my foot on the inactive lighting cover, I crawled closer to the girl hanging upside down and tried to free my stuck leg. How did she get so lucky... I tried to straighten the girl

your classmate is alive," I told the audien

an suddenly moaned disti

river and brought water with folded hands. From somewhere appeared a handkerchief soaked in water, with which they wiped the bloo

you plannin

e not yet been made beyond the exit of the bus. Leaving the girls here meant dooming them to certain death, beca

to the bridge and watc

e hell, do you really have to check yourself? I quickly ran upstairs an

out to be the leader of the entire company of schoolgirls. She was the only one who spoke, the other girls just nodded sile

e boarding school as soon as poss

ere, about a hundred kilometers, and you can only get there by car. And now, when deadl

s, then any normal man would come to the rescue of schoolgirls in trouble. But what they now asked of me crossed all conceivable boundaries

rding school for orphans. In addition to this boarding school, they simply have nowhere to go, and f

e that? I couldn

e cruelty of real life. And I fully understand your doubts - the road is long and dangerous, you won't take risks for a simple "

I wanted to help Lisa Svyatova, but the fact is that she asked for something difficult, almost unrealistic - to deliver her and other schoolgirls to Sergiev Posa

ther it was possible in principle to fulfill the girl's request. This will most likely have to bypass all more or less large settlements and highways over which space hunters will circle. Maybe

and deliver you to Sergiev Posad. But we need to prepare for such a journey and collect at least some info

ed, accepting such conditio

tly, I just asked any of the girls to go upstairs and see if danger is flying? But in the end, I had to do everything myself. That's not h

ed around. A clear starry sky, the chirping of grasshoppers in the grass, the croaking of frogs under the bridge. Idyll. Maybe the danger has passed? I would like to believ