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Дейзи преследует странная девочка.

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Персонажи в TYL!-форме.
Вдохновлено песней Флёр - "Да, это так".
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Идея давняя и явно слишком укуренная, чтобы
это исполнил кто-то, кроме меня.
Доставляет также, скорее всего, только мне.

- На самом деле её нет, - чужие слова звучат в голове у Дейзи,
срываются с губ хриплым шепотом. - Нет. Нет.
Чужие, слишком правильные слова.
Она только смеётся. Тихо, чуть с присвистом.
- Дэ-эйзи. Посмотри на меня, Дэйзи.
- Нет, нет, нет. Тебя нет. Уходи. Не сейчас.
- Посмотри, посмотри сюда. Ты же не думаешь, что можешь
избавиться от меня? Что он тебе поможет? - и добавляет с легкой
жалостью, усталым, но полным безграничного терпения тоном,
словно объясняя ребенку, - Он не видит меня, Дэйзи.
Как будто Дейзи не знает и сам. Здесь никто её не видит. Никто о
ней не знает. Некому говорить Дейзи, что её нет. Убеждать его, что
это все ерунда, плод больного воображения. Приходится самому.
Но Дейзи не справляется.
- Он спит. Посмотри же, Дэйзи. Так спокойно. Так крепко.
Не справляется. Нет сил больше отводить взгляд. Нет сил жмурить
глаза. И Дейзи смотрит.
Кикё красивый. Даже когда спит. Особенно когда спит. Его
дыхание тихое-тихое, и сердцебиение ровное, медленное. Возле
него тепло и спокойно. Но она... Она все портит.
- Смотри-смотри. Смотри, как я могу.
Она легонько гладит Кикё по щеке, убирает с его лица волосы.
Нет. Только не это, только не это опять.
Проводит пальцами по шее, ладонью по груди. Медленно, почти

Дейзи упускает момент, когда её пальцы теряют материальность.
Ладонь проходит сквозь кожу, проникая внутрь грудной клетки.
Дейзи все ещё не может отвести взгляд.
- Я могу коснуться его сердца. Видишь? Могу даже сжать.
Ладонь погружается глубже. Лицо Кикё искажается, но он не
просыпается, просто резко выдыхает и поворачивается на бок.
Она недовольно хмурится, но потом резко начинает хихикать.
Мерзко-пискляво. Дейзи кажется, что так смеялась бы большая
крыса. Если бы крысы умели смеяться, конечно.
- Его легкие такие мягкие. Хочешь потрогать, Дэйзи?
Дейзи мотает головой. Нет. Нет.
- Хочешь, я знаю. Давай же, Дэйзи. Возьми его сердце.

Шёпот, чуть слышный, еле уловимый. Но она слышит.
- Ты любишь его? Любишь, Дэ-эйзи?
Она вытаскивает руку, отпускает Кикё. Повинуясь странному
импульсу, Дейзи поднимает взгляд и смотрит ей в лицо. Давным-давно, в другой жизни, маленький Дейзи был на экскурсии у
асфальтовых озер. Он знает, как просто глупые животные увязали
в густой смоле и как мучительно умирали, опускаясь всё глубже.
Смотря ей в глаза, он чувствует себя таким зверьком.
- Можешь молчать. Я сама знаю. Ты не обманешь меня, Дэйзи, ты
не обманешь себя. Ты хочешь знать, что у него внутри.

Громче. Тверже. Уверенней.
- Почему ты отказываешься? Ты ведь хочешь. И можешь. Он верит
тебе, не боится тебя. Ты мог бы убить его прямо сейчас.

- Зря. Убить кого-то такого красивого, такого близкого... Ты ведь
знаешь, как это. Ты ведь помнишь.
- Нет! - это слишком. Она перегнула палку. Когда он умер впервые,
прошлое умерло вместе с ним.
Дейзи распрямляет спину, вытягивает вперед руку. Чуть
встряхивает игрушку.
Она вздрагивает, кривя лицо, собранное по кусочкам, изрезанное
страшными швами.
- У тебя не получится.
- Проверим.
Пальцы Дейзи впиваются в мягкую плюшевую плоть. Проверим.
Посмотрим, как ей это понравится.
Застиранная блёкло-розовая ночнушка окрашивается красным.
Она сгибается, заходясь в крике, опускается на пол.
- Больно, больно, прекрати!
Крик перебивается громкими всхлипами.
- Уходи. Убирайся.
Она поднимает голову и на секунду их взгляды снова
пересекаются.
Её глаза полны такой неизбывной тоски, что хочется пойти и
повеситься, лишь бы больше не видеть такого никогда.
Жаль, это не поможет. И ничто не поможет, наверное. Глаза
игрушке он оторвал первыми.
Только когда она исчезает, Дейзи понимает, что она плакала.

- Что случилось? Кошмар приснился? - Кикё приподнимается на
локте. Всё-таки проснулся.
Дейзи вздрагивает и кивает, стискивая порванную игрушку.
Кикё только устало вздыхает.
- Иди сюда. Не зажимайся в угол, я же говорил, ты мне не
мешаешь.
Дейзи осторожно придвигается ближе, укладывается рядом.
- Спи, Дейзи. Всё хорошо.
Когда это говорит Кикё, не верить невозможно.
Засыпая, Дейзи думает о том, какая всё-таки Бубу дура.
Может, когда он будет штопать зайца, добавить ему в голову
побольше ваты?..

결과 (영어) 1:

Daisy is a strange girl.Notes:The characters in the TYL!-form.Inspired by the song Fleur-"Yes it is".http://prostopleer.com/search?q =% 3AFleur + artist track% 3A% D0% 94% D0% B0% 2 c +%D1% 8 d% D1% 82% D0% BE +% D1% 82% D0% B0% D0% BAThe idea of a long-standing and apparently too ukurennaya toThis is performed by someone other than me.Also, most likely, just me.-In fact it's not, "other people's words ring in my Daisy,escaping the lips in a hoarse whisper. -No. No.Strangers, too the right words.She just laughs. Quietly, almost with a hissing sound.-De-èjzi. Look at me, Daisy.-No, no, no. You're gone. Go away. Not now.-Look, look here. You don't think that you canto get rid of me? It will help you? -and adds a lightpity, tired but full of limitless patience toneas if explaining to a child-He does not see me, Daisy.Like Daisy doesn't know himself. Here no one sees it. No one on theIt does not know. There is no one to talk to Daisy, that do not. Convince him thatIt's all bollocks, the fruit of sick imagination. Account for yourself.But Daisy is unable to cope.-He is sleeping. See also, Daisy. So peaceful. So tightly.Not coping. No strength anymore to look. No power žmurit′eyes. And Daisy looks.Kikë beautiful. Even when sleeping. Especially when asleep. Hisbreathing room-quiet and smooth, slow heartbeat. Nearthe warm and calm. But she ... It spoils.-See-see. Look, as I can.She gently strokes a Kikë on the cheek, removes hair from his face.No. Just not this, not that again.Holds your fingers on your neck, Palm on his chest. Slowly, almostDaisy misses the time when her fingers lose their physicality.Palm goes through the skin, penetrating the inside of the chest.Daisy still can't look away.-I can touch his heart. See? I can even shrink.Palm plunges deeper. Kikë face is distorted, but it does notwakes up, just sharp exhales and rotated on its side.She frowns wryly, but then suddenly starts to giggle.Disgusting-pisklâvo. Daisy seems to be a great laugh sothe rat. If the rats were able to laugh, of course.-His lungs so soft. Do you want to touch, Daisy?Daisy shakes his head. No. No.-Do you want me to know. Come on, Daisy. Take it to heart.Whisper, barely audible, a barely perceptible. But she hears.-Do you like it? Love, Dae-èjzi?She pulls out a hand, lets go Kikë. Obeying strangeDaisy rises impulse view and looking her in the face. A long time ago, in another life, the little Daisy was on tour at theasphalt Lakes. He knows how to just stupid animals linkedin a thick resin and how painfully died, sinking deeper and deeper.Looking into her eyes, he feels such a beast.-Can be silent. I myself know. You will not disappoint me, Daisy, youwill not disappoint you. Do you want to know what's inside.Louder. Firmer. More confident.-Why did you resign? You want. And you can. He believesyou are not afraid of you. You could kill him right now.-For good reason. Kill someone such a beautiful, such a close to ... You'reyou know how it is. You remember.-No! -It's too. It peregnula stick. When he died the first time,past died with him.Daisy straightens her back, pulls forward arm. A littleshakes up the toy.She shudders, contorting face built piece by piece, ruggedterrible seams.-You have will not work.-Check.Toes Daisy those talons really dig into the soft flesh of a teddy bear. Let's check.Look at how she will love it.Stuart washed out-pink night dress is colored red.She angulated, zahodâs′ in a scream, fall to the floor.-It hurts, it hurts, stop!Creek is earning his loud vshlipami.-Go away. Beat it.She raises her head and the second their views againintersect.Her eyes are full of the undying longing that makes you want to go andHang himself, only to no longer see such ever.Sorry, it doesn't help. And nothing will help, probably. EyesHe grabbed the first toy.Only when she disappears, Daisy learns that she was crying.-What happened? Had this nightmare? -Kikë rises onthe elbow. Still awake.Daisy shudders and nods, suppose a broken toy.Kikë only weary sighs.-Go here. Do not zažimajsâ into a corner, I told you I don'tone interferes.Daisy gently move up closer, is nearby.-Spy, Daisy. Everything is good.When it says Kikë not believe impossible.Falling asleep, Daisy thinks about what it Bubu Dura.May, when it will be darn Hare, add in the headmore cotton.?.

결과 (영어) 2:

Daisy pursues a strange girl. Notes: The characters in the TYL! -form. Inspired by the song Fleur - "Yes, it is long and clearly too stoned to it played someone other than me. Deliver as likely, just me. - In fact it is not - other people's words sound in my head Daisy break from his lips in a hoarse whisper. - No. No. Strange, too the right words. She just laughs. Quietly, almost whistling. - De-Eyzies. Look at me, Daisy. - No, no, no. You do not. Go away. Not now. - Look, look here. You do not think you can get rid of me? What will he do? - and adds a mild pity, tired but full of limitless patience tone, as if explaining to a child - He does not see me, Daisy. Daisy was as if he does not know . Here one can not see it. No one on it does not. There is no one to talk Daisy that it is not. To convince him that it's all nonsense, the fruit of a sick imagination. We have to. But Daisy did not cope. - He's asleep. Then see Daisy. So easy. So fast. do not. There is no more strength to look away. No squinting forces the eye. And Daisy looks. Kikyou beautiful. Even when asleep. Especially when asleep. His quiet breathing, quiet, smooth and heartbeat slow. Near him warm and calm. But she ... She spoils. - See-see. Look, I can not. She gently stroked his cheek Kikyou, removes hair from his face. No. Not this, not this again. swiping your finger across the neck with his hand on his chest. Slowly, almost Daisy misses when her fingers lose their materiality. Palm passes through the skin, penetrating into the chest. Daisy still can not look away. - I can touch his heart. See? I can even squeeze. Palm plunges deeper. Kikyou's face distorted, but he did not wake up, just gasps and turns sharply to one side. She frowns with displeasure, but then abruptly begins to giggle. Vile-squeaky. Daisy seems to be laughing so much rat. If the rats were able to laugh, of course. - His lungs are so soft. Do you want to touch it, Daisy? Daisy shakes his head. No. No. - You want me to know. Come on, Daisy. Take his heart. whisper, barely audible, barely perceptible. But she hears. - Do you love him? Love, Dae Eyzies? She pulls out a hand, let Kikyou. Prompted by a strange impulse, Daisy looks up and stares at her. Long ago, in another life, little Daisy was on tour at the asphalt lakes. He knows how easy it is silly animal got stuck in the thick resin, and how painfully dying, sinking deeper and deeper. Looking into her eyes, he feels the animal. - Can you keep quiet. I know myself. You can not fool me, Daisy, you can not fool yourself. Do you want to know what's inside. Louder. Firmer. Sure. - Why do you refuse? You want. And you can. He believes you are not afraid of you. You could kill him right now. - vain. Kill someone so beautiful, so close ... You do know how it is. You remember. - No! - This is too much. She crossed the line. When he died the first time, the past died with him. Daisy straightens his back, stretches out his hand. Just shaking a toy. She shudders, contorting the face, to piece together, rugged terrible sutures. - You do not work. - Check. Fingers Daisy dig into soft plush flesh. We verify. We'll see how she liked it. blёklo faded pink nightie painted red. It bends, set in a scream, falls to the floor. - It hurts, it hurts, stop! Creek interrupted by loud sobs. - Go away. Get out. She raises her head and for a moment their eyes again intersect. Her eyes are full of such inescapable melancholy, that I want to go and hang himself, only to see no more of this than ever. It's a pity it does not help. And nothing helps, I guess. Eyes toy he ripped first. Only when it disappears, Daisy realizes that she was crying. - What happened? I had a nightmare? - Kikyou rises on his elbow. Still awake. Daisy winces and nods, squeezing torn toy. Kikyou just tired sighs. - Come here. Do not pinch the corner, I told you I did not interfere. Daisy cautiously moves closer, laid side by side. - Sleep, Daisy. Everything is good. When it says Kikyou not believe impossible. Falling asleep, Daisy thought about what still Bubu fool. Maybe when he is darn rabbit, add to him a little more wool? ..

결과 (영어) 3:

Daisy is strange girl.lord Notes:lord characters in make a reservation at Tyl! -form.
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the idea has been a long-standing and is clearly too укуренная to
They say it is someone, except me.
me also, most likely, only me.Lord - in fact it is not, is wrong words sounds in his head from the Daisy,
thwarted with lips irritably whisper. - Do not. No.
wrong, too correct words.
She only laughs. Quietly, a little with присвистом.
- Dae-эизи. Look at me, Brickaville.
- No, no, no. You don't have. Repent. Not now.
- look, look here. You do not think that you can
to get rid of me? That he will help you?- And adds with an easy
clerkship, tired, but a complete infinite patience tone,
as if explaining a child, - he did not see me, Brickaville.
as if Daisy does not know and by itself. Here, no one can see it is not. No one on the
it does not know.There is no one to talk Daisy, that its not. To convince him, that
this all orangutans, fetus sick minds. It is the very.
but Daisy does not handle.
- he is sleeping. Look, for example. So calmly. So firmly.
not coping.There is no force greater than to give it. There is no force жмурить
eyes. And Daisy watching.
someone or some mask beautiful. Even when sleeping. Especially when sleeping. His
breathing quiet-quiet, and beat smooth, slow. Near
him warmly and calmly. But it ...It all muddled.
- Watch and see. See, as soon as I can.
it lightly he distracts himself someone or some mask on her cheek, removes hair with his person.
do not. Not only that, not only is again.
meets with your fingers on the neck, palm on the chest. Slowly, almost more multitasking performance

Miss Daisy, when her fingers lose earlier.
Palm passes through the skin, penetrating inside chest.
Daisy is still cannot pull view.
- I can touch his heart. I told you so? I can even compress.
Palm penetrates deeper. A person someone or some mask is distorted, but it is not
wakes, simply dramatically sneezes and rotates on its side.
it displeased frown, but then it starts to everybody laughing.
officers who had trampled underfoot the пискляво. Daisy seems to be,That the assassination would be a large
posttraumatic stress disorder. If the rats trained laugh, of course.
- his light such soft. Do you want to feel, Brickaville?
Daisy!" I said. head. It is not. There is no.
- don't want to, I know. Let's same, for example. And thou shalt take his heart.lord whisper,Just another grenade, Yele easy. But she hears.
- Do you love it? Love, Dae-эизи?
she trots out a hand, releases someone or some mask. Defying peculiar
pulse, Daisy raises view and watching it in person. Long ago, in another life,A small Daisy was on tour at the
asphalt lakes. He knows, as well as simply stupid animals linked
in heavy gum and as painfully dying, dive deeper.
though it in the eyes, he feels the зверьком.
- You just can't keep silent. I know. You have not fooled me, for example, you're
is not fooled themselves. You want to know, that he had inside.lord louder. Harder. Sleeps better at night.
- why don't you stresses? You don't want to after all. And you can. He believes
thee, do not fear thee.You could kill him right now.Lord - wasted. To kill someone of a beautiful, such a close ... You are indeed
you know, such as this. Do you not remember.
- no! - This is too. It перегнула double-edged sword. When he died the first time,
Past died with him.
Daisy распрямляет back, pulls forward in hand. A little
shakes toy.
it fearing mullahs, кривя person, collected on is very frightened, Gozo
terrible welds.
- you will not be able to do.
- Let's listen.
Fingers Daisy true threat for both our governments in a soft плюшевую flesh. Let's see.
look, as it is what you're looking for.
Застиранная streaked-pink ночнушка turns red.
it flexes, заходясь mattered, is lowered to the floor.
- painful, painful,Stop messing!
Creek dustbin loud всхлипами.
- repent. Get Out.
it raises his head and for a second their views again
intersect.
its eyes are determined such gestures unachievable, that you don't want to go and
hang himself,Not only would more than ever to see such a.
Sorry, this will not help. And nothing will not help you, I think. Eyes
toy he strangerâ first.
only when it disappears, Daisy understands that she crying.Lord - what happened? Nightmare dream she saw?- Someone or some mask lifts up the
woke up. Still woke up.
Daisy fearing mullahs and polite, стискивая scraps toy.
someone or some mask only tired gasp.
- come here. Not зажимаися in the corner, I told you i do not
base camp.
Daisy gently moves in closer, is placed next to.
- Boi, Daisy. All is well.
when it is said that someone or some mask, not to believe it is not possible.
while falling asleep, Daisy thinks of what still Bubu dura.
may, when he will be scrupulous legal rabbit,To add to his head
more cotton wool?..