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Школа кожевенного мастерства: сумки, ремни своими руками
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    Hellsing.


   I opened my eyes. That was a quarter past three in the morning. I was sleeping for too long.
   I felt him near.
   "Do you pray?' - was his question.
   "For what?" - I answered him.
   "To be..." - Long silence. Very hard, very long, impossibly long silence. - "To pray f o r me. To pray for your eternal soul."
   - Too late, - said I by words. All before was in our thoughts.
   I glanced at him. His dark hair was too long and too glossy to be live. I know what he was waiting for. It was not so hard to guess. He stared at me.
   His bloody-red eyes were full of bloody tears. That was unusual to see him - HIM! - crying like a little boy.
  -- I crave for blood, - he said in his iron voice.
  -- You want it? My blood??? - I asked. I knew his answer.
   He was standing near the window - that big French window from eighteenth century - moon was shining brightly - it light gave his skin so beautiful... sins.
   He was the sinner saint. I was just a sinner. And he could have tried the taste of my blood. I've seen it before - him killing. But I never thought it could happen to me.
   He never told me everything.
   He never gave me choices.
   He just... was around.
   The last thing I've heard was a silent-said word...
  
   Love.
  
   The sun was already high.
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