About what angels murmur and 1. Bekka fittspatrik - about what angels murmur. Evenings of the same day

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Becca Fitzpatrick
About scho murmur angels

God did not spare the angels of sinners, ale, having tied the bonds of hellish haze, having healed before the court for punishment ...

Friend of the Messenger of the Holy Apostle Peter, 2:4

Vecca Fitzpatrick

Tsei Editor published by arrangement

with Ink Well Management and Synopsis Literary Agency

Translation from English Alina Kurisheva

Prologue

Heather, to Christian and Michael.

Our childishness passed by the world of fantasies.

I Justin.

Dyakuyu, without choosing lessons

Japanese cuisine - I love you.

Loire Valley, France

Leaf fall 1565 roku

When a thunderstorm began, Chauncey was on the emerald birch of the Loire at once from the farmer's bottom, and shards of vines let their stallion graze on the meadow, turning back to the castle was required to be on their own two. I stole a buckle from my shoe, put a maiden at the bottom and looked after her, while she was ticking, splattering her back with mud. Then we pulled on our chobots and broke home.

Dosh watering the dark earth near the castle of Langeais. Chauncey easily covered with slimy sepulchral hillocks and tsvintary earth - to instill the thickest fog in an instant to know the way to the booth without fear of getting lost. There was no fog this day, but mandrivnikovs could make dark woods and boards that they loaded.

Raptom Chauncey catching like a ruh levoruch and sharply turning around. Those who were half-heartedly given to him by the great figure of an angel, like a crowned monument nearby, rose to their feet and stood still. The young man showed up, not from a stone, not from a marmur, with his hands and his feet. The legs were barefoot, the torso was bare, peasant trousers hung low on the quilts. Vіn z_stribnuv z monument, і z kіnchikі v іn chіnchikі sam yogo hair brіzli brіlі board, slid dоwn along the swaggering, like a іspantsі, lichchi.

Chauncey's hand went to the hilt of the sword.

- Who's here?

On the young man's lips there was a strain of laughter.

- Don't play warto with the duke de Lange, - ahead of Chauncey. - I'm asleep, who are you. Name.

- With the duke? - Yunak leaned back to the crooked stovbur of verbi. - What about the bastard?

Chauncey unsheathed his sword.

- Take back your words! My father was duke de Langeais. Now the Duc de Lange - I, - without adding wine, cursing myself in my soul for my lack of hand.

The lad lazily shook his head:

- The old count is not your father.

Chauncey skippiv in the name of the image.

- And who is your father? - Vibaglivo energized vin, wymayuchi sword. Vіn not knowing all his basalіv, but the hour was about to be fed. I'm going to burn this lad with his eyes in his memory. - I’ll ask again, - having washed the wines quietly, erasing the stained board from the guise. - Who are you?

Dunno pіdіyshov, vіdshtovkhnuvshi killed the blade of the sword. Approaching the elders near the vins, lowering Chauncey, it is possible to navitt the eldest for the new one himself.

- One of the Devil's family, - vіdpovіv vіn.

Chauncey wisely, as if in the middle, everything sank in fear.

- You marish, madman, - procidiv vin krіz teeth. - Get out of the way.

Raptom the earth under Chauncey's feet was stolen. In front of Yogo's eyes, gold and red sparks vibrated. Bending down and digging his nails into the quilt, wondering downhill at the young man and blinking, gasping and trying to understand what is happening. Yogo's mind rushed, no longer podkoryavsya yoma. Yunak sneered, and his eyes stumbled on one equal.

- Listen carefully. You need me as much as you need. I don’t go, I don’t take the docks. Did you understand?

Clenching his teeth, Chauncey stole his head in order to hang his anger and misfortune. Vіn having tried to spit in the guise of ignorance, but the slea squealed along the pidboriddi - the tongue seemed to squirm. Yunak clasped Chauncey's hands at his palms, and screamed, pissed on them with heat.

“I need an oath of allegiance,” the young man said. - Stand on one knee and swear.

Chauncey sounded sharply laughing, scarlet throat constricted, and choking on laughter.

Right, the knee went up, but instead they hit it in the back, even though there was no one behind; Vіn having fallen ahead, near the bugnyuk, chuckled sideways, and yogo virvalo.

“Swear,” repeated the youth.

Heat rushes up to Chauncey's head; on those who clenched their hands into two weak fists, sent all their strength. Vіn laughing at himself, but in this laughter there were no drops of fun. Vіn not knowing, yak, but unknowingly zmіg viklikati in yoga tіlі weakness and tediousness. Don't fold until you take the oath. Vіn vyrіshiv vimoviti everything that vіd vіd vіmagаyut, but in the soul having given the word znishchi zuhvaltsya for tse humiliation.

- Pane, I'm your servant, - Chauncey said rudely.

The lad lifted Yogo to his feet.

- Check me here on the cob of the Jewish month of Cheshvan. Two days, from a young man until the last month, I will need your service.

- Two tyzhni? - Chauncey shuddered all over in anger. “I am the Duc de Langeais!”

- You are nephilim, - the young man said with a tense smile.

The wicked husky did not sing a little from Chauncey, but he forged її. Natomist vіn, quenching with a crying tone:

- What did you say?

- You belong to the biblical race of the Nephilim. Your right father was an angel, we will throw him out of heaven. You are half mortal, - the young man lifted his dark eyes, staring from Chauncey, - half - a sallow angel.

Sounds from the depths of Chauncey's mind, pouring out the voice of a mentor, who reads the chapters from the Bible about a special race, how to walk in the union of angels and mortal women. About grіznu and the mighty race. Cold, crying out not only with an ogida, zmusiv Chauncey shudder.

- Who are you?

Yunak turned to drink, and Chauncey wanted to drink after him, but did not think to rise to his feet. Standing on knees, blinking at the streaks of the board, remembering two comrade's scars on the young man's bare back. The stench converged in the mountains, satisfying the inverted letter "V".

- Ti - zanepaly? - shouting wine. - You were spared the krill, right?

Yunak, yangol, or whoever is there, buv, without looking around. Ale Chauncey without requiring confirmation.

- Those that I mush robiti! - shouting wine. - I want to know what!

A low laugh unknowingly called you the moon.

perch head

Coldwater, Maine

I went to the biology office, and a slit appeared in me. Barbie and Ken's cradles were attached to the dot in an unreasonable manner. Their hands were closed at once, there was no robe on the bodies, behind a vine there were some pieces of leaflets stuck to traditional places. Above the heads of the erysipelas was written in bold:

We kindly ask you to the human reproduction system (sex)

Vі Skye, who stood next to me, said:

– To that end, telephones with cameras have been fenced off at the school. The photo of the axis of this in the Internet magazine would become for the ministry of enlightenment a proof that biology needed to be fenced. And then we could spend the whole year more productively - for example, on an individual and practical basis, learned from pretty high school students.

- Nevzhe, Vi? - I called. - I can swear that you have been checking on this topic all semester.

You lowered your vee and smiled slyly.

- In what lesson I won’t tell you anything that I don’t know yet.

– Vi? Innocence itself.

- Not so loudly, - she blinked, once she blew a ring, and we were able to go to our place at one desk.

Coach McConaughey blew a whistle that hung on his neck.

- By mission, team!

A student of the tenth class of biology wines, having looked at the side effects of a robotic school basketball coach, I did not know.

- You, mozhe, did not fall into the thought, dіtlahi, scho sex - tse more, nіzh p'yatnadtsyatikhvilinna trip on the back seat of the car. Tse science. And what about science?

- It's boring! shouting someone from the back of the party.

- Those to whom I have reasonable marks, - adding another.

The coach glanced at the first row, staring at me:

- Vivchennya chogos, - I said.

Vіn pidіyshov i titsnov with a pointy finger at the desk in front of me.

- What else?

- Knowing, take away the path of experiments and that guard.

Chudovo. It sounded like this, I was going to record an audio version of our assistant.

- In your own words.

I pushed my upper lip with the tip of my tongue and tried to find a synonym.

“Science is a piece of work,” I said in a way that sounded more like food.

“So, science is a piece of work,” the coach repeated, rubbing his hands. “Science is transforming us into spies.

If this is the case, then science is given by mayzhe tsikavoy. Ale, I started to do it for a long time with the coach, so as not to start spodіvatisya.

- Garne stuzhennya vymagaє practice - prodovliv vіn.

- Yak i sex, - adding one more comment from the back party.

We laughed muffledly, and the coach shook his finger at the commentator.

“What I won’t set for you at home today. - Potіm vin again turning to me. - Noro, you sit together on the cob of fate. - I nodded, afraid of what would be given. - You write at once to a school magazine. - She nodded again. - Ready to talk, you know a lot about one.

You shoved me under the table. I figured out what she wanted to say. It’s not a moment to see the wine, as we know a lot about one. And I may not be more than a secret in my uvazit, yakі zvіryayut vera schodennik. You are my twin now. She has green eyes, light hair, that sprat of pounds in the tail of the vaga. My eyes are gray, and my hair is dark and the carpets are curly, which is powerless, be a kind of straight man. And my legs are exactly like those of a bar stool. Ale, an invisible thread, as if it will bind us, - we can offend us by swearing that it has been rooted before our people. I offended you, we can swear that you won’t trim us at once until the end of life.

- Really ready to talk, that the skin of you knows well the susida of the party. Adzhe wi didn’t just rob the money, right? Proximity. Yaka bad luck, even if good rozvіdniki unique closeness. Vaughn dulls the last instinct. Therefore, today we are rozsajuvatimosya for a new scheme.

I yelled the company, to rebuke, but Vee got ahead of me:

- What is a lighthouse? Damn it. Mayzhe end fate. You can't be so vlashtovuvati.

Coach trohi chuckled.

- I can vlashtovuvati take up rest of the day semester. And if you don’t sleep, then the offensive fate will again opine here and I will renew my sovereignty.

Vee angrily marveled at the new one. Vaughn was famous for her look - the floor is angry, so you don’t hiss in your voice. Ale at the coach, mabut, buv immunitet, more vіn again blowing the whistle and becoming explain.

- Kozhen, who sits left-handed, collapses one desk forward. Ti, who sit on the first desks - so, at that number ti, Ві - sit back.

Vee slipped the bag into her bag and zipped her blisk. I bit my lip and waved goodbye. Potim Trochy turned around, glancing at the back of the class. I knew the names of all my classmates... only one. Newcomer. The coach never called out to Yogo, and Yomu, yes, such a camp of speeches was like. Sitting, cheering, at the desk behind me, the cold blacks stared in front of me. Yak wait. But I didn’t know why I’m sitting here day after day, just looking at the open space. I thought about it, but my intuition suggested to me that I hardly want to know about it.

Vіn put the handist on the stele and sank down on the colossal stele Ві.

- Vitannya. I'm Nora, I laughed.

The look of his black eyes was fixed in me, the folds of the lips of the troch rose. My heart pounded in my chest unsingedly, and in that very moment a dark darkness burned my nibi. It suddenly dawned on me, but I still looked at him. Yogo's smile was not kind. Tsya smile spoke about unacceptability. Promised їх.

I focused my respect on doshas. Barbie and Ken marveled at me with unbearably cheerful faces.

Soil trainer:

- A multiplication of people can be prudent ...

- Fuuu! - Curling the class in unison.

- ... an object. It will require an approved approach. Like and in be-yakіy іnshіy science, doslіdzhennya here - shortest way get to know the subject. I will dedicate a lesson to my practice - find out more about your new susid. Tomorrow you are obliged to bring a letter in writing, and tell me, I will check all the information for accuracy. This is biology, not literature, so don’t think of writing anything. I want to improve my team spirit.

Nevislovlene "... and not those ..." hung in the window.

I sat silently. The ball was on the yogi of the field - I laughed, and marveled at what happened. I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what it smelled like. Not cigarettes. The smell is faint and strong.

She marveled at the centenary and tapped the olive at the beat of the second arrow. Potim put her elbow on the table and leaned on the fist of the boarders. Potim sighed.

Perfectly. Tse zavdannya I will definitely fail.

I marveled right in front of me, ale chula m'yake sharudinnya yoga handle. I wrote it, and I wanted to know what. Those ten hvilin, as if we had sat at one desk, could hardly have given you the opportunity to work for me like whiskers. Throwing a glance at Yogo Bik, I babbled that I had already written a sprat of rows and continued to write.

- What are you writing? - I asked.

- I won't speak English, - having said wine, immediately wrote it down. Kozhen ruh yogo hands, contriving to be simultaneously lazy and quick.

I got so close to something, as if I only dared, trying to read what else I wrote about me, but I folded a sheet of honor, prihovah writing.

- What did you write? - I pushed.

Vіn reaching for my clean sheet, pulling yoga up to me, wintering at the breast and, first of all, I caught my head, throwing at the coach's table. I received

Mitya, I marveled at the cat, roaring between wonder and anger. Then we cut the stitches on the clean side.

- What's your name? - I asked, getting ready to write.

I glanced up just once every hour, in order to catch up with one more frowning smile. Tsya, it seemed, urged me to try vivuditi any way I wanted.

- Call you yak? - I repeated, spodіvayuchis, scho I only got it, nibi my voice tremtіv.

- Call me Patch. Seriously. So i call.

Vіn blinked, blinking, and I was fully impressed that I knew guilt.

- What do you do with free hour? - I asked.

- I don't have a free hour.

- I think, for tse zavdannya we put marks, also love'yaznist.

Vin leaned on the back of the chair, curling his hands behind his head.

- Yaku love?

Vіn impeccably provoking me, and I became very soulful about the possibility of changing the subject.

- At the right time, - thoughtfully repeating the wine, - I'm taking pictures.

I recorded with Zoshiti other letters the word "photo".

– I haven’t finished, – having said wine. - For example, even a cicada copy is the author of a school magazine, how to fight for those who have the truth - in a natural way, keep writing verses and shake like a thought that you happen to choose between Stanford, Yale and ... as it is called that, great, on "G" ?

I marveled at Mitty, amazed at him, that I had drunk wine from a speck. Tse did not look like a far away zdogad. Vіn know. I wanted to know the stars - at once.

- Ale, as a result, you won’t eat until the desired.

- Why? - I asked, without comprehending thought.

Vin took the seat of my chair and pulled me closer to him. So, without violating what I was guilty of, and showing fear, otherwise I didn’t work anything and pretended to be naughty, I took the rest.

- If you want to achieve success in any of them, you can see them all through those who have a stamp that symbolizes the life of achievement. Principle is your third biggest weakness.

- What about a friend? - I asked with a quiet lute. Who is this? Tse scho, not far away hot?

- You can't trust me. No, not like that. You trust, but not these people.

- And persha?

- You trim your life on a short trip.

– Tse scho so?

- You're afraid of everything you can't control.

My hair on the ceiling became dibky, and in the classroom it got very cold. This time I just went to the coach's table and asked to be moved. But I couldn't let Patch know that youmu had far enough to scold me or slander me. I thought I was unreasonably foolish, and I immediately believed that I would not give up earlier for a new one.

- Do you sleep naked? - after sleeping wine.

My slit was threatening to recede, but I was far away and utrimat.

- I can hardly tell you about you.

- Did you go to a psychiatrist?

- No, - I babbled. In fact, I consulted with the school psychologist, Dr. Hendrickson. Tse buv not my choice and did not want to talk about me.

- Did you break the law?

- Ni. - The transfer of swedkostі іnоdі is not respected. Chi is not for new. - Why don't you ask me more normally? Would you like some kind of music for me?

“I don’t care about those that I can guess.

- You don't know how I hear music.

- Baroque. Everything is in order, everything is under control. Sperchaemosya, ty graesh ... on the cello? - having added wine in such a tone, why did the parole hang from the window.

- Ni, - I snorted again, for the first time I got goosebumps. Who is the same? How do you know that I play the cello, what do you know?

- What's up? - Patch showing a pen on my wrist. I instinctively took my hand away.

- Rodima flame.

- Looks like a scar. Trying to lay hands on yourself, Noro? - Yogo glanced at mine, and I saw his gluzuvannya. - Have the old friends parted ways?

- I live with my mother.

- De dad?

- Yogo is no longer the last fate.

- Yak vin died?

I winced.

- Yogo was beaten. Probach, ale tse special.

Silence came, and the eyes of Patch nibi nibi trohi pom'yakshav.

If the sound of the sound is gone, Patch moves and pishov until the exit.

"Strip," I called. Vin did not turn around. - Listen! - Win is already on the way to the door. - Patch! I didn't know anything about you.

V_n turned around and pid_yshov to me. Taking my valley, writing on it, first of all, I thought of її vіdsmiknuti.

I marveled at the numerals written on my palm with a red hand, and clenched them into a fist. I wanted to tell you that your phone would definitely not ring today. I wanted to say that tse wine is to blame for the one who spends all the time, putting me in charge. I had a lot of things I wanted to say, but I stood with such a look, I couldn’t crush my mouth. Zreshtoy I saw from myself:

- I'm busy today.

- I'm the same, - the sign chuckled.

I stood, nibi glued, digesting those that had become so good. Why not spend the whole hour, nourishing me on purpose? Why did I take it off "unsatisfactorily"? Never thought that one fleeting laugh of Yogo is true? Yes, I thought. Yes, so I thought.

- I won't call! - I shouted at youma. - No way!

- Did you finish the article for tomorrow's issue of the magazine? - Powered by V. Vaughn became a charge, as if zavzhdy scribbling at the notebook. - I'm thinking about those who write about the injustice of the guys' jobs. I had a chance to sit with a girl, as if only this year I completed a course of curiosity for lice.

- My new suid, - I missed її words, pointing to the corridor, to Patch's back. The new bula has a drastically inspired move, like a t-shirt, that cowboy hoodie, shed a t-shirt. Patch wearing neither. Vіn boov іz khloptsіv a la dark jeans - dark turtleneck - dark shoes.

- Sophomore? In a singsong voice, not even looking up. But in the other, she looked at me in a richly meaningful way. - God love triytsyu.

- Vіn me lakaє. Vin knows, I can hear. Having said baroque without any prompting, I unsuccessfully tried to imitate his low voice.

- Good luck?

– Vіn znav… that іnshe.

- For example?

I sighed. I knew those that it was uncomfortable to talk to me.

- How to bring me out of jealousy, - I told you. - I'll tell the coach, schoby transplanting us back.

- Let's. And I would write an article about it. “The ten-class student gives advice” or say “Despotia vchitelіv otrimuє blunder”. And what suits me.

But for example, for the day, I took off the blunder myself. The coach advised my viscount to help me and transplant us. Obviously I'm stuck with Patch.

For now.

Split another

My mother and I lived in front of Coldwater, near the Syrian farm garden of the 18th century, which is blown by the winds in the world. There was only one house in all of Hawthorne Lane - the nearest neighbors lived a mile from us. I’ve been crying for a while, why from the best possible places the architect has figured out the very ones, de nasledok like an unreasonable natural anomaly, all the fog was taken from the shores of the state of Maine. At the same time, the houses of the boons were bored by the troubles, guessing about the ghosts that wandered in the wild.

I spent the whole evening sitting at the kitchen table with the company of the housekeeper and algebraist and our housekeeper Dorothea. My mother worked in the auction company of Hugo Renald and she was engaged in the organization of trades in non-destructive goods and antiques on the entire coast. On this day, she was at the brewery meeting in the state of New York. I had a chance to travel a lot on rations, Dorothea paid for that, so that she cooked and cleaned, but I was practically inspired that Dorothea's main work was to look after me with her father's eye.

- Like in school? - Powered Dorothea with a slight German accent. Vaughn stood white of the shell, opening the windows of the deck.

- I have a new sucid on the part in the lessons of biology.

- Tse good chi bad?

- Until which time I have been sitting in Vi.

- Hm. — In addition, Dorothea was peeling the leaf with such an industriousness, the coat sagged on the tremtil's arms. - That's bad.

I sighed at the welcome sign.

– Tell me about the new suid. What is a girl?

- Tse is a tall, fighting brunette.

I am terribly secretive. The eyes of Patch were similar to black spheres, as if they were drooping mustache and did not see anything. Not the ones I really wanted to know about Patch. I was not worthy of those that I chanted the call, I doubted very much that I could be worthy of those who were nailed deep in the middle.

Tіlki tse Bulo did not call the truth. I was more like those that I bachila. Long, muscular arms, broad, ale, relaxed shoulders, that grin, playful and calm at the same time. I tried to fix myself, trying to ignore those who needed to stand up.

About the ninth year, Dorothea finished her work and mended the doors behind her. At parting, I blinked my two lights, which hung a gank. Maybe, it was brightly visible through the mist, so I felt the horn of a car at the entrance. I got left alone.

I tried to grow up in the senses that were played out in me. I didn't go hungry. I didn't get tired. I didn’t feel so spontaneous. Ale less turbulent my homework in biology. I told Patch I wouldn't call, and six years ago I was really happy. But at the same time, I could only think about those who did not want to fail the task, because the situation with biology was very stressful for me. My score fluctuated between “Vidminno” and “Good”. At my svidomosti, I was angry with the difference between the pilgrimage and the paid with a holy light in the future. (How did I understand, why did I lay down my grant for education.)

I went to the kitchen and she took the phone. I marveled at these numbers, which were written on my hand. In my heart I was convinced that Patch did not reach the phone. Yakby wins not in a moment, or if you don’t want to work with me over the tasks, then I could change the coach if I need a new partner. I hopefully dialed your number.

Vіn pіdіyshov mayzhe vіdrazu.

- I wanted to find out what we can talk about today in the evening. I remember, having said, scho employment, but ... - At first I was in a businesslike tone.

- Nora! - The patch has changed my name so, nibi in a new bula sil anecdote. - I thought you wouldn't call. Nikoli.

I cursed myself through those that I had to take back my words. I cursed Patch for those who guessed me about it. I cursed the trainer that yoga shalene manager. I opened the company in hope to speak more sensibly.

- Well i? Can we get in touch with you?

- I can't.

- Can't you or won't you?

- I myself have played a game of billiards. – I saw sarcasm in your voice. - The party is more important.

I heard a noise on that kіntsi drot. Maybe, the story about the game of billiards was true. Ale chi bula tya party is important for my zavdannya - spirne food.

- Children? - I asked.

- I'm at Bo's gaming club. I don't think you're good enough.

- Well, let's have an interview by phone. I have a food list ready.

Without listening to the end, I listened to the hearing aid.

I marveled at the phone, then I scribbled zoshita clean arkush paper and wrote “moron” on the first row. On the front row, I wrote: “Smoking cigars. Died of cancer legen. I hope soon. Vіdmіnna physical form”.

I immediately christened the rest of the respect so diligently that it could not be read.

The Yearbook on the micro-furnace was shown on 21.05. As I have understood, I can go out twice. I can send you the Patch feedback, or I can go to Bo's gaming club. The first option, having looked at it, was more plausible, but I could have ignored the coach's advice about those who would have misunderstood the authenticity of the evidence. I didn't know Patch well enough to bluff to death. What about the other option? Navit in the distance is not pleasant.

I tried to choose the right one after I call my mother. One of the minds of її numerical orders was those that I behave in a viable manner and will not be a child, for which constant control is needed. My freedom befitted me, and I didn’t want my mother to be transferred to a robot one after the other, she won’t take less pennies, just for the sake of looking after me.

After the fourth ring, she had an automatic pickup.

- Hello. I just wanted to talk. I need to finish my homework in biology, and then I’ll go to sleep. If you want, call me tomorrow at lunch hour. I love you.

After I hung up the phone, I showed in kitchen cabinet quarter. Let me win a share for me.

"Eagle, I'm coming," I said to George Washington's profile on the coin. - Reshka - I'm overwhelmed.

I flipped a coin and forcibly ventured to marvel at her. My heart was beating wildly, and I didn't know exactly what it meant.

“Now I can’t lay down anything,” I said.

Spovnena rіshuchostі pokinchiti z tsim yaknaishvidshe, I took a card from shaffi, stole the keys that power from my "Fiat Spider". Possibly, the car was pretty in 1979, but at the same time, I didn’t have a mindless look of chocolate-brown color, irzh, as it grew stronger and stronger on the rear wing, and the white silky blues cracked.

The gaming club "Bo" appeared richly far away, lower I wanted to, go in the winter, I’m instructed to save money. I parked the Fiat in front of the great concrete building with the card burnt on ceramic, in front of the great concrete building with the Vivisky "Bo's slot machine hall, paintball without rules and Ozz's billiard hall." All the walls were covered in graphite, the underbelly was hoarse with underbites. It was clear that in the middle of all the possible students of the universities of the League I am ivy and other smart people. I tried to think about it more abstractly, but I had a little trouble living. Having checked the two doors and fixed the car doors, I straightened the middle.

I happened to stand at the devil's door. Since people paid in front of me, I began to squeeze forward, at the beep of penetrating sounds and flickering fires.

- What do you think, you deserved a no-cost entry? - shouted a hoarse voice like cigarettes.

I turned around and glared at the cashier. All yogo body bulo vkrite tattoos.

- I'm not here for that, schoby grati. I'm kidding around,” I said.

- If you want to go through - pay, - croaking wine, leaning your hands on the cash register, until the price list is glued with adhesive tape. It was written there that I can pay fifteen dollars. I’m less than ready.

I didn’t have any cooking, but to call yakbi buli, I wouldn’t spend time on those who want to eat Patch about special life. Anger spilled over into me at the wrong appointment, and most of all at those who had a chance to come here. I needed to know Patch less, and they could talk to him on the street. I did not choose to leave with empty hands after having passed such a long road.

“If I don’t turn around for two credits, I’ll pay fifteen dollars,” I said.

In order to make the right decisions and have patience, I killed those who were absolutely not powerful, and I would enclose them. Without chirping, I flew across the hall, whispering to Patch's eyes. It was important to believe that it was true, but I was similar to a snow sack, that I rolled, and I gathered more wraps. All I wanted was to know Patch and choose to call.

Following me, shouting, big cashier.

Obviously, there was no Patch on the first version, I hurried downstairs, for the players of Ozz's Billiard Room. The dark lamps of the day's gatherings hung out of the poker tables occupied with engravings. Smoke in the form of cigars, as thick as the fog around my booth, thickening under the low stele. Billiard tables were embossed between the poker tables and the bar. The patch turned out to be the most extreme, pomagayutsya vikonati like a collapsible blow.

- Patch! - I called.

At the same time, he hit the vin, forging a cue on the surface of the table. Vin turned his head and plunged into me with the confusion of the zivuvannya that tsіkavostі.

The cashier, in a dull voice, pissed off and grabbed me by the shoulder.

- Uphill! Shvidko!

Patch's lips folded back into ice to remember a laugh. It’s important to say that she was slyly and kind-hearted.

- Get out with me.

It turns out that it got stuck on the cashier, more vin loosening his grip. Before I could change my mind, I licked the back of my hand and began to squeeze between the tables to Patch. I smashed a sprat of the first crumbs firmly, and the closer I looked like a new one, the more I was taken out of my mind.

I once saw a change in a new way. I could not understand what was going on, but I could only imagine the electric jet.

More witches?

More passion.

More freedom to be yourself. Yogo black eyes marveled at me. Nache magneti, they were attracted to the skin of mine. I quietly sighed and tried not to call the nervous tap in my stomach. It was easy to figure out what was going on, but I knew exactly what was wrong with Patch. New Bulo is wrong. Shchos ... not safe.

- Vibach for those who got in, - Patch said, coming up to me. - It’s not good to catch from the bottom here.

Well, it's so loud.

With a head of wine, asking for reshta piti. In front of him, as if he had turned around, an old movchannya hung. The lad, who was the first, clasped me with his shoulder, and I rolled back, trying to get on my feet, and if I lifted my eyes, I immediately stumbled with the cold glances of two other graves.

Chudovo. It's not my fault that Patch is my partner.

- Play the pool? - I energized yoga, raising my eyebrows and making myself look more impressed in the company in the situation. Possibly, vin mav ration and "Bo" - the right place is not for me. Ale doesn't mean that I'll give you a star. – What are the rates?

Vin smiled wider. How many times have I been inspired that you should laugh at me.

- We don't pay for pennies.

I put my bag on the edge of the table.

Evaluating the book

The day of the haters is passable, lovers of history in the style of Bellka and Edika, here you are!

Oooooh, you won't believe me, but I read "Hush, hush" (in the Russian translation "About what angels murmur"). And I, like a quiet bdzhil, were tormented by the unimaginable doubts that I had already read here, yeah. Only the cotton was not castrated by an angel with krylov bathed for filthy behavior, but by a shable-toothed vampire, and the girl was a fool like that, only with IQ less, lower than Nori, main heroine"Hush, hush." The same lessons in biology and laboratory work for a couple with a mysterious maniac and not in the world with an unsafe loan at the party, the same small, but even more unsafe little town of Portland, where so and pull unreasonable young girls with love to fit and hate to their own p' points. Garazd, so be it, the final scene took place not in the dance hall, but in the sports hall, even if it’s a variety.

The plot claims to be new and addictive, but on the aphids of the stibrine backwards, Pan Mayer spends all its beauty and creativity. At the book, it’s better to prostozhuetsya prazhnennya scribes outdo, or if you want to reach out to equal the glory of the "Sutinkovo Saga", but the guts of a thin fantasy are deceived, that power is the same. Too richly second-handed, plus, to the last, for the number of nests, omissions and erysipelas snot of the young girls "ahіv-zіtkhan" "Hush, hush" "Sutinki" not just surpassed, but simply flooded.

Okremo would like to say about the friend of the main heroine. If you want something with your soul ... I don’t want to say about it ... Just by stretching out the last of the book, the majestic banquet stretches out like a terribly high-calorie pie, pat on the head, smile nicely, and sweat. .Burn your chia! Oh, how the infection of V was playing with me, I can’t tell you.
Oh, so, forgot to write what head hero impossibly ideal in its imperfection, like a foolish young boy, I would have fallen into the wild girls’ piles of white haired angelic legs, and so I just sighed a couple of times and didn’t throw my bonnet in the morning, I’ll need it myself.

You, singly, think that after such a debacle of Becky Fitzpatrick's creative work, I will give the book a negative assessment? It would have been entirely logical. Ale logic and I are two different poles, which are rarely attracted one to one. To that I put "befitted", but, honestly, all the way through the bottom and vіddanu of love to "Sutinkіv" by Stefan ours Mayier, the book itself is "About scho to murmur angels" bullshit.

Evaluating the book

Why b i n i?
The theme of angels and demons is not original, but read the whole book anyway. Especially for lovers of Stephen Meyer. Here, all the same, I don’t know the famous lad, the same girl in the bath, I’ll start my biology lessons all at once from a pretty court, a small place with a bunch of inaccuracies that is rich, richly unsafe.

Really, I really don’t know what to write about this book, it’s already similar to Sutinki, only the main heroes, as you understood here the angels, not the vampires. And in the background, there is hostility, that the author even wanted to write a story, I’m like a daily saga, but it’s possible to inspire an idea and outdo it. Hello, it didn't work. I want the story itself, it’s not bad on its own, and you can read for the sake of satisfaction, there is nothing suggestive in it, and the author's warehouse is easy to read, but the great day-to-day saga is still not up to the mark.

The patch is not for quiet boys, like mothers. Shvidshe is quiet for them, through the yaks they change the locks into a booth.

Nora. Abo is just a copy of Belli. You will always drink in the bidu, then the lad її vryatuє, he will go out again, and again її ryatuyut ... well, in a rage, you have learned on this vlasne and the book has been awakened. Nora flirted and fumbled less, sing-songly, even more, lower Bella with her eternally trembling hands. Well, yak, you can be so unassailable and for five seconds you know new inacceptability, I didn’t understand.

- I'm not going to hit you, Noro. I do not drive quietly, who is dear to me. And you are the dearest.

Patch. I don't fit my name, I don't know why, but I don't fit. And the axis has no claims until the decision is made. Nebezpechny, secretive, taєmnichiy, garniy, devilish filthy lad, who was worthy of me.

- For the sake of me, did you look at the human body?
- Navіscho me body, why won't you be with me?

And the axis of the next sentence of the phrase melted my heart. It's so cute and wickedly.

The book is typical for its genre; There is nothing new and original, but I give a positive assessment.

Evaluating the book

The whole novel "About what angels murmur" passed for me under the sign of Patch, who was punished for filthy behavior, asked to leave heaven and turned into a sleazy angel.

If Patch is present on the sides, I want to read, read and do not hesitate. If Patch knew the dawn from the field, I wanted to read more quickly, so that I could more clearly talk to him - that tall, mean brunette, so unsafe and snarky, sly and secret ... (the list can be continued and continued).

And, of course, this super-hero in all respects has lost respect for his true protege - for the zvichaynisinka, the sizable maiden Nora, so let’s go and appear not so simple, but all the same does not reach the angelic heights of Patch.

And, obviously, after their justrichi and acquaintances were wondrous, enigmatic podії, re-examined that attack.

I, obviously, Nori does not fit Patch. Vіn її fight and lakaє. Aleone is not in a position to repair the opera and stand in front of him and to endure all the vulgar natyaks and harshness, all the nasty harassment.

Zagalom, everything is as usual, everything is standard and typical for such books, everything is overdone, everyone has already been reading and reading here. Zvichayna Vaughn and the unseen Vin, and the school, and the sleeping desk, and the lesson of biology, and like a laboratory, too. etc. Truth is, I have never seen such a stupid and tactless friend of the main heroine anywhere else. Qiu Vi would like to strike something important, or strangle, or raise, or look at the book. Aje won't occupy the space of Patch, who by his own presence rips the whole book.

Becca Fitzpatrick

About scho murmur angels

Heather, to Christian and Michael.

Our childishness passed by the world of fantasies.

I Justin. The kind that doesn't choose Japanese cooking lessons - I love you.

God did not spare the angels of sinners, ale, having tied the bonds of hellish haze,

Zradiv dotrimuvatisya court for punishment ...

Friend of the Messenger of the Holy Apostle Peter, 2:4

Loire Valley, France

Leaf fall 565 roku

Dosh watering the dark earth near the castle of Langeais. Chauncey easily croaked with slimy sepulchral hillocks and tsvintarnoe earth - to wind in the thickest fog in a moment to know the way to the house and not be afraid of getting lost. There was no fog this day, but mandrivnikovs could make dark woods and boards that they loaded.

Chauncey's hand went to the hilt of the sword.

Who's here?

On the young man's lips there was a strain of laughter.

Do not varto play in the game with the Duke de Lange - ahead of Chauncey. - I'm asleep, who are you? Name.

With a duke? - Yunak crouched down to the crooked stovbur verbi. - What's with the bastard?

Chauncey unsheathed his sword.

Take back your words! My father was duke de Langeais. Now I am the Duke de Langee, adding my wines, cursing myself in my soul for my lack of hand.

The lad lazily shook his head:

The old count is not your father.

Chauncey skippiv in the name of the image.

And who is your father? - having energized the wine, waving the sword. Vіn not knowing all his basalіv, but the hour was about to be fed. I'm going to burn this lad with his eyes in his memory. - I’ll ask again, - having washed the wines quietly, erasing the stained board from the guise. - Who are you?

Dunno pіdіyshov, vіdshtovkhnuvshi killed the blade of the sword. Approaching the elders near the vins, lowering Chauncey, it is possible to navitt the eldest for the new one himself.

One of the Devil's family, - vіdpovіv vіn.

Chauncey wisely, as if in the middle, everything sank in fear.

You marish, madman, - protsіdiv vіn krіz teeth. - Get out of the way.

Listen respectfully. You need me as much as you need. I don’t go, I don’t take the docks. Did you understand?

I need an oath of fidelity, - the young man said. - Stand on one knee and swear.

Chauncey sounded sharply laughing, scarlet throat constricted, and choking on laughter.

Right, the knee went up, but instead they hit it in the back, even though there was no one behind; Vіn having fallen ahead, near the bugnyuk, chuckled sideways, and yogo virvalo.

Swear, - repeating youngster.

Pane, I am your servant, - Chauncey promptly promoted.

The lad lifted Yogo to his feet.

Check me here on the cob of the Jewish month of Cheshvan. Two days, from a young man until the last month, I will need your service.

Two tyzhni? - Chauncey shuddered all over in anger. “I am the Duc de Langeais!”

You are nephilim, - the young man said from a tense laugh.

The wicked husky did not sing a little from Chauncey, but he forged її. Natomist vin energized with a screaming tone.

What did you say?

You belong to the biblical race of the Nephilim. Your right father was an angel, we will throw him out of heaven. You are half mortal, - the young man raised his dark eyes, staring at Chauncey, - half - a nepale angel.

Ti - zanepaly? - shouting wine. - You were spared the krill, right?

Yunak, yangol, or whoever is there, buv, without looking around. Ale Chauncey without requiring confirmation.

Those that I mush robiti! - shouting wine. - I want to know what!

A low laugh unknowingly called you the moon.

CHAPTER PERSH

Coldwater, Maine

Our days

AWESOMELY PLEASE IN THE SYSTEM OF REPRODUCTION OF PEOPLE (SEX)

Vі Skye, who stood next to me, said:

To that end, telephones with cameras have been fenced off at the school. The photo of the axis of this in the Internet magazine would become for the ministry of enlightenment a proof that biology needed to be fenced. And then we could spend the whole year more productively - for example, on an individual and practical basis, learned from pretty high school students.

Nevzhe V? - I called. - I can swear that you have been checking on this topic all semester.

You lowered your vee and smiled slyly.

In this lesson, I won’t tell you anything that I don’t know yet.

In and? Innocence itself.

Not so loudly, - she blinked, once she blew a ring, and we were able to go to our place at one desk.

Coach McConaughey blew a whistle that hung on his neck.

By mission team!

A student of the tenth class of biology wines, having looked at the side effects of a robotic school basketball coach, I did not know.

You may not have thought, dіtlahi, that sex is more, less five-fifteenth trip in the back seat of the car. Tse science. And what about science?

It's boring! shouting someone from the back of the party.

Those for whom I have good grades - adding another.

The coach glanced at the first row, staring at me:

Vivchennya chogos, - I said.

Vіn pіdіyshov and tiknuv with a pointed finger at the desk in front of me.

What else?

Knowing, otrimane with a path of experiments that guard.

Chudovo. It sounded like this, I was going to record an audio version of our assistant.

In your own words.

I pushed my upper lip with the tip of my tongue and tried to find a synonym.

Science is a piece of work, I said in a way that sounded more like food.

So, science is a piece of work, - repeating the coach, rubbing his hands. - Science transforms us into spies.

If this is the case, then science is given by mayzhe tsikavoy. Ale, I started to do it for a long time with the coach, so as not to start spodіvatisya.

A good degree will require practice, - having continued wine.

Like sex, - adding one more comment from the back party.

We laughed muffledly, and the coach shook his finger at the commentator.

What I won’t set for you at home today. - Potіm vin again turning to me. - Noro, you sit together on the cob of fate. - I nodded, afraid of what would be given. - You write at once to a school magazine. she nodded again. - Ready to talk, you know a lot about one.

You shoved me under the table. I figured out what she wanted to say. It’s not a moment to see the wine, as we know a lot about one. And I may not be more than a secret in my uvazit, yakі zvіryayut vera schodennik. You are my twin now. She has green eyes, light hair, that sprat of pounds in the tail of the vaga. My eyes are gray, and my hair is dark and the carpets are curly, which is powerless, be a kind of straight man. And my legs are exactly like those of a bar stool. Ale, an invisible thread, as if it will bind us, - we can offend you by swearing that it has been rooted before our people. I offended you, we can swear that you won’t trim us at once until the end of life.

Really ready to talk, that the skin of you knows well the susida of the party. Adzhe wi didn’t just rob the money, right? Proximity. Yaka bad luck, even if good rozvіdniki unique closeness. Vaughn dulls the last instinct. Therefore, today we are rozsajuvatimosya for a new scheme.

I yelled the company, to rebuke, but Vee got ahead of me:

What is a lighthouse? Damn it. Mayzhe end fate. You can't be so vlashtovuvati.

Coach trohi chuckled.

I can hold power until the rest of the semester. And if you don’t sleep, then the offensive fate will again opine here and I will renew my sovereignty.

Kozhen, who sits left-handed, collapses one desk forward. Ti, who sit on the first desks - so, zokrema and ti, Vi, - sit back.

Vіn put the handist on the stele and sank down on the colossal stele Ві.

Vitannia. I'm Nora, I smiled.

I focused my respect on doshas. Barbie and Ken marveled at me with unbearably cheerful faces.

Soil trainer:

Reproduction of people can be prudent.

Fuu! - Curling the class in chorus.

- ... the subject. It will require an approved approach. How and if any other science, dosledzhennya here - the best way to know the subject. I will dedicate a lesson to my practice - find out more about your new susid. Tomorrow you are obliged to bring a letter in writing, and tell me, I will check all the information for accuracy. This is biology, not literature, so don’t think of writing anything. I want to improve my team spirit.

Nevislovlene "... and not those ..." hung in the window.

I sat silently. The ball was on the other side of the field - I laughed, and wondered what happened. I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what it smelled like. Not cigarettes. The smell is faint and strong.

She marveled at the centenary and tapped the olive at the beat of the second arrow. Potim put her elbow on the table and leaned on the fist of the boarders. Potim sighed.

Perfectly. Tse zavdannya I will definitely fail.

I marveled right in front of me, ale chula m'yake sharudinnya yoga handle. I wrote it and I wanted to understand what. Those ten hvilin, as if we had sat at one desk, could hardly have given you the opportunity to work for me like whiskers. Throwing a glance at Yogo Bik, I babbled that I had already written a sprat of rows and continued to write.

What are you writing? - I asked.

I won’t speak English, - having said wine, immediately wrote it down. Kozhen ruh yogo hands, contriving to be simultaneously lazy and quick.

I got so close to something, as if I only dared, trying to read what else I wrote about me, but I folded a sheet of honor, prihovah writing.

What did you write? - I pushed.

Vіn reaching for my clean sheet, pulling yoga up to me, wintering at the breast and, first of all, I caught my head, throwing at the coach's table. I received Mitya, I marveled at the cat, roaring between wonder and anger. Then we cut the stitches on the clean side.

What's your name? - I asked, getting ready to write.

I glanced up just once every hour, in order to catch up with one more frowning smile. Tsya, it seemed, urged me to try vivuditi any way I wanted.

Call you yak? - I repeated, spodіvayuchis, scho I only got it, nibi my voice tremtіv.

Call me Patch. Seriously. So i call.

Vіn blinked, waving, and I was thoroughly convinced that I knew guilt.

What do you do at your free time? - I asked.

I don't have a free time.

I think, for tse zavdannya putimut marks, so already show love.

Vin leaned on the back of the chair, curling his hands behind his head.

Yaku love?

Vіn impeccably provoking me, and I became very soulful about the possibility of changing the subject.

At the right time, - thoughtfully repeating the wine, - I'm taking pictures.

I wrote down the word “photography” in zoshity with other letters.

I didn’t finish, - saying wine. - For example, even a cicada copy is the author of a high school magazine, how to fight for those who are the truth - in natural terms, keep writing verses and shake like thoughts that you happen to choose between Stanford, Yale and ... as it is called that, great, on " G" ?

I marveled at Mitty, amazed at him, that I had drunk wine from a speck. Tse did not look like a far away zdogad. Vіn know. I wanted to know the stars - at once.

Ale, as a result, you will not eat until you are welcome.

Why? - I asked, without comprehending thought.

If you want to reach success in whether or not they are, you can see them all through those that are a stamp that symbolizes the life of achievement. Principality is your third greatest weakness.

And a friend? - I asked with a quiet lute.

Who is this? Tse scho, not far away hot?

You can't trust. No, not like that. You trust, but not these people.

And persha?

You trim your life on a short trip.

Tse scho so?

You are afraid of everything that you cannot control.

Do you sleep naked? - sleeping wine.

My slit was threatening to recede, but I was far away and utrimat.

The axis is already you, I can hardly say about it.

Did you go to a psychiatrist?

No, I blurted out.

In fact, I consulted with the school psychologist, Dr. Hendrickson. Tse buv not my choice and did not want to talk about me.

Breaking the law?

Ni. - The transfer of swedkostі іnоdі is not important. Chi is not for new. - Why don't you ask me more normally? Would you like some kind of music for me?

I do not feed on those that I can guess.

You don't know how I listen to music.

Baroque. Everything is in order, everything is under control. Sperchaemosya, ty graesh ... on the cello? - having added the wine in such a tone, why did the admission hang in the povitri.

Hi, - I snorted again, for the first time I got goosebumps.

Who is the same? How do you know that I play the cello, what do you know?

What is it? - Patch showing a pen on my wrist.

I instinctively took my hand away.

Birthplace of the flame.

It looks like a scar. Trying to lay hands on yourself, Noro? - Yogo glanced at mine, and I saw his gluzuvannya. - Batki odruzhenі chi parted?

I live with my mother.

De dad?

Yogo did not become the past fate.

Yak vin died?

I winced.

Yogo got hit. Probach, ale tse special.

Silence came, and the eyes of Patch nibi nibi trohi pom'yakshav.

If the sound of the sound is gone, Patch moves and pishov until the exit.

Shoot, I called. Vin did not turn around. - Listen! - Win is already on the way to the door. - Patch! I didn't know anything about you.

V_n turned around and pid_yshov to me. Taking my valley, writing on it, first of all, I thought of її vіdsmiknuti.

I'm busy today.

I'm the same, - laughing at the wine and the sign.

I won't call! - I shouted at youma. - No way!

Did you finish an article for a magazine release? - Powered by V. Vaughn became a charge, as if zavzhdy scribbling at the notebook. - I'm thinking about those who write about the injustice of the guys' jobs. I had a chance to sit with a girl, as if only this year I completed a course of curiosity for lice.

My new susid, - I missed її words, pointing to the corridor, to Patch's back.

The new bula has a drastically inspired move, like a t-shirt, that cowboy hoodie, shed a t-shirt. Patch wearing neither. Vіn boov іz khloptsіv a la dark jeans - dark turtleneck - dark shoes.

Repeater? In a singsong voice, not even looking up. Abo on the other, - won richly wondered at me. - God love triytsyu.

Vin me lakaє. Vin knows, I can hear. Having said baroque without any prompting, I unsuccessfully tried to imitate his low voice.