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Dažas sīkas lietas. [28. Okt 2005|12:38]
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1. Es uzrakstīju šausmu stāstiņu.
2. Es taisu koka rāmi burkanu pilij
3. Es būšu viens 14 dienas.

Nu vai nav traki?

Stāsts te >>>House of Light


That night I was sitting in the bushes close to the fence. Leaves on the ground were wet and spread this beautiful scent of autumn. It was dark and cold here. Car lights blinded me and I thought that the driver saw me. He passed by and paid no attention to me. I sat and looked at the door of the house.
House was built some 70 years ago and was covered by wines. There was light in one of the windows. Three persons were sitting at dinner. They had some party or something like that. They did not feel me. But they will see me after some while. I crawled to the door and tried to open it. It was hard for me because I am small. You would say that I am like a child of 6 years.
The door was open! People never lock the door in this village. They feel safe and protected. Phew! They even do not know the history of the ruins at the side of the village. I used to live there since the village people killed my family. I’m old, really old.
I sneaked into the hallway and hid myself under coats, hanging on an old nail. Someone came out from the room and walked down to the door. It was a strong and tall man, something about 39 years old and with brown eyes. He did not notice me. He went to the door and opened it. He stood in the doorway and took a cigarette. He looked up and lit the cigarette by saying – there is something wrong this night. Yeah! You will see what is wrong this night. He stood like raindrops were falling on him. A round shouldered figure in the frame of darkness. I jumped on him and bit as hard as I could in his neck. I got him. Poison from my teeth worked as good as in the old days. He collapsed without any noise. Cigarette was still in his fingers when I dragged him away into a corner behind the door. Door was still open but I did not care at all. I moved silently into the room where all the others were sitting. A young lady with beautiful hair and her face like carved in marble. So white and looking like an ancient goddess. And an old man, probably her father. The old man noticed me and his eyes showed true fear. I knew him. He was a small boy when he saw me for the first time. And now he remembered me. I am so deterrent that he must remember me. He lost his voice in a second but eyes were looking at me in true fear and understanding of the situation. The young lady turned her head following the old man’s fearful glance. And then she uttered a cry. I was afraid that someone could hear this scream because the door was open. The old man fainted. The young lady looked into the face of death. Face of mine. Slowly I walked towards her and she tried to stand up and run away. But her legs deceived her and she felt on the floor. There she was. Scared to death. Minutes passed by and we were in complete silence. I could hear her heart beating. Then I pointed at her dress and made a move. She started to cry out of fear. Tears were running like a spring. And then I bit her. I felt her muscles rotted. She was dead. I went to the door and then remembered about the old man. His grey haired head hit the floor and a small splash of blood looked so contrastive. I let him live. Someone must tell the story to others. Story of my house. He will remember it.
My house was the house of light. Not theirs.

I went out and the scent of autumn hit my organs of sense. I felt younger. As every hundred years in my life.


Pils fočene vēlāk, tad, kad būs apkrāmēta ar burkāniem.

A viens. Nu a pa kam ne? Laipni aicināti!
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From:[info]chaika
Date:28. Oktobris 2005 - 17:19
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pats rakstīji?
From:[info]chaika
Date:28. Oktobris 2005 - 17:23

P.S.

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hege nesaprot, vai tiek aicināta ciemos te caur vīnstīgām, vai nē..? a?
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From:[info]vikings
Date:28. Oktobris 2005 - 18:50

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Rakstīju pats. Hege var braukt ciemos kad vien vēlas. Arī bez vīnstīgām!
From:[info]chaika
Date:28. Oktobris 2005 - 19:12

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var just, ka nav rakstnieka darbs - nu tad jau aiz cieņas (tb nekodarīt) jāizlasa līdz galam!
hege mani nosistu, ja es paprasītu, vai var ar ko citu braukt, bet ladno, man jau tāpat piedraudēja!
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From:[info]hege
Date:28. Oktobris 2005 - 22:29

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kuuditaja, degunbazeja :P
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From:[info]vikings
Date:28. Oktobris 2005 - 23:22

Re: P.S.

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Nu nu...
Brauksi tad?
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From:[info]hege
Date:29. Oktobris 2005 - 11:17

Re: P.S.

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ta.vel esmu pilna sastava ar ciemiem. par turpmakiem planiem zinjoshu.
cik talu isti tas atrodas un kada virziena (Z? R?).vietvardi man daudz ko neizsaka..
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From:[info]vikings
Date:29. Oktobris 2005 - 11:23

.... :)

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Šī pati sala, virzienu uzminēji - ZR.
Karte atrod vietu Holbæk un ta jau vairs nav talu. Kopējais ceļa garums no CPH ir 100 kronas vienā virzienā!
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From:[info]hege
Date:30. Oktobris 2005 - 00:46

Re: .... :)

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skatishos,cik stresaina bus nakama nedela skola. ja bus elpojams,tad zinjoshu par planiem.
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From:[info]vikings
Date:30. Oktobris 2005 - 01:24

...

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ok.. dod zinjas.
From:[info]chaika
Date:29. Oktobris 2005 - 12:52

KH

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davai-aizbrauc ar tām pašām:DDD