Soon already Maples distinguished in star light contours of surrounding district - from a dark strip of highway the narrow strip
branched off ahead and rose upwards on ashy colours to a slope. Having passed before branch, Maples it was convinced
that it is the asphalted path which width quite will suffice for one car.
Maples realised singularity of the condition, felt danger, but not in forces was to define, where the main threat - in him or
outside, and it was even less capable to turn back, having promoted so far on the way which, probably, nevertheless will
come to the end with an enlightenment, flash of the heavenly light in a flash giving deep sense all its modest (bad minutes it
spoke to itself: pity and senseless) lives. One cannot say that he felt strong fear or ecstatic delight, but with cool curiosity of
the observer there was only thin film under which hillocks ready to get out of hand emotions were rolled. Which - he did not
know.
From what party danger would not threaten, far to depart from car it did not dare. Therefore it has returned for a wheel and
again has got the motor.
Strainedly hooting, "Reno" crept upwards. Maples conducted with all possible care, any minute expecting any unpleasant
surprises. But, without reaching a slope upper edge, the path has come to the end with a small platform, and Klenovu again
had to stop. It seems that the platform served for a parking. Beams of headlights have rested against the stocky hut
combined from rough stones. Even the roof was formed by flat stones... Doors were not. In a doorway the plastic bottle from
under "Coca-Colas" rolled. Maples has armed with a lantern and in ocherezhnoj time has switched off headlights.
Hardly for the sake of any pastusheskoj huts the destiny conducted it here... In it there was nothing, except small dust.
Having bypassed a platform, Maples has found out a stony footpath and, having rejected fear, has on foot continued lifting.
That followed be afraid? What will the footpath lead to its precipice? Behind valley edge, however, the district was almost
levelled, and the footpath has disappeared. Maples for an instant has included a lantern - a withered grass, a dung small and
the cattle, remained since summer, whitish stones... Under an excitation crust doubts were still concealed. The external fear
has left. Now he was afraid of another - the awful disappointment, any meetings or events which would force to recognise
absurd of own actions, lonely way home, necessities on other to look at themselves, to take any measures, to avoid this sort
of repetition of dangerous situations in the future...
In several steps there was a big stone. Maples has approached to it (the stone got to it to a breast), has groped a support
and has climbed up upward. Villages.