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And I knew that he loves Christmas, because he and his family always went to his mother’s parents, in the mountains, and it was quiet, quiet, very quiet. No one quarreled, no one shouted at each other, my mother did not hide in the attic and did not shout: "You are a sick bastard!" - threatening his father with a gun. The house was a small, tiny box, lost in a narrow crevice, everyone planted around the table and ate in the grave silence; Grandmother pounded with a knife on the edge of the plate and frowned, looking at the skeleton of the turkey, remaining in the middle of the table. They slept with his brother in the basement-damp and cold-and somehow he woke up in the middle of the night from the rustle, thought: Rat. And his brother fucked under the veil and squealed like a beaten puppy, he saw that he was looking, hissed: “Turn away, bastard,” but he still continued to look, and then his brother pulled the blanket.

I knew that he loves Christmas; The brother had a small crooked member, which he clenched in his fist and pulled his head with force, quickly stroking his head with his fingers, and he, my thin boy with narrow shoulders, sat on the edge of his bed and listened as his brother, lit the corner of the pillow, Groble: "Come here." He came up, and he patted his neck: “Well done, well done, and now - take it into your mouth. Everyone is doing this. ” In the mouth Sklizko and Solono, unpleasant and not enough air, and the brother presses on the back of the head and says: “A good boy, a good boy” - and he was six or seven? Six or seven? ... to his brother thirteen, and he has a heavy hand; He lifts his hips and claps his cheek: “Come on, faster” - and sperm flows along the chin.

And so three years, three years, three years; I knew that he loves Christmas.

And then he turned seventeen, and multi -colored flashing lights were laid out throughout the room, and the Christmas tree, which stood in the center of the room, was very carefully decorated. The brother sat next to him, leaning against the wall, and, covering his hole in his stomach with his palm, repeated: "You will burn in hell, you will burn in hell, you will burn." Brother did not know that hell had long been here for a long time.

Hell was inside him.

He hummed a “shining, little star” and wrapped a circle behind the spruce paws with a thin ribbon that stretched out of his brother, and the branches broke under the weight. And it was the best Christmas, with the best gifts, because the next morning, when he woke up and went to the kitchen for a piece of Kex, he looked at what was left of his family.

And for the first time he felt free.

“Now none of you will suffer.” Now you can love each other, - I sit down next to my mother and squeeze her slightly warm fingers. “No more need to endure pain, mom.” No longer needed.

Dad, mom and brother. They lay the three of them, and he sat next to them for several days to make sure: now they were not hurt.

Now everything will be in order.