поста http://chat-de-mer.livejournal.com/76460.html — Вот одна из историй Алины.

I AM A VEGETARIAN, I DON’T EAT MEAT.

WHEN I WAS 7 YEARS OLD, MY ONLY FRIND WAS A WHITE RABBIT.

I WAS MADLY IN LOVE WITH HOM, USED TO TELL HIM ALL MY PRIBLEMS AND MY FEARS AND MY HOPES.

HE WAS KEPT IN A PAPER BOX. I CLEANED IT, AND SPOKE TO HIM.

MY BIRTHDAY IS IN DECEMBER.

I WAS COMEING BACK FROM SCHOOL.

SEVEN YEARS OLD, THAT’S AN AGE.

I WAS CURIOUS ABOUT THE PRESENTS MY PARENTS HAD BOUGHTM TO ME.

I ENTERED THE HOUSE.

CALLED MY RABBIT.

NOBODY ON THE HALL.

STRANGE NOISESE IN THE BATHROOM.

I ENTERED.

AND THERE MY MOTHER AND MY GRANDFATHER WERE KILLING MY RABBIT.

BLOOD WAS IN THE WATER CLOSET, BLOOD EVERYWHERE.

HE LAY ON THE FLOOR, ON A PLASTIC BAG.

HIS EYES WIDE OPEN AND GLASS-LIKE.

TO MAKE FOOD FOR MY GUESTS, THEY SAID.

I WAS SHOCKED.

MUST HAVE FAINED, I DON’T REMEMBER.

I CRIED ALL DAY LING. TEN HOURS, PRIBABLY.

MY GUESTS (IN FACT, MY PARENTS’ GUESTS) WERE SITTING IN THE LIVING-ROOM, EATING MY RABBIT.