Groaned again, then tried to get up, he is succeeded only for a moment. With a heavy groan, he fell to the zee. In issuing frequent groans, it causes the body to crawl forward to the bush. His stubborn struggle was crowned with success. Thick rubber tree trunk rested securely in the back. Catching his breath, he groped his hands around the trunk that it was looking for. Soon fell into the hands of the package by throwing rotten foliage. With trembling hands, he began to prostrate to untie knots, occasionally helping his teeth. But the forces were too weak. With great difficulty, still managed to untie one, then the other. Twine was finally thrown from a piece of thick brown substance. Digging in the convolution, the man took out a flask and convulsively twitching, drank the contents. Strength slowly returned. Thoughts acquired meanings: Only would not mix " flashed lightning in the brain. clarify in mind flashed a wild dance jar lid. red, blue, yellow and then red, blue, yellow so on to infinity, when finally able to see the color of which he saws: Bright red, red So, all right. Further contents blue, then yellow. The fluid returns forces the body to recover. Tropical night came to an end. Moon quietly disappeared, drowned in the darkness of the jungle. Down here, under the arches of the vegetation, it is not noticeable decline. Only denote the brighter star on a piece of the sky, outlined rides, but the tip of the black canopy of giant trees have become sharper. Sultry tropical day not long in coming. Almost since the advent of the first ray of the sun reigned triumphant general discordant. Significant mysterious night noises and screams were drowned in it, blending until the next night. A person under the crown of a rubber tree stood upright. His body took the form of a strong muscular male. Figure athlete does not like the gaunt skeleton covered with yellow skin, how he came out of the darkness of the grave. Dressed in a long black robe, he pulled out of the convolution small pencil case. In the box were turned mirror, brushes and make-up. To attach mirror to the tree trunk, he carefully took the work on her face.
Chapter 4
In the western part of the plantation housed barracks blacks slaves. In total there were five, ranked in the single-story structures, rather similar in appearance to the sheds for cattle than for human habitation. On the north side of the barrack room adjoins the kitchen is one of the a huge canopy and dining area. The first barracks were living women and children, in others men. Quoting from the south side, five barracks, was allocated to patients. The grueling hard labor on plantations lead up to the people the point of exhaustion. Every day somebody said goodbye to life. Despite the high mortality, lack of manpower is not felt and not felt because of the waste from the production of heroin was slaves. And so it was moved to the plantations that no one of them did not fall asleep without a fair dose of opium. Slaves worked for a pinch potion. None of them came back from whence he came, all was the only way to the cemetery. The company prospered Boss. From those who want to work on the plantation did not rebound, despite the ban of the authorities, secret ways resulted in more and more slaves. Planter lived in the eastern part of the plantation, the same posted Xia airfield, cottage, villa, office, laboratory processing opium, warehouse, boxing room and 2 part honey for whites. Black are not treated. The entire eastern precinct with a double barbed wire, placed at each corner of the observation booth with a guard. Guard armed with heavy machine guns. Between the villa, and making Pomeroy helipad with helicopter, ready at any moment to soar into the air. On the tower adjoining the cottage planter stood guard with binoculars around her eyes.
Wit! He said to the space! Can you hear me?
Yes, Rome! Heard a voice from a portable transmitter.
Oh, what a pity youre not here! Continued to Rome.
What happened?
Well, the taste of the Boss.
Again, luxurious blonde?
No, Wit, you cannot guess, I put a hundred to one.
Fuck me hell, if no fat lady yellows.
Ha, ha-ha, again by. Give up, Wit!
Certainly not.
Youre going to fool me again head for its fat women, this time the brunette, and quite young, so even with the chiseled figure.
It cannot be.
Well, here I am it a couple of times, click.
And Rome pulled out a camera. Color pictures immediately emerged, they clearly could see the figure of bathing nude girl. Just at that moment, she gracefully slipped out of the water on a marble pedestal basin. Her skin flashed a dazzling bronze shimmer in the light of the tropical sun. Flick of the wrist she picked up a rocking chair and a towel was vital Men them long brown hair.
Emma! Heard a mans voice.
Im here, Daddy! She said.
Do not be so long in the sun.
Im coming! Throwing on the shoulders of pink bathrobe, Emma ran 1: father. Waiting for her boss. Gently kissed him on the cheek, the daughter of complained: This guard is not looking up staring at me in my binoculars.
Oh, nonsense, this is also the slaves, only the color of their skin white.
While talking, they hid themselves in the cool shade of the room country house, followed relentlessly followed the black fat woman in a white apron. Sun unbearable hell. Rome closed the door of the transparent observation box and turn on at full power conditioner. Wafted inside cool.
Well, Rome! Heard from the radio! Had to admit Well Love?
Go to hell. Vit. Photos but I came to glory.
Further discussion revolved around all nonsense, for chatter guards did not notice the passage of time and the service seemed to them not so monotonous. The sun was in the zenith, the heat, the stifling heat and swarms flying in the air insects haunted. At this time slaves were not working. There were rounded up in stuffy barracks and there, stinking atmosphere, they waited out the heat. By four oclock in the afternoon sun became merciful. Slaves were driven to the plantation, and those submitting a whip, sullenly wandered on the hot brown soil to the green squares poppy over
which constantly hung little rainbows from stationary sprinkler. This was repeated day after day, year after year. About two oclock in the afternoon when the sun has warmed all around
to hellish heat, over a deserted plantation rolled fights tom-tom. Muted rhythmic beats that recur with increasing force, the litter fall suddenly to the quiet battlefield. They could hear the pain, despair, anguish and suffering indelible. Wailing tom-tom rhythm fascinated hearing.
Wit, you hear? Asked warily Rome.
It seems to be close to you.
Damn loss! Said the voice Vita.
Wit, do you remember, because it was already. Rome became the voice sound like an old crow cawing.
Yes, Rome.
Bit Boss told you?
But Witt was silent. At this time, the ears came the chirping helicopter. Sleek helicopter, similar to the published winged giant butterfly, easily slipped over the plantation, gaining altitude, and soon disappeared over the boundless expanse of jungle.
It seems Boss escaped! Vitas voice was quiet and lost notes still fun.
How heard tom-tom?
You know, Rome, from the second hut.
Attention! Attention! All posts! Barked suddenly the bell loudspeaker on the roof of the booth. From it came the team boss.