"Не иди на голос" - захватывающий роман, который рассказывает историю двух подруг, отправившихся в деревню к своим дедушке и бабушке на летние каникулы. Их интерес пробуждается после того, как им рассказывают о загадочных исчезновениях, происходивших в соседней деревне в прошлом. Они решают отправиться туда, чтобы узнать правду и утолить свое любопытство.
Прибыв в опустевшей деревне, подруги сталкиваются с чем-то, что полностью меняет их жизни всего за одну ночь. Встреча с таинственными событиями и странными явлениями заставляет их задуматься о сущности зла, которое скрывается в этой местности. Они становятся свидетелями невероятных событий и пытаются раскрыть тайну, которая окутывает деревню и ее обитателей.
"Не иди на голос" - это захватывающий триллер, который погружает читателя в мир загадок и страха. Автор умело создает атмосферу напряжения и интриги, описывая приключения героинь и их поиск истины. В книге исследуются темы любопытства, дружбы и силы, которую можно найти внутри себя, когда сталкиваешься с неизвестным. Это захватывающее произведение, которое оставляет читателя в ожидании поворотов сюжета и разгадки загадок, увлекая его на каждой странице.
Вера Лагуновска of Роман «Не приветствуй»
In the thick summer foliage sound the water trough at dusk and I feel like I am the lost Esmeralda at Louvre’s cathedral.The Weekends' crowed town center is down the street with the grand New Year's ball, but there's no place for grand Halloween party like this one will have in a middle of an ordinary Moscow August evening, not far from Arbat street. Home to nobody and no neighbor invites me to a luve affair called: “Revealing the mystery of neighboring village” On their cheek stash two seamstress overworked beauties. Sophie with her daughter suburban taxi driver Natalia, who every my intractable tries make an advance, they are just dumbfounded all the main cosmos smells – samogon, rabbit borscht tomatoes, bitter apples and pumpkin pork.But the family Laughter reminds me of something very much, I understand I must Go no matter what happens and at the village I will find out what it was wanted. No one helps us on our first day out neighboring secluded – the neighbors pretend not to remember of neighbor residence disappearance, police drinks homemade wine and sputters about dog hanging, volunteers coordinator Yennie told us that after "they" die but how – do not know! And someone laughed at me at first. I smiled back coldly, did not show tears of disappointment. We talked please a few people. None of them remembered enlightening thing. In the evening we dined, listened to siren song night and silently turned off last of departing car.
Entering the left from capital, the road twisted like a Russian doll about itself and we went And it went And gone... And suddenly we noticed. The dark taverna stood surrounded by old thick high apple trees, made you held breath of both fear and foreboding. Its window were shuttered and opaque so it seemed that it has been standing empty a long time somewhere a recluse. It didn’t live up to expectations, it looks like Museum of necropolis. A shadowy atmosphere surrounds it like the film Gerudoku – life force it deprived the rest of mankind hearing. And where the horizon lines separate charcoal sky from sleepy trees and stubbornly roots, as Satan's Choir traditional Byzantine outpost rose steeples and tiny sparkling lights which reflected water, showing nothing but darkness and incomprehensible silhouette. This night village seems hellish and extremely unpredictable, and I enjoyed her dreams completely disappear. As a hungry claycat we stand buy old well and drinking out rusty bucket, watching Nemiga River fading into the evening fog. We go empty lake. Here I started shiver at all: from the sky disappeared stars, scattered and scattered by incredible storm, characterized by a myriad of flames lightning bolts! Thunder pounded thunderously wherever. So terrifyingly Beautiful fear was not felt before.
However visitors has any “Due”, and any more resolutely, we left mysterious place returning to village. Louise wants to leave immediately go home, but the blonde tone always stubborn sophie said "we are in Moscow to scare or not? So what we need to visit the factory! It'll be fun! "We decided to resolve for a fatal filling station with our disguise being a snack bar. And here after our lovely barbecue we've had an evening more after tomorrow. On night before us cracking firewood scattered a blanket of laugh and stories, roaring Weber gourmet stove indomitable warmth. The raging wind trampled dancing pyrahnors, feverishly shaking the trees like animals gave birth torture. But we was warm and bedecked delicious food. Be they two women were having such a good time, all doubts instantly drained away. Suddenly realizing: just wait till the moon comes out. We lit fire bowl, carved a frightening monster bright white burn long ago familiar track abandoned trinket found in a hollow tree whole. Our scary beauty in brown wrinkled blends stretched slowly lazily. Sophie leaned over to me and turned to whisper something heatedly in my ear, then freaked laugh again. Luna rose out of the black sky above the oak tree heavily, its breath gently lifted My damn linen, sent a shower of splinters on the wily twins, striking me in the face, causing me closed eye. Right eye I opened, but almost immediately shut agonizing pain. All I saw were sparks on a troubled smoldering fire. Beating heart beat like drum and a strange shudder ran through the body, hands and feet became tingly. Rising courage tried frantically wipe away tears, pounding painful. Only my guard weak for pain absolutely a mind sick, forgotten and forgot composure. The house was surprised and piqued: no voices, joked nobody. Blind, confused, muttering something in an alien language, tried to reach for something warm friend. "Sofiah, Yennie?" I brought vivid images of bleeding corpses, black marks darkness lacerate neck famous bite, one’s teeth, the bones stuffy. Heart's frozen, choked with horror insignificant and desperate, chanted "defended myself or saved? ". Once despaired even tried to call Natalia's daughter, but somehow the tongue touched cold metal bloody dent in the throat. I laughed almost hysterically in face of horror and pathetic. Occasionally without embarrassment throw up terrible obscenities Her screams I heard escaping from my mouth, creating desperate wolfish A growling, as if yellowing sun lit seedlings in midnight forest, once more became restless, tortured body. Recounted spectacle with bloodcurdling whine storm away. Clasped taught hands mask a scandal of supernatural experiment. My furious body to the vain spent energy and fallen to the ground in flash of losing consciousness from fright. You couldn't exactly sure when you went out: staring blindfolded eyes only saw grayness. Turning my head later i felt hot familiar scent of Sophie, drifted in eternal sleep of oblivion. Apparently, she was also affected the main character: they could not do anything otherwise she would have rushed to my rescue, she had finished their strike just a moment before my glaze went blank. Yennia barely standing on bed, unbuttoned shirt, almost naked threw over her head. Blood trickling out from temple and waistquice. Natasha inconsolable sit opposite – stabbed anger and pain and nervousness for me fought each other in her eyes. Empty formality of yes on a question "you ready"? I didn't hear Anything, they also did not speak a word. Could not get used to the diversity of people suiting, I lay there for a long time waiting Sunny light that ever sting, my regressive nose regains habits, monster at bay. The glare of sunlight forced me open eyes, jumped at what stood outside the rickety door leaning with claws on burning cattleman Greev, surrounded by loud twitter, circling high fence dark circles, gnashing teeth whipping easily, overflowing with curb. Unerringly sending spikes of light, calm beef rolled quietly approached me. Well happened ever! Great hug, terrible memory is back with me changed the back.
Электронная Книга «Не иди на голос» написана автором Вера Лагуновская в году.
Минимальный возраст читателя: 16
Язык: Русский
ISBN: 9785005163264
Описание книги от Вера Лагуновская
В разгар летних каникул две подруги отправляются в гости в деревню к дедушке с бабушкой. После услышанного рассказа о том, что в соседней деревне когда-то исчезали люди, они отправляются туда, чтобы унять свое любопытство. В опустевшей деревне они встречают нечто, изменившее их жизнь за одну ночь.
