Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 166 Magic
The old man put a dirty soldier's jacket over Sasha's shoulders, and she broke free from it and followed the doctor out.

Passing the other wards of the military hospital, passing through the wards and the small storerooms filled with tables used as beds, up two flights of stairs, and out of an inconspicuous low opening into a spacious long hall
She hesitated for a moment at the threshold, she did not dare to step into the long hall.She had never seen so many people before, and she couldn't even imagine that there were so many real people living in this world.

Thousands of faces—faces without gas masks!

They have nothing in common with each other...

There are also very weak old people and weak children here.

Lots of men—bearded and bald, tall and short, tired and emaciated, rosy-cheeked and muscular, some crippled in battle.

There are those who are born deformed, and those who are too beautiful, and those who are not so outstanding in appearance but have an elusive charm.

And so many women—full-hipped peddler girls in turbans and quilted jackets, flushed, and slender girls in extraordinarily bright dresses with fancy beading.

Did they notice her?

Did you find her different?
Is there a way for her to hide in the crowd, blend in and become one of them?

Would they immediately pounce on her and bite her, just like the rats do to the alienated albino?
At first, she felt that everyone's eyes were on her, and any eyes caught casually made her feel feverish.

But after a quarter of an hour passed, she gradually got used to it:
Some of those eyes were full of hostility, some were full of curiosity, and some were extremely stubborn, but most of them were indifferent. If they met Sasha's eyes, they would turn away immediately, not wanting her to find out that they were look at her.

These casual, soft glances seemed to Sasha like grease on the gears of a busy man.

If they are interested in each other, the friction force will be extremely high, and the entire mechanical system will stop working.

If Sasha wanted to blend in with the crowd, she had to change her clothes and get a new haircut.She didn't dare to look directly into other people's pupils. When others saw her, she immediately looked away and put on an indifferent expression.

She decides to move quickly through the crowd without looking at anyone.

The hall was filled with the smell of people, like boiling soup, which burned Sasha's nose immediately, but his sense of smell immediately became dull, and he could only catch the most important smell after a while, and automatically ignored other smells .

Suddenly, amidst the sour smell of stale flesh, Sasha smelled the green onion smell of fresh and young flesh, and the crowd was surrounded by the rare aroma of a well-maintained woman, mixed with The smell of meat on the grill, the miasma of newly dug holes.

All in all, for Sasha, the passage between the two Bervilets exudes a breath of life, and the more Sasha smells it, the smell becomes more and more sweet.

It seemed that she would need a whole month to really get acquainted with this boundless passage.

Everything here surprised her...

The benches here are all upholstered, intertwined with yellow embossed metal rings for a memorable look.There was also a huge stack of books, buried with far too much secret information, far more than she could digest.

There are peddlers standing next to the small shop, the shop has a sign that says "Flowers", and there are a lot of holiday cards with beautiful bouquets on the shop - Sasha once received one when she was a child, but this one There are so many in the shop!

Newborn babies cling to their mothers' chests, and older children play with real cats.

Couples of lovers, some are touching each other with fiery eyes, some are using their fingers.

Another man tried to touch her.

Of course, she could have interpreted the attention and interest as a sign of hospitality from the locals, or an attempt to sell her something, but they often spoke in a particular airy way, which embarrassed and disgusted Sasha.

How did she capture them?

Couldn't the local women be enough for them?

Some of the local women are real beauties, with brightly colored turbans wrapped around their heads like budding flowers.

Maybe they were laughing at her—her smock, her soldier's coat, her cheeks smeared with soot.

Is she attractive to men?
She was suddenly stung by a strange denial of herself.

Maybe she doesn't understand these things?

But what would it be otherwise?
There was a sadness in her heart—a tender spot just where her ribs came together, and even deeper.

The same position was also opened for herself only one day and night ago.

Sasha, trying to drive away the anxiety in her heart, trudged through the various shops, which were filled with every kind of goods she could think of—armor and trinkets, clothes and various instruments—but these things were not very attract her.

Maybe it was her internal dialogue that rang out over the crowd, and the image of the person in memory was much more vivid than the real person in front of her eyes.

Did she have a place in his life?
After everything that happened, did she have the right to criticize his actions?
Most importantly, what's the point of this stupid tangle in her heart?She can't do anything for him...

By the time Sasha realized what was happening to her, she had stopped doubting and calmed down.

She listened attentively to her heart, and caught the echo of the distant melody. The melody penetrated into her body from outside the body, dripping in the bottom of her heart together with the muddy human voice, but they were not intertwined.

Sasha's musical enlightenment is no different from others, it all started with her mother's lullaby.

But then she couldn't even hear lullabies: her father was tone deaf and didn't like to sing.

Jamaicans and jugglers aren't welcome at Auto Works Station!
The guards often sang mournful military songs hoarsely by the campfire, but they could neither make the broken guitar sound, nor Sasha's heartstrings.

But now Sasha heard the bleak sound of the guitar, or rather, the soft, alive singing of a girl.

No, it was the girl's voice—impossibly high for a human voice, and unnaturally loud for her at the same time.

But what can Sasha compare with such a wonderful singing voice?
This piece of music played by an unknown instrument seems to have cast a spell on people, lifted them into the air, and brought them to a far, far away place, a world that people born in the subway cannot imagine .

(End of this chapter)