Yagody strasti, yagody smerti

On priblizilsya k bochkam. Zdes' yagody vinograda, po yego razumeniyu, otdavali dushu. Otdavali v sok, kotoromu vskore suzhdeno stat' vinom. Prevrashcheniye solnechnykh yagod v solnechnyy napitok po imeni vino yemu kazalos' velikim chudom i tainstvom, i seychas u nego vpervyye poyavilas' vozmozhnost' prisutstvovat' pri chude i tainstve. Vzyav v ruki shest, Kolya medlenno nachal krugovorot yagod, vnyukhivayas' i vglyadyvayas'. Kak vdrug oshchutil sil'nyy tolchok. On khotel obernut'sya, uvidet' togo, kto pikhal yego v spinu... Novyy tolchok prishelsya na zatylok i pogruzil yego litso v bochku. Kolya zakhlebnulsya, popytalsya vyprostat' litso iz vinogradnoy zhizhi i skazat' idiotu-shutniku vse, chto on o nem dumayet... No v etot moment yego nogi otorvalis' ot pola, golova neumolimo poshla ko dnu bochki, i yagody, - samyye prekrasnyye yagody, kotoryye tol'ko byla sposobna porodit' zemlya, - poglotili yego telo tselikom. Legkiye napolnil vinogradnyy sok, - yedva zabrodivshiy, pryanyy, smertel'nyy. Yego bol'she nikto ne tolkal, no Kolya ob etom uzhe ne uznal. On umer