Phantom of the museum.
Corridor ended with a yellow lace, which I over stepped with pleasure, because zombies couldn’t do this. And I was followed by six or seven of them. I guess, their psychology was fixed on allhuman stereotypes, and you can use it.

Lately zombie became even more aggressive and even more disgusting, I guess they would.Hermitage fire extinguishers work correctly, I’ve tested it on a couple of these beasts. In front there were building timbers and it smelled with plaster moulding.
I overcame all the building trash, and saw a sitting on a stepladder an old man, who didn’t look like a builder at all.

We both stared at each other.
I even can say that stared carefully. He holded unfinished bottle with you can guess what in his hand.

- I see you are not one of them,-the bottle swinged.
-Have a drink – he continued.-They jump away from this smell.-

Does he examine me, I thought, and only now I understood why I hadn’t turned into a zombie, all thanks to alchohol. But there was nothing to drink with, but that would be ok.

While I was making myself comfortable on a piece of cartoon, he was telling me interesting things. For some time he had worked here as a night guard, until they hung the national flag outside. He considered it as a shame for the museum, began to write to defferent offices and finally was fired. Telling th truth, I can’t understand why he was against it, I think, it’s not the first time when we privatize the glories of others.

-And do you know why the visitors gone mad?-
-No, - I answer, - but it started with the excursion…-

-Have you seen Rubens Meduse? You think, it is here by chance, no, this is a terract. A real terract. She hypnotizes everybody. Astrologers tol it.
The old man gone mad in the Hermitage.

The phone rang again, and I haven’t heard it again. This is my friend who is in a train already and wishes me good luck. And I have to get out of here. And also my legs gone numb because of the unconvinient sitting, I’ve got to stretch them.

I waved goodbye to the former guard, and he gave me a lot of advice, so I was happy to skip. He considers that Meduse must be picked with knife, like Danae.

He even tried to give me a knife, very curve from knight’s depertment Now I will tell you how croed of zombies got stuck in a roteting doors and nowbody could get out, so I had to find another exit.

Zombies like Egyptian mummies who got alive were stepping the parquet floor of the Hermitage. Somewhere near the plinths were their shit , mumbling something and looking on the floor sometimes glancing on masterpieces I was like them, so I got closer to the window.

Streets nearby were blocked, but it was impossible to find out what was going on there.Somethind dark and elongated fall from above, I thought that a zombie had found an entrance to the roof.i imagined how they roabed there between statuses and I felt not comfortable.

The museum is restoring its reputation.

There is no wonder the museum got back its reputation very fast, and in a day zobies came to their sence. And the very fact of their mutation was thought to be the did of the yellow press as the mass concidered it to be.
But the yellow newspapers got their luck, I will give you some headlines:

The hungry workers from south capture the Hermitage!

The gaps under the hermitage!Mayor promisses to plug with human bodies!

Termits attested the Hermitage!

In the inner garden of the Hermitage a medieval reactor is found!

Zombies in the Hermitage!..

fomiash 30/12/08
PS All the evants are fake , coinsidences are accidentic:)