Paradise Lost - Poison

It was probably the second hour of the night, when suddenly I heard that someone was racing down the street with all his might. And after him, there are six people, and screams are heard: “I will ask you”, “I will show you”, “Look, you kind of a bastard”, “Bast” - and the like. Just under my windows, they caught up with him, and a scuffle began - you can hear them kicking, beating on their faces, groaning, wheezing ... Deaf blows reach the room, as if they hit with a stick on the head. And no screams. Damn it, it’s no good — six are bashing one, like it's a sack of hay. I wanted to get up and shout to them that this is disgusting. But then roared in pain. Curse!I can’t move! A terrible thing is powerlessness! I gnashed my teeth and mooed with anger. Suddenly something happened to me, I jumped out of bed, grabbed a stick and rushed down the stairs. I ran out into the street - I see nothing. I came across a guy and let's stick him with a stick. The rest - to run, I’m fooling about this dunce, oh, as I’m fooling, I haven’t fooled anyone in my life like that. Only then did I notice that tears were flowing from the pain. I climbed the stairs for at least an hour until I got to bed, but in the morning I could not only move, but also walk ... It's just a miracle ...