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I was six months pregnant. I was having bad dreams, which I hadn’t had before. I dreamt, of course, but not like that. I dreamt that I was walking through some forest, and I felt terrible, the baby was pushing inside, and after a couple of minutes it came out of my stomach, as it should be: red, wet all over, rolling its eyes and yelling: “Gennadya! I’m not your…”

Then I wake up and realize I was dreaming. My mom yells that I’m a jerk, and that’s why I’m dreaming. And at sixteen I had not yet had enough of it, I wanted to vomit so badly, I roared and fingernailed the bed.

Then I wake up and realize I was dreaming. My mom yells that I’m a jerk, and that’s why I’m dreaming. And at sixteen I had not yet had enough of it, I wanted to vomit so badly, I roared and fingernailed the bed.

I gave birth to my daughter in due time, but on the eve of delivery I had a dream: that I was no longer in the forest, but in a clearing, and that my daughter came to me and said: if I give birth – you will not be pleased, it is better to die! And she turned into a snake and put it around my neck. I woke up, went to my friend, drank wine and some pills at the same time…

My daughter died two hours after birth from airway obstruction. I don’t consider myself to be at fault. I may have given birth to a witch or a maniac, so I did the right thing. Of course, almost no one knows about it, and now you do. Thank you for your attention.

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