Copper eyes. Human eye color: description and meaning

Masha dreamed of hail. Large, the size of a chicken egg. He hit the tin shed, empty barrels, the roof. Boom Boom Boom…
- Masha, get up. Hail! Yes, wake up! - Olya pushed her sister.
She opened her eyes and saw a worried face lit by a kerosene lamp. Behind the face is a window, tape crosswise. Outside the window, thunder and flashes. Boom, boom, boom… It was hail. Multiple launch rocket system. Shells swept over the house, fell nearby, rattling. Everything in the room trembled, rang, bounced.
Are they shooting again? - asked Masha.
- Yes. Fast to the cellar!
Together they lifted the heavy lid and climbed down. Previously, Masha was afraid of such places. I thought there were monsters. Now the cellar seemed cozy and safe to her. The real monsters were at the top. They flew across the sky with a roar, crushed people with iron paws, spit fire and metal.
There was a crash somewhere nearby, empty cans jingled. Olya tightly hugged her sister with one hand, crossed herself with the other.
- God, do something. When will it end? God! - it was heard in her voice that Olya was crying.
Masha's eyes remained dry. She became more patient, humble, indifferent. You can read a book under cannonades, eat what they give, sleep where you have to.
In addition, Masha has forgotten how to dream. It's dangerous, and it's useless. All dreams come true sooner or later, but a little different or not at all. And not a bit happy about it. I remember that Masha dreamed of being shown on TV with Olya. Showed. True, it was difficult to recognize them: ragged, tear-stained, all covered in blood and soot. She wanted the unloved school to burn down. Burned down. No roof, no windows, just blackened walls. She also wanted her parents not to scold for triples. No more scolding. Dad was torn to pieces, mom was cut with fragments - there was no living place left.
A shell hit their apartment on the top floor of a nine-story building: instead of furniture and appliances, burnt fragments, the loggia was demolished along with Jack the Labrador locked on it, there was a huge hole in the ceiling, you can see the sky through it. The sisters were lucky: in the room where they were, only the windows were broken. Masha now has a deep cut on her forehead, from which the scar will remain for life. But, compared to other troubles, this is not a problem at all.
Now the sisters lived with Sasha, Olya's fiancé. His house was in the private sector behind the stakes. Behind the house was a vacant lot, in the vacant lot there was an old withered pear tree. When the pear was alive, Sasha's father hanged himself on it. Drunk, they say. Sasha hung himself on the same tree. Like unhappy love. I would have been lying in the grave for a long time if Fomich, a retired miner, had not noticed in time and pulled him out of the noose.
- I'm dead, Olka. Dead! - the drunken Sasha said, sitting at the door. - There, in heaven, they put a cross on me: I killed myself and that's it. They are strict there. Will you go to hell with me? Answer! You won't go, I know. Even now you won't come to me. Bitch!
And a fist on the door.
The sisters hid from Sasha in the bedroom. They closed on the heck, barricaded themselves with an armchair. After sobering up, he asked for forgiveness. On his knees, he swore and swore, said that "by no means" and "never again." And then - all over again. Olya cried, for the umpteenth time she packed her bags, threatened to leave with her sister, even under shelling. But there was nowhere to go, and Sasha was sorry, and she loved him in her own way. He drinks - a fool-fool, sober - a great guy.

Sasha was ten years older than Olya, Masha was almost like a father. By the age of thirty, I had tried and experienced a lot. Served in the army. He worked as a miner, builder, furniture maker, sailor, janitor, freight forwarder, driver, storekeeper. Was judged, conditionally, though. Was married and divorced. Far away, beyond the Arctic Circle, his seven-year-old son went to school, he sent electronic transfers to him, month after month.
Until recently, Sasha had his own business - a small trucking company. He took a gazelle on credit, made a team of loaders from his friends, raised good money. Things were going well. The loan was paid off, the repairs in the house were completed, and Sasha was already looking after a five-ton Mercedes.
But then the war began. Sasha did not leave as a refugee, but he did not sit in the basement either: he was almost the first to join the militia. The guys from his brigade changed from work overalls to khaki uniforms. There is an orange and black ribbon on the lapel. Instead of a rigging strap - a machine strap.
Sasha rarely spent the night at home now. And when he spent the night, he drank more and more. Knowing that Olya didn’t like it, it was as if he deliberately tried to kiss. Forced to closeness, but in the blue he rarely succeeded. Then, all crimson, sweaty and pitiful, with a face distorted with anger and therefore especially ugly and aged, Sasha began to recall Olya her past. Olya pulled away, grimacing. She covered her ears with her hands. But he still yelled all over the house.
- Whore! Bitch! I hate! Lord, Lord, Lord!

At the age of sixteen, Olya got into a very unpleasant story: she was lost at cards. She lost her innocence not with anyone, but with Lesha the Saint, whose brother was in great authority at Putilovka. Lesha was a copy of his brother: he was proud of his never healing knuckles and chipped, but at the same time perfectly white teeth, clumsy tattoos stuffed with an unsteady hand, but according to concepts. Lyosha was still that freak: short, strong, with an unpleasantly pretty face, boastful, cocky and completely unpredictable. He rushed from one extreme to another, from the fire to the frying pan. Out of jealousy, he broke Olya's lip, even sewed it up with inside had to. He never gave gifts, even though he had a lot of money in his pockets. Then he brought her a clearly squeezed smartphone and a “snake bracelet”. Olya was afraid to carry her home, her father and mother would have twisted her neck.
Lesha was rarely lucky at cards. That evening especially. We sat and drank at the Professor's - a long, slender bespectacled man with university education and incomplete graduate school, a year later he threw himself out of the window, catching a squirrel.
When the meaning of what was said reached Olya, she did not believe it. Is she some kind of thing? Lyosha spoke dryly, abruptly.
- You will go with Vano, - he pointed to a new acquaintance, obviously a Caucasian, - Do not show off. Undressed, lay down, worked. If you refuse, I’ll go through your eyes with your beautiful blade.
Then the whole region found out about it. I wanted to strangle myself on the nearest willow or jump off the balcony. Even the school had to be changed to a culinary school.

Of course, Sasha called them to the parade. The sisters themselves would not have gone: why these parades, if the war is not over, and it is too early to talk about peace? But Sasha knew how to insist on his own.
Why aren't you dressed yet?
- Sasha, I don't want to. What did I forget there? What should I look for there?
- Like what? On these shameful bitches! Don't you want to spit in the killers' faces?
“I won’t go either,” Masha took the side of her sister.
“And you won’t get out of the house at all.” When I was your age, I went to Anapa myself. So. Exactly half an hour to get ready and to look your best, time has come, - he said, as he cut off.
- Why is that? Who needs these outfits, the war is around.
- I need. Why did I bring you a dress from Rostov to hang in the closet? I want you to be the most beautiful. Olchik, Olenka, Olyushka.

We drove with a breeze, in a taxi, the road was almost empty, the driver was dexterous, humorous, talkative. He kept joking about how a SU-25 attack aircraft fired at him right next to the house, and he climbed under the car to escape. If he had hit his Lada with a full tank, he wouldn't be driving them now. Oh wow.
Today, for the first time in a long time, Olya and Masha got to the center. On the square with Ilyich it was noisy, crowded, the “Russian March” thundered, Russian tricolors, red banners and flags of Novorossiya fluttered. Public transport was blocked. To the sounds of patriotic songs, Olya listened to what the civilians and the military were saying, speaking from the podium. They talked about the fact that near Amvrosievka the enemy was surrounded, that fraternal Russia would never betray. We talked a lot about Crimea and the referendum. And about the fact that there is very little left before the Victory.
Broken, mangled enemy equipment stood on the square. Along Artem Street, just like in Moscow in the summer of 1944, Nazi prisoners were led. Olya stood on her tiptoes to take a closer look. Someone laid the flag of the "Right Sector" on the asphalt. The sisters liked this idea.
There were about fifty of them. Dirty, ragged, not all even in uniform, many in civilian clothes. "Murderers!", "Creatures!", "Damn!", "Fascists", "I hate!" "Die!" people shouted. Rotten vegetables, stones, rotten eggs flew from all sides. Someone tried to break forward, but the military did not allow.
Lowering their heads, the "non-brothers" walked as if to the slaughter. Here comes a very young, frail, small one, it seems that such a machine gun will not hold in his hands. Olya takes a closer look. A trident is impaled on the boy's sunken chest. Next to him, a man of about fifty is limping, looking like a farmer or a beekeeper, under a torn uniform - also tattoos, but ordinary ones: a sailboat, the sun, woman's name Lyudmila. Why kill this? Olya followed the eyes of everyone, asking herself this question. What for? Didn't they live quietly on the other side of the Dnieper?
One woman in a black headscarf surged forward, squeezing through a living wall of people in camouflage. In her hands was a piece of rebar wrapped in newspaper. No luck to the one who was fifth.
Masha suddenly wanted to have a heavy piece of iron in her hands. She would then be for mom, and for dad, and for ...
- Bastards! Masha screams unexpectedly loudly for herself. - I hate it!
- Nothing, nothing, soon none of them will be left, - Sasha assures, - Wait a little, little one.
After the parade, cars washed the street. Masha seems to have seen this in some movie.
There is a holiday at home on the occasion of the parade, but Sasha knows when to stop.
“I told you that there is more good in him than bad,” Olya beams. Today, in front of everyone, they proposed to her.
- Yeah. I have already forgiven everything, - Masha grumbles angrily. - We have nowhere to go. That's what.
- Little fool. It is impossible for a woman without a man: if you grow up, you will understand. And Sasha is a hero.
- Hero, - Masha immediately agrees. In their family, the military has a special relationship. Yes, and dad served in Afghanistan.

A big and noisy feast in the banquet hall of the old Palace of Culture. Among the invited guests there are no acquaintances, friends, sisters or Sasha, but she is considered in this company as one of her own. Someone came with weapons and in camouflage, someone in civilian clothes, someone even in full dress, as if for a wedding or funeral.
There are many meat dishes and vodka on the table. Hungry Olya is pleased with the abundance of fried, baked, boiled, smoked meat, generously sliced brisket, sausages, rolls wrapped with cunning stuffing, bacon, whole shank. And the vodka is kind of creepy. Olya brings the glass to her nose and sniffs. Drinks quite a bit. Wrinkles. Sweet warm scent. Plastic taste. They obviously saved on vodka.
- Do not smell, but drink, - Olya teaches a rather colorful girl with a wide-breathing chest, sitting in an embrace with a companion who looks like a red devil. - In one gulp. Hop. On - drink. But in the tetrapack, instead of juice, there is moonshine. Not the worst, but still moonshine.
- Are you kidding?! It's not funny, after all, - Olya is offended.
“Maybe a seagull,” the girl helpfully turns to her. “I don’t understand, we have such a tradition.
Olya reaches for an aluminum teapot with a melted plastic handle and a side pressed in on one side. Sticks to a narrow nose. Here and at all alcohol. The hair on the back of her head moves, her throat burns, but Olya still takes three decisive sips.
- Now make a toast.
- Bones, bones, come visit! - Olya blurts out quickly.
- Satan, be kind to the bottom! - the girl does not retreat.
- Bitter! Bitterly! Bitterly! shouting from all sides.
- And why do you always shout "bitterly"? Olya is surprised.
- But because we are bitter all the time, - the gray-haired warrior answers her.
A guitar is already in hand, slender and not very voices sing military songs, glorify the heroes of past wars, without clinking glasses, they drink for the deceased comrades. As usual in large companies, someone starts bullying: “Yes, I passed Slavyansk while you were chilling here in the city”, “Yes, because of people like you, hundreds of our guys are dying.” Glasses, forks, plates fly and fall. Someone brushes off a bottle with his hand, someone is raked up in an armful, dropped on the floor.
The guy sitting opposite Olya with shaved temples and stretched lobes of pierced ears is an unusual character and obviously superfluous here. He doesn't drink, he doesn't eat, he only smokes a black pipe. The guy has an impudent look, a beard grows in shreds, nervous sloppy fingers and a wandering smile. They are already squinting at him. However, it is clear that, despite the frail body and lack of muscles, the guy knows how to stand up for himself. Ole, he doesn't even seem human.
- Are you hung with trinkets like a woman?
- Like. It hurts your eyes - don't look, - the guy answers confidently.
A thin and light one points a Kalash at him.
- Bang Bang. Oh-oh-oh - my bunny runs away.
“But you won’t take you to Sharap,” he says with a Kalash, not without respect, “I respect you.
The guy smiles at Olya.
- Do you want a pear?
- Let's.
“Catch it,” he takes it out of his pocket and throws it across the table to her.
Olya deftly catches a pear with one hand. The pear is large, ripe, fragrant. Olya bites greedily and immediately spits it out. Taste of rotten meat in the mouth. He looks, and inside - rot and worms swarm. Just not those that are usually found in fruits and berries. "Sepulchers?" - a thought floats...
Something falls loudly in the kitchen, and Olya wakes up.
- Damn, - I didn’t finish watching the dream, - she says with annoyance.

There were still a few hours left before the arrival of the guests. Masha, wound on curlers, spun in front of the mirror. The doorbell rang. Near the gate stood two men in camouflage, a young one and an old one. Masha got used to the fact that there were often people in uniform in the house, and therefore she opened it without hesitation: those “others” would still not break through into the city protected from all sides. That's what Sasha said. Sasha also said that he was charmed and therefore not afraid of death. And that they don't die twice.
- Olga Boyko lives here? - asked the old one.
- Yes, here, only she is not Boyko, but Peresypko, - the girl corrected. - And Sasha is on the front.
“And you must be Masha,” the elderly man turned to her. - I am Palych, and this is Klesch, we served with Sanka. We urgently need to talk to your sister.
- She is doing the correction, she does her nails, but why do you need her?
- You know, that's the thing. I don’t even know where to start ... In general, we need to talk with Olga, we can’t get through to her, the subscriber is not available all the time.
- So the phone is probably dead, and with the correction it will return only in two hours.
No, we can't wait that long.
“Maybe you shouldn’t tell the girl?”
- The news we have, Mashenka, is bad. Read it for yourself...
Palych takes out an envelope from his breast pocket, which contains a letter with a blurred seal. Masha reads fluently: “we regret to inform you”, “he died heroically”, “we bring you our condolences”.
Masha does not know how to react to her: not quite a stranger died, but on the other hand, she never loved Sasha. He was evil. Nutty. He provided for everyone, but he also drank. He shouted at Olka, he also brought her up, though not with mats and cuffs. They'll be better off without him. Calm down. That's just where they live now, Olya, according to his documents, is not his wife ...
In order to console Masha, Kleshch leans over, strokes her head, and hugs her shoulders. It seems that you need to cry, but Masha cannot. Helps out seasonal allergies: the young soldier's vest smells sharply of sweat, dust and steppe grass. The girl sniffs, her eyes water, her cheeks turn crimson. Tormented by a fit of coughing, she runs to the bathroom.
- I'm very upset, poor thing. Imagine what will happen to Olga, because Sanya wanted to marry her.
- Mda. As in the song of that “War, war is a bad woman. She's a bitch."

having washed cold water After drinking two tablets of Lorotadin, Masha lies on the bed, holding a letter in her hands. He begins to scold himself for bad thoughts about Sasha.
“You are like a little sister to me, Masha,” Sasha told her more than once.
The girl is tormented by doubts: is it worth telling her sister today, because Olya has a birthday. Is it worth spoiling the holiday: guests will come, bring gifts, they will sing, dance, have fun, just like in peacetime. Maybe it's better to postpone until tomorrow? You won't get Sasha back anyway. Masha hides the letter in the table, locks the drawer with a key, and puts the key under the pillow.
Why haven't you fired up the grill yet? Here's a lazybones! - Olya starts up from a half turn, but Masha is not a bit angry.
- Are you crying? The older one looks closely at the younger one.
- Yes, there was an attack, - Masha dismisses.
- Strong?
- Unusual. I have already taken the pills.
Sisters in four hands quickly and deftly cut sausage, cheese, vegetables, dress salads. While firewood is burning in the brazier, the meat marinated from yesterday evening is strung. Volleys of heavy artillery can be heard in the distance, machine-gun fire is heard very close by. But Olya today does not want to talk about the war at all.
- Not a word about politics, - warns the guests. - And no funeral toasts for enemies.
- Can you even drink for our soldiers?
- Yes, you certainly may!
No, no, but the conversation still turns to war and “bangs”.
I divorced my wife because of this. My mother-in-law, a beloved toad, worked on everything. Now they live in Poltava. Two bitches say that I won't see my son again.
- And I don’t communicate with my brother anymore, he calls me “cotton wool”.
- And we are with our after Odessa ...
- Do you remember how the "mushroom" grew in broad daylight?
- How can you forget that? Then they thrashed the state-owned factory. In the center, almost all the windows flew out.
- A trolleybus stop? After all, then I swelled and did not go to my shift.
- And I keep dreaming of the Gorlovskaya Madonna.
- If only they didn’t bomb from the air ...
- God save us!
- Do you remember how before the war ...
- And I forgot my life before that. Let's drink something.
The first supply of alcohol is running out, but Sasha is still gone.
- And where the devils wear it? Olya is angry. He is angry and afraid to think that ... He was supposed to return the day before yesterday.
Masha is silent as she took water in her mouth.
“They’ll bring it now, don’t be angry, birthday girl,” one of the guests jokes.
And now there is a loud knock on the gate. Yes, they not only knock, but also shout in a sullen voice:
- Open! I walked for a long time.
"Sasha? But Sasha has the keys, - Olya thinks. “Fool, you closed it from the inside.” Here he enters. Fit and tanned. The same as always, only in black glasses and canvas gloves. With flowers. And the flowers, as if they had just been plucked. Field. In the dew
- Pour, do not yawn, - the guests hurry. - Penalty - latecomer.
Olya fusses, she wants to show Sasha how she was waiting for him. How bored. Here's Mimosa, meat fingers, vodka from the freezer. Survived today, that's good.
And Masha is sitting - neither alive nor dead. Bitten tongue. Doesn't believe his eyes. Dreaming, maybe all this? Pinching himself - it hurts, and all in reality.
- My eyes burned a little, - Sasha explains, pointing to the dark glasses. - And a few hands. I walked for a long time, - he adds again.
- Maybe see a doctor?
- Before the wedding will heal, Olga. And you, Mashenka, why don't you meet me?
- And today she is not herself.

The guests slowly disperse, finishing up what they have taken from the table already outside the gate. But they drink in a hurry, you need to be in time before curfew.
Happy Olya never wants to shout at the slow and enchanted Masha: she herself cleans the dishes, brings chairs into the house, wipes the tablecloth, collects bottles. Just think - today Sasha did not drink a glass. She was a big-eyed woman who noticed everything: she sipped it only for her health, and set it aside immediately. It never happened. In fact, he didn't eat anything.
Masha opens the desk drawer. Here is the letter. He rereads to himself three times, but aloud he does not dare, he is afraid.
Knock-knock - at the door. This is Olya.
- We'll go to bed. And don't stay too long.
- Don't go to him, Olechka. Let's go. Do not go! I beg you, dear, - and she cries right sobbing so that her older sister already has a heart.
- Oh, jealous fool! Jealous of Sasha? To our Sasha! - filled with laughter.
- It's not Sasha. He's dead, Olya. I'm afraid of him.
- Well, stop repeating his nonsense after him. Sober like. “Turn off the light and sleep,” he says strictly.
Masha holds out the letter, damp from her palms.
- Look at it yourself.
And the angry Olya does not even want to look - she leaves.

Masha sneaks to her sister's bedroom on tiptoe. Behind the door there is a creaking of armored mesh, a whisper, muffled laughter, something breathy that makes you blush. Olin groan, her own voice, "Oh, it hurts, it hurts, you scratch." Again laughter, groaning, "Don't scratch, I tell you." It's chilly to stand on the bare floor. For some reason, the darkness is damp and slimy. It is not good to eavesdrop on this - Masha understands, but does not leave. It stands, hunched over, hiding, and still does not dare to knock. “If I knock, I’ll say that it’s become bad, the throat is swollen, or that someone is walking in the yard?”, the girl comes up with. Already raises the fist for "knock-knock" ...
Here is another movement behind the door. Someone got up from the bed. Two got up. Heels slapped, and then tsok-tsok-tsok, - clattered on the floor. Like a cat or a dog or some other animal. It cannot be. A bottle of mineral water clicked, opened with a hiss, and then a sob. Olya coughed. Choked on water.
- Wow, good water now. Will you? - this is Sasha. - You just need to find a mug, I'll turn on the light now.
- No, - hoarse voice. - Lie down already.
- Where do you lie down? I also need to go to the bathroom.
"Lie down," he croaked.
- Also my commander, - already without tenderness.
“They are arguing again,” Masha thinks, and this thought is somehow calmer, they are swearing - this is normal, habitual, not scary. Retreats into darkness. Sticks back to the wall. A couple of steps and into the corridor. Maybe they won't notice.
The light flashed, here she is Olya coming out in a nightgown. Masha is not visible in the door arch, and she does not look in her direction. Olya goes into the kitchen, looks into the fridge. She always does. Holding a sandwich in his hand, he goes to the bathroom. Masha sneaks into her room with small steps. “Fuh. I did it!” Water hit the bottom of the tub loudly. The cap of shower gel clicked. The curtain creaked. Masha is still listening intently to the familiar sounds. Here the sister has already turned on the shower, and the splash of water has become muffled. Olya mumbles something under her breath. Masha distinguishes only: “she said”, “it hurts”, “you scratch”, “I will cut off”. And again on the floor tsok-tsok.
- God! Olya screams. - It's you me! You are not Sasha, not my Sasha!
- I'm Olyushka! I, my love... Come to me, I have come for you, my wife!
- Not! You are not Sasha! Who are you, creature?! Ay! No need! Let go!
Olin scream. And the crunch is like cutting meat. And the water no longer flows. He closed it. Masha runs out of the room. In his hands is a heavy flashlight.
- Olya! Olga! Olya! Baby, answer!
Tsok-tsok. Jumping gallop. Costs. Looks straight at her.
- Shh. Do not scream. She is sleeping.
And Masha sees that his eyes are copper, and his teeth and claws are iron. And in the hand...
Heart. Olya's heart.
My sister is in the bathroom. Quiet like that. There is no blood in the face. But around - all in the blood. From laceration Fragments of ribs stick out on the chest. Masha would close her eyes. Vote. Our Father would be remembered.
- Let me go, no one will know, I will be silent, - as if someone is speaking for her. The copper-eyed finger points at the window with a terrible finger, sparkles with sharp teeth:
- Nine steps. Just don't look back. Don't look back, girl. And then run, run, run...
Once. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.
Masha fell out into the front garden, crushing the flowers. From there - through the gate and out into the street. Boom Boom Boom. They thrashed the city. The hum of engines. Flashes left and right. There was a loud thud behind him. Fire erupted. And the girl kept running straight and without looking back. Run, run, run...
When there was no strength left, she sat down, leaning against someone's fence. A large and caring woman took her in an armful and dragged her into the basement. Masha sat there until the morning. And in the morning, she came back. I didn't know why, but I knew it was possible.
The village was as lively and crowded as ever. In addition to local residents, the military, police, doctors, firefighters, and journalists scurried around everywhere. And also - well-groomed, important gentlemen in white OSCE vests. Everyone fussed - they measured shell craters with tape measures, photographed the ruins, assisted the wounded, packed dead bodies and fragments into black bags.
In this bustle, no one paid attention to the barefoot girl in pajamas. Masha went to the place where Sasha's house used to be. There was now no house, no fence, no barn, no garage. Only a dead, flame-scorched pear stuck out above the burnt debris.

Cold look and copper eyes...
You are in a black robe and with a folder "Sentence"
But you can't be touched.
Here is a secretary and a strict prosecutor...

You enter, and everyone - get up, sit down,
And I follow suit.
Your hammer will break my heart!
And to hell with an officer's career.

Today - here is a girl-lawyer,
Probably only after college...
Ninth on the Square - Parade,
But I can't escape the prison route.

Well, why do you need two secretaries?
And what is their print speed?
I am writing to you scolding and reproaching myself.
Willpower and pride have gone somewhere...

You have a folder, a mantle, and a status,
And I have poems and a wounded heart ...
Do you remember that verse - "The sail is whitening" ...?
Well, open the door to your soul!

Soul - darkness, and even more so - someone else's.
Here everyone climbs into it and spit on me ...
I break myself all the time
Hoping that they will finish me off.

Why did you reject the applications
And placed in a lunatic asylum?
You are not a priest to say: "Repent!"
Do you love church choir?

And I love ... I love!
He puts me in a trance.
I'll finish myself first
In the evening I will listen to a romance.

I will gladly hear the verdict.
Maybe not making sense...
I'm not a criminal or a thief at all,
My fate - now depends on you.

I think it's very hard
To be a judge, and to have such power.
You know, childhood is gone...
Now I'm only dizzy with passion.

To be honest, I feel good here.
Here people are in uniform. Very tasty food.
And at night I see a big ball of light,
And from it - the soldiers come out ...

And in the afternoon they take me for a walk,
And I walk on the black square.
For an afternoon snack - tea and a fresh bun,
And behind the fence - the dates slip away ...

In another room - the girls are sitting,
They were brought recently from the pre-trial detention center.
They walk in formation here and are silent,
Consider me very lucky.

You know, I thank you.
Maybe I wanted to be here...
I will definitely finish myself!
So that it sings better in the prison yard.

I'm sorry that there is no execution now.
Let it not be entirely humane,
But I believe: geeks like me
Should be placed against the wall. Early in the morning.

I dream of the scene of my execution
And I wake up in a cold sweat...
That's just my life - alas, not a stage.
I plead guilty. And I repent.

Here is a piece of the sky in a box,
Barbed wire on the fence...
I'm lying on an iron couch,
The thunder pierces the brain.

I read Sergei Yesenin
And a textbook on psychology.
I want to go to the village canopy,
And forget about the laws of logic.

Here is a poem - "Letter to a woman",
I want to write to the judge...
I'm just your little sister,
Don't think so badly of me.

I want to say thank you
And congratulations on Victory Day.
Wish you health, happiness,
Send this creation to you.

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cones;
sticks.

The rods help people navigate in the dark, and the cones respond to light. What color are the retinal cones selectively sensitive to? Cones are sensitive to blue, green and red light wavelengths. It is this color spectrum that is the basis for our color perception.

Factors that form the color of the iris

Everyone's eye color is different and ranges from very light to very dark shades. Although genetics play a dominant role in determining the color of the iris, but like many other genetic characteristics, it is not so simple.

So what determines the color of a person's eyes? It is generally accepted that children inherit the color of the iris from their parents. In fact, the inheritance of color is a more complex process - polygenic. This trait is affected not by one gene, but by several at once. In addition, this is not the only factor that forms the color.

1. Melanin.

To find out what a person's eye color is, just look at the color of his iris. It is determined by the content and size of the pigment fibers responsible for color - melanin.

At birth, children have not yet developed enough of this color pigment, so many newborns have gray-blue eyes (they are also called "milky"). Gradually, melanin accumulates, and the baby acquires its natural eye color, laid down in it by genetics.

Melanin is present in both the anterior and posterior layers of the iris. However, the pigment content in its frontal part determines the decisive importance.

Owners blue eyes do not have melanin, so in fact their color of the iris is just an "illusion", which takes on a shade due to the property of Rayleigh light scattering.

Carriers of dark eyes have a high content of melanin, and people with green eyes have less pigment than brown-eyed people, but more than blue-eyed people.

With a very large accumulation of melanin in the iris, it acquires a very dark shade, creating the effect of a black color.

2. Genetics.

Eye color is determined by eight genes. The most responsible is the OCA2 gene, located on chromosome 15. It produces a protein called P-protein, which helps create and process melanin.

Each person has two copies of each gene in their DNA: one copy is inherited from mom and one from dad. The dominance of one copy of a gene over another means that the dominant copy determines the color of the iris, and the properties of the other gene are suppressed.

The combined function of a number of other genes can increase melanin in the eyes to higher levels than either parent, which explains how parents with light irises sometimes have dark-eyed children.

Interesting! Recent studies have shown that blue eye color only occurred in the last 6,000 to 10,000 years and is a genetic mutation.

Eye iris colors

So what are the eyes? Which eye color is the rarest and which is the most common? And also, what is the name of the condition when the color of the iris of one eye differs from the other? Consider the different colors of the iris of the human eye.

Brown eyes

Chestnut is the most common eye color in the world. Most of the world's population are its carriers. The color is due to the high content of pigment and the dominant gene in the pair.

In humans, right-handedness dominates over left-handedness, so brown eye color is the most common among the population.

A lot of brown-eyed people live in African and Asian countries.

They are considered a mixed eye color - only about 5-8% of the world's population are carriers of it. The color has a high concentration of pigments closer to the center and less at the borders, which creates the effect of a multi-colored iris: from yellow-green to brown.

Blue eyes

Blue eyes are caused by a mutation and are therefore much less common worldwide. This color is determined total absence melanin.

The blue color of the eyes is due to Rayleigh scattering as it reflects light from the iris.

Interesting! Recently, scientists have revealed a fact: people who have blue eyes are descended from the same ancestor!

Due to the mix of racial groups, blue eyes with recessive genes are becoming rarer and rarer. The largest number carriers are concentrated among nationalities located near the Baltic Sea in northern Europe. According to various estimates, about 8% of the world's population are their carriers.

This is the rarest eye color in the world, only about 2% of the world's population are their owners. Today, about 7 billion people live on the planet, which means that only 140 million of them are green.

They are often confused with swamps, but it is completely different - more distinct and concentrated. The green color of the eyes was formed due to a small amount of pigmentation in the eye. The combination of golden with natural blue light scattering results in this color.

Most common in European countries, as well as in West Asian.

Attention! Those with green eyes are more susceptible to the harmful effects of the sun's rays. This is due to the previously mentioned melanin pigment. Simply put, people with this iris color are more likely to develop certain types of cancer, such as intraocular melanoma.

Light-eyed people should definitely wear sunglasses when outdoors during periods of high sun exposure.

Grey eyes

Gray eyes may mistakenly be considered a tint of blue. "Silver" eyes are the result of a low content of melanin and are reflected in gray-silver appearance. They tend to brown-gold spots and can change from gray to blue and green due to environmental conditions and emotional state.

The light and dark gray color is inherent in the carriers of Eastern European countries, and it can also be classified as rare.

amber eyes

A shade of yellow-copper tone, which is formed as a result of yellow pigment. Amber eye color is also a rarity.

They are most common in Asian countries and southern America. The color of this eye color can vary from golden yellow to a more copper tone.

Such an effect can be found with a mutation when melanin is completely absent (for example, in albinos). As a result, blood vessels are strongly accentuated.

The red color you see in this image is a reflection of the flash at the back of the iris filled with blood vessels.

This unusual coloration of the iris is due to a genetic mutation. This deviation is called "born in Alexandria." There are many legends associated with this color, the confirmation of which no one has found.

The first case was recorded in the 1300s. The deviation does not affect the quality of vision.

Heterochromia

You must have heard of people who have different colored eyes?

A condition in which one eye acquires one color and the other has a different color is commonly called heterochromia.

It is believed that this is due to a mutation in the genes responsible for the distribution of melanin, which often change due to chromosomal homogeneity. The picture shows a woman with different eye colors: one is dark brown, the other is gray-blue.

What does your eye color say about you?

What is the meaning of eye color and what can they tell about a person?

It is believed that the eyes do not lie. One way to "read the truth" is to study the color of the human eye.

So, what does eye color mean and how does it affect temperament?

1. Dark brown - what does this eye color say about its owners?

The owners of such eyes can act harshly and cold-bloodedly, being quite sensitive natures in their souls. They combine confidence, simplicity and modesty.

People with brown eyes are considered wonderful lovers. Carriers of brown eyes in dark shades are known for their leadership abilities and are less likely to succumb to various addictions. They have great mental strength.

2. Green eyes and their secret.

The color of the rarest eye color in the world is possessed by stubborn and stubborn people who always defend their point of view. They adapt well to any conditions. This eye color in a person causes universal admiration, so such people are accustomed to increased attention to yourself. They are honest and secretive.

3. The blue color of the iris - what does it say?

The blue color of the iris is the second most common color in the world. It is believed that people with blue eyes are immune to pain and have a high pain threshold. They also demonstrate excellent stamina and developed analytical thinking. Patient people have this eye color.

4. Black color of the iris - the meaning of this eye color?

People with black eyes are very reliable. They are good keepers of secrets - they can be trusted. They are very responsible and friendly. Able to withstand pressure and not change under the yoke of time and circumstances, they are also not subject to emotional upheavals. Carriers of black eyes are considered very good advisers.

5. Light eyes.

Light-eyed people are very sensitive to the pain of others, while also being even more vulnerable to their own. They will always come to the rescue and are good comforters. People with lighter eye colors (light grey, light blue or light green) are funny, amiable, friendly. They can easily cheer up and are great optimists.

6. Swamp color and what it means

Hazel is an unusual shade for the eyes, but if you are the owner of it, then hit the jackpot. All in one: brown, yellow, green, each of which contributes. Such people are strong, sensitive and hidden, have great physical strength and endurance.

7. Gray eye color and what it indicates.

People with gray eyes sometimes suffer from intense internal conflict, they often find it difficult to make decisions, and they are prone to constant skepticism.

Is it possible to accurately determine the character of a person by eye color? Of course, no one will give you a 100% guarantee. Each person is a unique individual with their own set of characteristics, abilities and inclinations, regardless of the color of our eyes. But it is possible to trace some pattern of similarity in the behavior of people with a common color, and it is difficult to ignore.

Changing the color of the iris

Can eye color change? Many people are curious if the iris can take on a different color and why the color of the eyes changes.

Reasons why eyes change color:

scattering of light;
mood;
health or medical reasons;
with age.

There are diseases that cause changes in the color of the iris. For example, Fuch's heterochromic iridocyclitis, Horner's syndrome, or pigmentary glaucoma are often the cause of changes in eye color.

Attention! In situations where the color of the eyes changes suddenly for no apparent reason, and at the same time your pupils remain dilated for a long period of time, consult a doctor immediately. This can have serious reasons, and an ophthalmologist's consultation will not hurt you.

Also some medications from glaucoma can cause changes in the color of the iris. Eye drops that are prescribed for glaucoma can affect the shade of the iris, changing it to the dark side.

In 10-15% of Caucasians, eye color changes with age. The brown color of the iris can lighten or, on the contrary, darken over the years.

Other factors:

Lighting. The sun's rays or artificial lighting can affect the perception of how the color of the iris is seen: the intensity of the light will either enhance or soften the tone of the eyes.
Reflective colors. The color of objects around you can enhance eye color.
Makeup. Some girls wear colored eyeshadow to accentuate or highlight the color of the iris. It can also cause a chameleon-eye color effect, where the iris changes color to match cosmetic shadows.
Allergic reactions. If people are allergic to flowers or for other reasons, pupils constrict, which can lead to a change in the shade of the pupil.
Emotional condition. Although it does not directly change the color of the eyes, what you feel at any given time can affect how they are perceived. In particular, if you are depressed or crying, your pupil may dilate, compressing the color pigment, thereby making the iris appear darker.
Various substances. The use of alcohol and drugs also causes the pupil to constrict or dilate, changing the intensity of their color.

eye color change surgery

Can you change your eye color yourself? When someone wants to improve their eyesight they can try contact lenses or use the services of eye surgery. But what if they want to change the color of their iris? How to change eye color?

If for some reason you are unhappy with your eye color, you can use colored contact lenses.

Attention! Don't buy them online or borrow them from a friend - you risk an eye infection. The best option will consult an ophthalmologist.

If you want to solve the issue more radically and change the color completely, then today there are technologies that can offer one more service to those who wish - this is an operation to change the color of the eyes.

Such an operation involves the implantation of a colored implant in the eye. The procedure is painless and does not require anesthesia. In just a few minutes, the patient acquires the desired color. Subsequently, the implant can be removed.

Another method of operation is laser burning of melanin before the formation of bright eyes. This method is not yet widely practiced. The procedure takes no more than 30 seconds, and within a few weeks you get a completely different eye color. It should be noted that this is forever and it will not be possible to return the previous color.

The eyes are the mirror of the soul. You can drown in their bottomless depths, you can nail to a place with a glance or captivate your heart forever ... Masters of the word often use such epithets. And indeed, sky-blue eyes enchant, bright green bewitch, and black ones pierce through. But how often do you see green-eyed people in real life, and what is the rarest eye color? Read on for answers to these questions.

What eye colors are

In reality, there are only 4 pure eye colors - brown, gray, blue and green. But the mixing of colors, pigmentation, the amount of melanin, the network of blood vessels combine to create many shades. Due to this effect, there are people with light brown, amber, black and even red eyes.

Theoretically it is possible, but practically no one has yet seen

Scientists who study what eye color depends on, the heredity of this issue and possible mutations, have empirically determined that, theoretically, people with purple eyes should live on Earth.

Purple is genetically a pigmented version of blue. In addition to scientific theories, there is evidence that in the remote corners of Northern Kashmir on the Hindustan peninsula, there are residents with real lilac eyes. Unfortunately, this is only oral evidence, not confirmed by photography or video, so skeptics coldly perceive such a statement.

However, the eyes of Elizabeth Taylor, a popular actress and queen of Hollywood, had an unusual lilac color. This is clearly seen in the film "Cleopatra", where she brilliantly played the main role. And it couldn't have been colored lenses, because their production was launched in 1983, and the film was released in 1963. Although the play of light and shadow, coupled with skillful makeup, sometimes work wonders ...

If we discard the hypothesis of the existence of people with purple eyes on earth, then we can safely say that green is the rarest eye color on the planet. They have only 2% of the world's population. In this case, the following patterns are observed:

the vast majority of green-eyed people live in the central and northern parts of Europe, mainly in Scotland, Holland, Germany, Belgium, Norway, Iceland, and Finland. If in Iceland 40% of the total population have green eyes, then this color of the “mirror of the soul” cannot be found in Asia or South America;
in women, this eye color occurs 3 times more often than in men;
there is a direct relationship between green eyes and skin and hair color. Green-eyed people are almost always white-skinned and most often red-haired. During the Inquisition, green-eyed, red-haired women were considered witches and burned at the stake;
if mom and dad are green-eyed, then the probability of having a child with the same eye color is 75%.

If only one parent is green-eyed, then the probability of having the same baby is reduced to 50%. Interestingly, if one parent has brown eyes and the other has blue eyes, then they will never have a green-eyed child. But if both parents are blue-eyed, then the child’s eyes will most likely be green, and not blue color. That's some genetics!

The famous poetess Marina Tsvetaeva had eyes of a beautiful emerald hue. Demi Moore and beautiful Angelina Jolie have the rarest natural green iris.

Amber or gold

These colors are varieties brown eyes. They have a monochrome yellow tint or a mixture of golden, light brown tones. Such exotic wolf-like eyes are very rare. Their amazing color is due to the presence of the pigment lipofuscin.

Blue lake - blue magnet

Blue eyes are the third most common. They are most common among Europeans, especially in the Baltic countries and Northern Europe. For example, almost all Estonians (99% of the population!) and Germans (75% of the population) are blue-eyed.

This shade is quite common among the inhabitants of Iran, Afghanistan and Lebanon.

Gray and blue are shades of blue due to the greater saturation of melanin in the iris. Grey eyes able to change the tone from light gray, mouse to rich color wet asphalt, depending on the mood of the owner and lighting.

It is known that only about 6 thousand years ago a mutation occurred at the gene level, as a result of which the first child with blue eyes was born.

Blue-eyed people have a great desire for sex and pronounced reproductive functions.

brown-eyed

The most common eye color is brown. Depending on the saturation of melanin in the iris, the eyes can be light or dark brown, almost black. Scientists are 100% sure that even 10 thousand years ago, all people on the planet had brown eyes.

A variation of the brown shade is black. Black-eyed inhabitants of the Earth are most often found in Asia and Africa. Scientists know that dark color skin causes dark eyes. Negro with blue eyes the rarest phenomenon on the planet.

Pathologies

Deviations from the norm are red and multi-colored eyes. In the first case, the cause is albinism - the congenital absence of the coloring pigment melanin in the body. In the second - heterochromia, congenital or acquired pathology. Since ancient times, people with different eyes attributed magical powers.

Attitude towards a person is often formed on the basis of how he looks. But there are things that have little to do with it. Eye color is given to us from birth, and there are those in whom it turns out to be the rarest. And sometimes they say a lot about the character of the owner, which is sometimes explained quite logically.

It turns out that the rarest eye color on earth is violet . It is unlikely that there will be someone who has seen the owner of such eyes. This color appears due to a rare mutation called the "origin of Alexandria". Immediately at birth, such a patient has the most common color. It changes after 6-10 months.

2nd place.

Red color very rare. It occurs in humans and animals with a specific disease. Also attached to it White color hair.

3rd place.

pure green color eyes are a rarity. In Iceland and Holland, a population study was conducted, which showed that they are more common in women than in men. The softness of the associations is understandable. There is a lot of it in nature - this is the foliage of plants, and the color of some crawling animals, and the color is important for human organs.

4th place.

Rare are multicolored eyes . Scientifically, this phenomenon is called heterochromia. The color may include inclusions of other colors, or just both eyes are colored differently. The phenomenon is rare, but original looking.

5th place.

Blue colour the eye is considered a variety of blue. But it is somewhat darker, and is quite rare.

6th place.

Yellow considered a variety of karego, but rare. It is generally accepted that such people are endowed with magical powers. They are said to have telepathic abilities. They usually have an artistic nature. If you have no evil in your thoughts, then communicating with people with this eye color will bring real joy.

7th place.

hazel eye color is the result of mixing. Lighting can affect its hue, and it comes in golden, brown, brown-green. Hazel eyes are common.

8th place.

Even though the owners blue eyes classify themselves as an elite category of society, there are quite a lot of them in the world. They are especially common in Europe, in its northern part and the Baltic countries. Among the population of Estonia, the owners of blue eyes are found in 99% of the population, in Germany - 75%. It is generally accepted that its owners are softer and less psychologically developed than, say, the owners of brown eyes. They are considered a variety of gray, although the latter is much more common. In Russia, it occurs in almost 50% of cases.

9th place.

Very common in the world black eye color . Its owners usually belong to the Mongoloid race, in South, Southeast and East Asia. Sometimes the color of the pupil and iris merge, which creates the feeling of a completely black eye. Given the prevalence of the inhabitants of these regions, black eyes are not uncommon. In this case, the black iris is characterized by a high concentration of the coloring pigment melanin. Accordingly, the color falling on it is absorbed. Also, the color is found among the Negroid race. Color eyeball sometimes has a grayish or yellowish tinge.

10th place.

Most common brown eye color . His warm nature speaks of his origins. It has a very large number of shades, ranging from light to dark brown. Its owners are found in the following countries:

Asia,
Oceania,
Africa,
South America
Southern Europe.

Very bright and warm eye color. He has a sea of \u200b\u200bshades from light to dark brown. It looks quite strange, and, of course, spectacular.