Стигмалион

Meni͡a zovut Dolores Makbraĭd, i i͡a s rozhdenii͡a stradai͡u ot ochenʹ redkoĭ formy allergii: prikosnovenii͡a k drugim li͡udi͡am vyzyvai͡ut u meni͡a silʹneĭshie ozhogi. I͡A ne mogu pot͡selovatʹ parni͡a, obni͡atʹ roditeleĭ, vyĭti iz domu, ne nadev perchatki. I͡A neprikasaemai͡a. I͡A slovno zhivu v zakoldovannom zamke, kotoryĭ derzhit meni͡a v plenu i nakazyvaet ozhogami i shramami za kazhdui͡u popytku 'pobega'. Dazhe pridumala imi͡a dli͡a svoeĭ ti͡urʹmy: Stigmalion.Meni͡a uzhe ne privodit v otchai͡anie myslʹ, chto i͡a vsi͡u zhiznʹ budu plennit͡seĭ svoego diagnoza - i plennit͡seĭ umru. I͡A ne teshu sebi͡a mechtami, chto ot moeĭ bolezni izobretut lekarstvo, i ne rasschityvai͡u, chto vstrechu cheloveka, ne ostavli͡ai͡ushchego na mne ozhogov…No do chego zhe ėto zhivuchee chuvstvo - nadezhda. A vdrug i͡a vse-taki sovershu pobeg iz Stigmaliona? Vdrug i i͡a smogu odnazhdy poznatʹ vseėto: prikosnovenii͡a, obʺi͡atii͡a, pot͡selui, bezumstvo, svobodu, li͡ubovʹ?..

My name is Dolores McBride, and I was born to suffer from a very rare form of Allergy: touching other people cause me severe burns. I can't kiss a guy, to hug their parents, to leave the house not wearing gloves. I'm out of touch. I like living in an enchanted castle that holds me prisoner and punish burns and scars for every attempt to 'escape'. Even invented a name for his prison: Stigmation.I will not despair at the thought that I will forever be a prisoner of my diagnosis and the prisoner dies. I do not amuse myself with dreams that my illness will invent a cure, and does not expect that meeting the person does not leave burns on me...But what is a tenacious sense of hope. What if I still make escape from Stigmation? Suddenly and one day I will be able to know vseeto: touch, hugs, kisses, crazy, freedom, love?..