Slytherin. English version.

Who they are? Oh, that is rather easy. I will tell you.

They are only poor children, getting angrier more and more every day - because of the indifference and cruelty of their peers adults. If there is a shiny green coat of arms on your breast - then you are an outcast. No one cares that the worst sin is your trick ... But the boundaries between an attempt to "survive" and the desire to "get rid" is so vague ...

Since eleven they are marked. No. From their birth. From the moment when their mother, to please a healthy child, wearily asks carry out an heir or heiress bedroom estate, dignity and all that still belongs to her. And should there be any doubt that but  for ten years spent in the frozen bedroom and in the insensitive and cold  father’s arms, a child with a sly smile with a dreamy whisper asked the Sorting Hat to sort him in Gryffindor. Or Ravenclaw. Or Hufflepuff. And maybe - in Slytherin, but only to sit down next to a pretty girl, whose angry eyes shining from under the black cap when she nervously trifling the black silk with tiny green coat - gray-eyed snake.

And what it is – when you are small and lonely, hurrying  to the table  to the broad backs of elders can hide you from a whisper  and suspicious and prickly opinions of the school.

  

However, the elders backs  in a few weeks of studying they are no longer needed. Slytherins are hidden in a secret place - their own little world. There is no place for petty revenge green icon and an independent view. And skinny boy with an eternal sadness in his eyes, does not reject the friendship and boldly extends his hand to shake his trembling palm. In this world you do not want to envy the boy ...

  

And parents are waiting for their children at Christmas.Even those who "come from Slytherin". What reception awaits them! A huge empty room, fireplace with fierce flames, the Christmas tree and a gifts pyramid ... And loneliness lasts for two weeks. "Domestic" loneliness. Children get used to it quickly. They just need to politely and quietly respond to the mechanical "good morning" and "good night", do not laugh at the dinner table and do not ask their parent’s gentle kiss.

  

More frightening and painful to get used to the  "school" loneliness. Little seven-year tragedy. It cannot be forgotten. It cuts the heart cold. And to this former Slytherins teach their children. From century to century. From year to year. From generation to generation ...

  

And to become a Slytherin, you also need to know how to hate. Oh, this feeling! .. How hard is it to put up with it. After all, you want simple fights, funny duels. And eventually, to teach a lesson of some four-eyes and hit him in the nose. But instead, you have to "fight" with the words. And how! Every day, every hour, every minute. And when the "battle" goes smoothly in "shambles," you do hate. The whole world. And everything in it. And this feeling is strengthened by you ... and gives strength to live.

  

And it's scary. Scary. And at night under the duvet you remember the face of the person you have named as something very offensive. What is a grievance? It's pure tears of great pain the eyes. This eternal " sorrows" in the corners as if a gay smile.

  

But the "great and terrible" Slytherins also do not know first hand about the offense. And they know how to cry.

  

And these strengths and weaknesses at the same time people do not know how to love. Just because of their vulnerability. They are waiting to dirty trick from  anything that moves. They are waiting to be hit a loved one's hand. Or when their favorite mouth utter harsh and cold, "no." Or the last glimpse of the dark hallway bright spot dress. But the Slytherins are able to enjoy. Them the knowledge of passion. They know the desire. And love is not. They are deprived of it. Since their childhood.

  

The soul of each of them at first still trying to fight with the glaring injustice that make them and their people around. Then it is humbled and silenced. And freezes ...

  
And then, where the eternal realm of mist and rain are sulfur, Salazar Slytherin triumphs ..