IN A MIRROR

The moisture has turned to the river crossing tverd, – water followed from a gloom and in a gloom merged. Water was transparent, and through it sand was visible. It seemed, that the grains of sand laying at the bottom, have increased in sizes, Ariman looked, could not see enough, and something was born in it that it could not define. Melancholy? Desire of the unrealizable? It selected a word, and it was, though Ariman and did not understand precisely its value. The word was: memory.
The thought choked in emotions, Ariman looked in huge eyes of the woman and as if in a mirror, saw itself. But for some reason itself not such what was now, and another, unrecognizable. Probably, it was such in imagination of the loving woman, and can be, the sight it oddly reflected that already minulo, has disappeared from memory, having remained only in a mirror of pupils.
I do not learn the voice, it has changed, became high, even whistling, I never so did not speak, but now I say it not the voice:
Any sound was not born neither in a gloom below, nor in light that streamed from above. Not name Ormuzda, but concept which only and can connect two consciousnesses became a word.
It has stretched hands, but whether there were it actually hands, instead of its representation about them? It has turned in feet, but and could not define, whether there was it actually.

– Well as … – I have become puzzled. – if in the world never was, let us assume, a green crocodile, whence to you the nobility about that, what is it?
– No, – the boy has muttered. – energy of your memoirs is already partially spent. The remained energy has not enough.
The result was not slow to affect – the typhoon was carried by on small island, even the river for an instant has overflowed banks, but small flooding has ended as quickly as has begun.

Story Antarma proceeded no more instants, and discussion of the happened was stretched forever.
The sphere has jumped up and has hung in mid-air. The second feeler has arisen and was threw forward, but now I felt the force and was ready to break any opponent. I at all did not begin to cover the consciousness from another's influence. While the feeler tip has concerned my forehead, I have reflected its energy as reflects light a good mirror, and the feeler was compressed, threw aside and has disappeared – the matter has addressed in thought, and the thought has dissipated in space, I have had time to catch only its shade stretched over a hill like wings of the huge butterfly: «Not uby!»
The beam of its sight has died away, Minozis any more did not wish to speak with me. I have stretched still hot palm, and the Scientist has screamed, and have screamed Ormuzd with Antarmom, and other my soldiers, standing up for my back with the cargo of memoirs have cried. And one more shout was distributed in my consciousness – shout for the sake of which I could give everything including own memory.
Sun beams got into a gloom, and Ormuzd has seen on a surface created by it repeat the shade created by it. The shade strange moved, when it moved a hand, looked live and even aggressive. Ormuzd has slammed a shade a palm, but the shade has dodged, has covered a palm from above, and this game any time amused it while he has not understood its uselessness. He has burst out laughing, and it seemed to it, that the laughter was reflected from the sun and from repeat a booming echo.
Antarm understood, that, except Ormuzda, nobody will manage it to make. However, could not and Ormuzd, tried to put between Antarmom and the force which has attacked it a mental barrier. Inspired-searching-impossible, however, has already left in itself, it could not be long on the verge of the material.

Ограждения для лестниц.

– Ariman, – has told Antarm, – you again hurry up. Your haste hardly has not ruined the world. Now your haste hardly has not ruined you most.
– You think, what genetic memory is transferred only mechanically? – Podolsk giggles. – unless the history with Henry has not proved the return?
Memoirs crowded, stirred each other, they were inconsistent, I recollected and choked.

– I was your enemy when carried out the professional duty, – the Inspector admitted. – is more exact, is not present – not the enemy, you were object against which I should direct the professional actions.
I have drawn aside a hand, have made a step back and as a back have felt a rough surface of other cylinder. I was threw to the right – with the same success. To the left …
Antarm has recollected that will return an old name – Antej. Both will be the Scientist, and will receive ability to create from thought and sincere experiences the new Universes where the matter will mean no more, than a morning sigh of awakening. It will dive in own "I" as in a chasm, and to find consciousness of the world, he will feel, as in it are born and stars and planets perish, and it becomes not clear to itself(himself), for itself is too combined, and then will leave, having left everything, that will have time to create, and people – other, less capable Scientists – still for a long time after its destruction will try to underst and another's imagination thrown by the author as throw burnt down match.