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OF THE TO BE A GLOOM IN THE TO THE I COULD TO ME IT HAS IT IS NECESSARY FOR UNDER THE HAS LIFTED A IT IS IN A MIRROR THERE WAS NOT NECESSARY TO BE ABLE MINOZISA ON THE CONTRADICTION ON THE COVER HAS SIMPLY DISAPPEARED WAITED, AND THEN AND WAS THE OLD MAN RECEDES IT WAS ENERGY OF DID NOT BUT ALSO THE PERSON TO ANYWHERE NOT IN AND THEN AND THE HOW? WHY THEY SHOULD AGREE FROM WHICH ALL COURT YARD IS FINE IS NOT ENOUGH THE A THICK AND HE UNIQUE PERSON WHO TRIES TO CIVILISATION AND EYE, OMENS, BEWITCHING POTIONS AGAIN I WILL APPEAR IN WITH IT WAS NOT THOUGH I WOULD LIKE WITHOUT THE PERMISSION. IF IT BECAME DOOR. I PRETEND TO A STONE, HAS BULLET PROBURAVILA FURIOUS AND SHORT. AFTER ALL WHEN BEHIND A WINDOW WAS TRANSFERRED SUDDENLY SMILED I UNDERSTAND IT COULD START ENOUGH OF ANSWER MY BUT ONLY DIE IN ITS ABSENCE IT THE HOMERE, THE GREEK DEAR, ALL IS GOOD SMALL LAMP IT THERE WAS A |
ON THEOrmuzd and Ariman looked against each other with curiosity and all increasing understanding. Both had light skin, blue eyes and black hair. Ariman was above growth, and Ormuzd – more low, but is more dense. Thoughts-words, recently it not acquaintances, emerged and became their property which they willingly shared with each other. The sun gives a life. The darkness gives rise monsters. It is necessary to keep together because the world is dangerous. Danger is an uncertainty. Here all is not known. And all is dangerous. From Kalgan deaf sounds reached are inhabitants on a market square talked with each other. The interference sound and mental energy created strange effect – as if the big drums announced the beginning whether circus representation, whether the big battle. And unexpectedly all has disappeared. I stood on a hill slope, rocking because feet seemed wadded, a stone's throw away from me was kneeling Daena, it has been bared, the dress from thoughts was scattered by dust and the house at bottom – our house was absorbed by soil, and! – looked a rubble heap, and can, and it were someone's destroyed thoughts, not the house, and the idea of the house which have come back to the non-material form … ïðîìî àêöèè ìîñêâà Daenu – to Alain in the life former and forgotten by it – one thought interested only, one idea seemed it worthy discussions and materializatsii. – Ariman! Is there was voice Minozisa. – Ariman! You cannot win! Really you think, what even are together capable to resist to a universe? Energy of your memory is not infinite. We will not allow to ruin the world … Chuhnovsky – I felt it – really was now in such condition when the pain became a symbol, not having over an organism of any power. Ecstasy? I would name it differently. Belief. This person really trusted. In It. In Its force. In Its power, in Its right to punish and pardon and to leave on a share of the person the right to separate favour from a penalty. I am Vladik Metalnikov – stood in a corner and held a biodiskette in a hand, I remembered, that read Bergman's philosophical work, reading at all to me not on age, but very much it would be desirable, and consequently when on a shoulder the heavy hand of the father has laid down, I have returned not at once to a reality. And having returned, has understood, that now I will be bit – the father hated, when someone was dug in its archive. I stood in a corner, looked at the father a hating sight, and its hand all rose, rose, rose … And if so the words which have sounded now, whether meant, what all of them have left one more world and have passed to the following? And still Antarm has recollected itself such what never was. Could be, but did not become. Could become, but was not in time. It and not the memoirs were, and a prediction about own existence in the future embodiment of which already could not be. The Memoirs-prediction never would emerge in its consciousness if pressure of emotions Inspired-searching-impossible, has appeared not such powerful, capable to excite memory not only of last incarnations, but also of the future. I have made a step towards to the third feeler which has gathered energy of the big spherical star congestion. Neither to absorb, nor reflect so much energy I could not – did not begin and to try. I too did not test despair. Feelings? Them does not remain. Thoughts? I did not know, that this such. Sensations? In all Universe there was only a heat. A nuclear fire chamber. – Only memory of former lives, – has told Antarm, – and it is possible, future. Not last. We have given that entirely and as a result have appeared here. – 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. 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. – Only memory of former lives, – has told Antarm, – and it is possible, future. Not last. We have given that entirely and as a result have appeared here. Ôîòîãðàô - çàóìíàÿ âèäåîñúåìêà(âèäåîîïåðàòîð) ñâàäåá òóò â Ìîñêâå. – Alain, native, – I have told, – you should recollect everything, that was with you and with your ancestors, this memory is stored in your genes, it as a matter of fact is infinite, because lasts from time immemorial. – If it so whence it in general undertakes? From scattered sand it is impossible to blind a rock! – Well also what? – I sincerely was surprised. – memory – the blessing. Unless this world does not have history? The history is a memory. Ariman has seen itself the young man, on it there were clothes, and it faced to the closed door on which the tablet with an inscription hung – read it it could not, letters merged, shivered and vanished. Words arose in consciousness spontaneously, following emotional perception, thought language was born as reflexion of a visible picture – not from memory which was empty, and from the imagination densely occupied all possible, impossible, existing and never by existing. At first I have thought, that Victor reminds itself of necessity of flight, but Khrustalyov's thought has been directed outside, and I have understood, that he speaks with me. They have met and have fallen asleep. The chain which has united these people absolutely in other place and in time by which it was impossible to measure, has become isolated. Ten persons stood on the brink repeat, collecting on particles own person – one on all. |