WAITED, AND THEN

Whether the dawn and a gloom has come nearer has ceased to be absolute, whether the faded sphere going down from height has dispersed darkness nearby from itself, and can, something has changed in my perception, but I have understood, that I distinguish contours of subjects, contours of bodies and, that the most surprising, – contours of the phenomena. Perhaps it were someone's memoirs shown in night air like vague, of bad quality, the hologramme. And can, memoirs were my own, instead of I learnt all of them for the same reason – the hologramme has appeared poor-quality, details are washed away, and the sound was not in general.
Antarm ran on an edge repeat, risking to break in a gloom. What would occur, if it has really stumbled? Anybody from the people who were watching its strange actions, did not know the answer and consequently Ormuzd has thrown thought, a stone fallen before Antarmom. The thought was idle time, its weight instantly istajala, and Antarm at all has not felt its presence, and the others have understood:
– Rigidly, – has repeated Ormuzd. – Yes, perhaps. I have created tverd from a gloom. There was nothing more. Here it also has turned out prickly.
I could. Daena has stopped loving me, having given energy of the feeling, but at Alains there were the memoirs which energy could not disappear. Means, could not disappear and its love.

And it is then valid – with the woman. The first course of college, a party on the occasion of Day of Russia. Celebrated at JUlika, in a hall at it the hologramme hung: «And you though know, how old is she?» Russia Meant, but all understood in own way. I have come one, with Svetoj we have got acquainted, when at it the handbag has fallen, I have bent, have seen in centimetre from myself harmonous feet and have unexpectedly kissed at first one knee, then another, then above, Light silently stood and waited, and then … Then the memoirs blew up, and all was at once, I understood, what exactly was, but to recollect consistently never could – has not managed and now …
Khrustalyov sat on the big boulder, shined with illusive light of my palm, and looked at me as it seemed to me, a usual derisive sight.
– Energy of your memory destroys structure of our world and consequently you are dangerous. Anybody from us cannot be protected from your memoirs, you understand it?
– You … – muttered I, – you waited for me on a hill … from the very beginning … since that moment as I have killed you …
It was my second night under stars which shone, not shining. To me followed as soon as possible leave the cosmodrome and to find Daenu earlier, than Faj will undertake on me new attack. In my memory all route on which I planned in the field of weight was postponed. If I was able to fly, could repeat a way in the opposite direction. But I to fly was not able, nature laws understood is speculative, instead of at the subconscious level necessary, should be to use them. And by the ground I could not go – for certain would fall, having stumbled about the first barrier. To find road to Daene, I should see an essence of wood laying between us, but for this purpose I at least should know to begin with, this wood is in what direction!

Scientists have won. It was my last thought, slow and accurate before all before my eyes has fallen asleep definitively.
– 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.
How many my sliding from height proceeded? Ten minutes? Hour? The sun, appear, stood at one height, having decided to wait my landing and only then to continue the way to horizon. Having understood, that the next second I will concern the earths, and having extended feet not to fall, I have found out myself not in wood, not on a glade, and in a place which was absolutely not familiar to me. A platform covered with elastic substance, and set of flat disks around – from semimeter in diameter to huge ten-metre large objects. Close disks were similar to wood stubs, differing from them unless colour, bluish-black, not associating in consciousness with green plantings.
Daena has not answered. Unless it has rescued me? Is not present – only has granted a delay. What is the time it is necessary for the Scientist to think up other way to consult with me? Minute? Hour? Year?

полимерные промышленные полы.

It was his name. What did it mean? What in general can mean a name? A word to which it is necessary to respond, and he has responded:
– To order? – I, and during this moment have perplexed said a dome erected by Scientists, have become isolated with silent vshlipom, having separated us from the world. Should be, only this sound lacked me to understand at last, that wished to tell – and has told, he after all did not speak obinjakami! – Henry Natanovich Podolsky, the former expert in hereditary memory and incarnations. Not that th at the veil has fallen from my eyes – exact, by the way speaking, expression though also unduly literary, – but I really was here the only thing who saw the purpose, the sense knew and understood a problem.
To keep a hand on weight costed to me of such pressure of forces, that I have ceased to perceive surrounding – a sphere, wood, the sky, the earth. This background has disappeared from my field of vision, and instead of it recognised contours of people, so to me now necessary were: here Ormuzd, the boy, costs to me half-turned and does signs which I not in forces to understand, and hardly has bent in movement as if from an impulse of a strong wind, the rabbi Chuhnovsky – without a hat, however, and even without the traditional black frock coat, the bared essence and no more that, but all the same it was Chuhnovsky further, and behind it the shade of one more znakomtsa has appeared, and only an instant later I have learnt Abram Podolskogo who saw only once and to see better to me than not it at all …
I have turned back, and it was an error. Sight Minozisa became the steel rope which has fallen to my shoulders similarly lasso, thrown by the skilful cowboy. Move I could not. Moreover, my thoughts too have fallen asleep. If t here is no thought movement, it is impossible to recollect. If there are no memoirs, their energy does not stream in the world. And then …
– K-i … – has squeezed out from itself Antarm one more portion of sound symbols, and I, yet not having understood, have made what was wanted by the Inspector. A great thing – instincts and experience. Having concentrated, I have sent the energy of a rage saved up by me, furies, fear, a panic and a nightmare to the right palm heated so, that the trees which were standing nearby, have rejected strange dark blue shades. Instead of heat I, however, felt huge weight – the hand was poured by lead, it pulled to the earth as if it weighed centner.
And still Victor has recollected. A year later after I have gone to work in "Phoenix" Khrustalyov have charged me external supervision over the certain Michael ShChepetovym, suspected that it has killed the wife and the mother-in-law and have dismembered their corpses, having hidden them in a sewer well at a crossroads of streets of Voloshin and Kajmenova. To us sister killed, the woman well-founded, and Victor has addressed (I remembered it also itself) slupil from it not only the sum of the usual fee, but also not put for the given category has put percent.

To the first who has appeared it is accessible to feelings Antarma, became Inspired-searching-impossible, felt emotional impact and answered how only he and was able to do it.
From the flat end "shidlera" the thin beam invisible to an eye was pulled out (I knew, th at the accelerated stream of particles is invisible to an eye, but it did not stir to me the nobility, with what speed and in what direction rush fast mezony), rassek me on millions parts – as a matter of fact, on millions thoughts not connected with each other, – and has slowed down movement as if having encountered a superdense barrier.
I have died, and the smell of colours of an acacia was last my sensation: a smell of mum, a smell Alains, a love smell. And last thought – a regret that has passed, and that remains not understood, and that I and have not made for what has been called.
There was a Universe in which he was born. Moscow, Russia, the Earth, Solar system, the Galaxy … And other Universe – that where Ariman it has appeared after death. The world of Scientists and Teachers, a matter and spirit. It is reasonable to assume, that now it has appeared in the third Universe and had no the slightest representation that here waited for them.