AND WAS

– And what you the pupil, – has parried the boy, whose shade was highlighted near to Victor's shade, – if misdirect me, not having worked to learn my opinion in this occasion?
Creating words, it created the world. Warm both a cold. Humidity and dryness. A gloom and … That? Light. A good word. Let there will be light.
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?

Scientists knew that did. They have collected in the field Ialu all of us and now methodically increased pressure, immuring both infection carriers, and infected with strange illness of memory in a sarcophagus from which there was no exit and where we should exist … how many? Really eternity?
Ormuzdu Ariman has reminded their first meeting on fields Ialu: you remember, you were called as the Teacher? You have resulted me to Kalgan and have created the house, I lived there not for long, and still you told to me about laws of the nature which to me were not clear, and then we have left, and I have killed you the palm, I did not want it but so it was necessary, I and now do not understand – why though it is assured that did all correctly. Perhaps if I have not killed you there, we now would not be together here? Perhaps we in general anywhere would not be?.

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It has seized both h ands for breaking up head, it slowly fell on calling with its gravitation tverd, but felt itself absolutely in other place never actually existing in this Universe. Memoirs on a life lived in this material body, at Antarma was not, but memory of incarnations has remained and was now squeezed out under the influence of an emotional impact Inspired-searching-impossible.
Ten persons stood on sandy coast of the river. They were nude, but did not know about it. They already met before, some were amicable, others were at enmity or loved each other – however, anybody from them did not remember it.
In this world any more there was nobody who could help me. Ormuzda, the Teacher, I have killed. Antarm, my observer, has disappeared. I have embraced Daenu, it did not resist, but I could not be deceived – to it was all the same.
– 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.
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.

The answer was born by itself, as splash in the general thought obvious already and for Daeny: she, everything was love, that it herself represented, than lived, that has brought with itself and that has lost in a way. Daena vaguely remembered itself waiting on a hill, and itself expecting the husband in the big Moscow apartment – the memoirs were induced, not the, Ariman prompted it that itself has managed to recollect from their general past.
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.
Matter occurrence always delivers inconveniences and consequently their first desire was: to destroy. The emotional category has reached Antarma and has forced it to exclaim:
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.
The Chuhnovsky has heard, and I have stood, amazed with force of its consciousness, its belief and its pleasure during this last instant for it on the earth.

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Pinhas Chuhnovsky, having put the person to a memory stream, has seen itself eyes Arimana – is not present, Arcady, such was then his name – in a room where on regiments stood ancient, in leather covers, religious books, and the conversations with the detective has recollected, but to understanding of own essence it almost has added nothing. About everyday – and what could inform memory Ariman? – Could not help, and the former rabbi has driven away this knowledge, as drive away badly smelling stream of a cigarette smoke. It did not suffer, when at its presence smoked, he suffered from it, he and now suffered from memoirs which to it imposed Ariman, he did not want them, he wished to serve the Lord how that was demanded by Light streaming around instead of how has got used to do it once in the world a little adapted for acceptance Divine.
He perceived my words as own thoughts, it seemed to it, that I am present at its consciousness, as if the parasite who has seized a reasonable flesh. But over own subconsciousness it, of course, had no power, and moreover, repeating importunate "leave", Victor as if ripped up a blanket by which his soul deep layers have been covered, and the down, non-material and easy instantly addressing in a decay, in dust – but I nevertheless had time to catch scraps of memoirs has extensively departed, and absorbed in itself, both came back, and came back …
The gloom was everywhere and was everything, the infinity lasted in the past and the future, repeating itself, and too was a gloom.
– Excuse, – has told Daena a voice indifferent, as a stone laying on road. – do not follow me more, well?
The scientist has made sharp movement – probably, any thought has come to a head to it, and he wished to keep it. Minozis has waved hands as if a bird who wishes to fly up, and unexpectedly having lost balance, has fallen down from an islet in the black swill of field Ialu which has instantly absorbed it. Even circles does not remain, only easy vshlip. Really, – I have thought, – so leave this world?
Policemen whom I have rescued a life, had an opportunity to make a volley, having destroyed the gone mad detective.

– … you giving Also are blest, is there was a voice of Avraam, on what Henry, being the person rational, but capable to apprehend a reality and emotionally, has reacted words:
– Well? – I have asked, addressing to the boy. – all at first? And what law of the nature has thrown us on this field? Bode-Titsius or Bojl-Mariott?
The answer was born by itself, as splash in the general thought obvious already and for Daeny: she, everything was love, th at it herself represented, than lived, that has brought with itself and that has lost in a way. Daena vaguely remembered itself waiting on a hill, and itself expecting the husband in the big Moscow apartment – the memoirs were induced, not the, Ariman prompted it that itself has managed to recollect from their general past.
When to me was seven years and parents were still live, the father has led me in a zoo. The Moscow zoo – in general a strange place where not always you understand who at whom has come to look: people on animals or animals on visitors. Many animals here were either genetic konstruktami, or defective clones. We have gone to open-air cages with tigers, have approached to a barrier, and I in confusion have receded, because a tiger (and can, it there was a tigress?) Stood, having put forepaws on a concrete crossbeam, and looked me in the face absolutely reasonable sight. It was not necessary to be neither the telepathist, nor the expert on animal psychology to understand, that this Ussuriisk handsome man wished to tell. Even in my seven years and in the absence of experience of dialogue with predators it was clear to me: the animal loved me – not how the dog or a cat and how mum could love me only loves the person. In a sight there was so much purely human warmth, participations, desires to caress and feed with sweet porridge, that I have involuntarily lifted a foot to jump through the thread of a protecting cable stretched low over the earth and if not the iron grasp of the father who has seized very much mine kurtochku, during a next instant would happen the irreparable. To me did not threaten in tigrinoj to graze destruction, but the electric category would amaze me for certain …