THE OLD MAN RECEDES

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 al so itself) slupil from it not only the sum of the usual fee, but also not put for the given category has put percent.
– Here it that … – I have stretched. – not only that I am dangerous to the nature so I also influence with whom I communicate also to whom I tell about my Moscow, about my work …
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.
– To the person it is not allowed to establish, that is kindly also that is angrily, – has told Minozis. – Kindly – everything, that submits to nature laws. Malicious – everything, that rejects them.
– Tell better, – has grumbled Antarm, – why you, looking at me, did not wish to see my presence?
There was a rhythm, and pipes sounded, and still I have heard a melody. Not one – millions the melodies, which beauty I understood, felt, but hardly could repeat despite their simplicity. Each star was presented to me by the sounding melodic note, and I not for a moment have not doubted that stars – massive plasma spheres with surface temperature in some thousand degrees – are capable to be carriers not only knowledge, but also high spirituality. More precisely – it is not so much knowledge, how many the spiritual maintenance.

The old man recedes to a little table standing at a bed. On a table – the big oil lamp under a lamp shade, me is imagined, that Abram Podolsky will throw this unit in me, kerosene will spread and will flash, me all the same, but the apartment will burn down completely.
– Anything, – having kept silent, has responded Ormuzd. – I have created tverd both the sun, and water because … I so would like.
When has arisen material tverd, they have imagined, that it only a representation embodiment. From it not to get to anywhere – someone rises on too big emotional level, and concentration of spirit gives rise to a matter. Happens on the contrary is more often, and not provoked ideas, illegal children of evolution but while without them in that of participation in the world has appeared tverd are formed, they have decided, that in it are guilty, and have reduced pressure of thought.
– 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.
– You do not remember, – has told Ariman. It was not a question, and the statement. He knew, that nobody remembers the past. Except it.
– From a world birth, – I perceived words as a voice of one of the stars, standing in zenith, and understood, that actually I feel not fluctuations of air or electromagnetic fields, but thought in the pure state, – from a world birth, from occurrence in it of reasonable beings each of them should be the poet and the musician. Simply because iznachalny a poetic rhythm and musical harmony. The rhythm and harmony have created nature laws where physical and spiritual are inseparable.

Three police cars which have arrived from Moscow, have started to describe circles, coming on the planting, one of them has unexpectedly directed to us – time readout has gone again for seconds, and I should dare.
– Love, – the soft voice, not female has told, not man's – the voice of true has no floor, – love – the same harmony, it iznachalna for the world. The love is an attraction. The love is an aspiration to merge. Love – movement in the future.
The old man recedes to a little table standing at a bed. On a table – the big oil lamp under a lamp shade, me is imagined, that Abram Podolsky will throw this unit in me, kerosene will spread and will flash, me all the same, but the apartment will burn down completely.
It has reached edge repeat and has glanced in a gloom. There grains of sand were strewed. There something was concealed. Something which yet have been not created, but already wishing to be.
In full darkness disks, probably, have come nearer to each other, and I have appeared in an original cage or, more precisely, in a labyrinth with compressed walls and have instantly recollected (as if a bright beam have highlighted!) Sensations of the hero of story Edgara On «the Well and a pendulum» from which reading I in the childhood came to quivering horror. To me was ten years, I have looked a film which showed on the film channel for youth – to visit these transfers to me have forbidden, but parents were not at home, and I have picked up for a long time a code of blocking, it has appeared not such difficult. I remember, how I writhed in horror when walls of my nursery and a ceiling have started to move, depriving of me possibility to stretch a hand. The film was sound, put its Benetsky, the master of such horror films, and I has begun to yell, when water has started to filter into cracks between walls. It is good, that the second line of blocking in time has worked, and in the TV the program was replaced. Otherwise I, probably, would die of fear. After that case I never played with systems of blocking of programs – looked that is necessary for my age. But impression has remembered – the horror was accompanied by any delightful desire which reminded orgazm and to me was still absolutely not familiar. For other day I have found small volume Edgara On in fatherly library, the usual plastic book of the edition till twenty ninth, and have read the story eyes. The horror has repeated, but now it was not physical horror, and memoirs on it, horror of metaphysical perception, delightful owing to the safety.
– Excuse, – has told Daena a voice indifferent, as a stone laying on road. – do not follow me more, well?

On an islet where just stood metalnikov, there was only burnt out and drier, than before, an earth.
– Abram, – Podolsk has turned back to the ancestor which has arisen because of his back, – you can explain?
Victor has appeared the following, and that I have seen, too did not deliver me pleasure. Khrustalyov has recollected, how answered the inspector of Moscow criminal investigation department on inquiry on business about Arcady Vinokura's destruction, the employee of private detective agency "Phoenix".