IT WAS

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 …
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?
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.
– Arcady! My God, Arkasha! Help me, I am not in time! – I would learn this voice among one million others, I knew this voice still when w as the boy, then heard every day and was sometimes confident, that I hate it. Alain. Daena?
Antarm and Ormuzd too were here – perhaps, only they and were quiet, because understood the occurring.
– The god is a Creator of all real, infinitely kind and vsepronikajushchy Light. And at us only one way – comprehension of the Lord, one way – from darkness of our falling to Divine light.
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 …

– 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?
I have turned back, imagining, that now I will see mum with the potato peeler in a hand, and the father kindling a flame from sunset sparks falling from the sun. The dark female silhouette against already dark east sky was familiar to me so, that I was mistaken:
It was one. This sensation – sensation of loneliness – too was new and deprived of its happiness. Gradually he has started to understand – not to feel, namely to understand; to think, and not just to perceive existing, – that the happiness any more will not be. Never. The happiness is self-sufficient. It was happy, when there was one and did not understand own loneliness. It was happy in infinity of a gloom, and then in infinity of light, but, having separated light from darkness, it has ceased to be happy because, having created one simple alternative, has understood, that can create more and more. Creating, you can not be happy.

Should be, in my voice was more contempt, than proud nature of this person could take out. Podolsk has rushed towards, and to me remains nothing how to stretch a hand. Podolsk has encountered my palm, its features were deformed, and from a throat such wild inhuman cry, high and pure as the note "lja", that I have receded was pulled out, but was late: the black stain on person Abram looked a mask of the shaman of any wild African tribe. The old man was tumbled down, as a sheaf, and because of a door I have heard an uneasy voice of the secretary, that Jacob who arrested on business about murder and has been released then behind insufficiency of proofs.
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, th at 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.
– … 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:
I stood in a high grass, but the sensation was such as if I lay, and blades concern my cheeks, and from eyes the tears not liquid salt was which maintenance, and salt of my left love flow.
Between the clouds lifelessly hanging in zenith, there was a sphere shining in solar sunset beams diving on me the same as more recently the patrol police car dived on us with Victor. The sphere radiated the unique concentrated thought: «Forward! On the ship!»
From the flat end "shidlera" the thin beam invisible to an eye was pulled out (I knew, that 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.

– 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.
– Yes, – has told Raskin, having caught my memoirs, as if a ball, and having thrown me it back: in the person, in soul, in a consciousness failure. – yes, Arcady, it was made by you. What for?
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.
I have stopped metres in three from a disk attracting me the same as the tigress attracted to itself. I have forced itself to stop. I have forced itself to translate a sight in the darkening sky. I have forced itself to think of a tigress from a zoo, instead of how I now will scramble on a disk shivering in impatience and then …

– 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 …
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 still Antarm has recollected itself the young girl standing on a roof one-storeyed at home and trying to cause from spiritual depth materializatsiju the left beloved. Not that she it strongly loved that, but, having banished, already regretted about it. And not that that wished to return, but, having banished, missed about meetings and easy kisses. As its many girlfriends, she thought, that, having caused the phantom, will find the friend such what wished it to see. Only for an instant at it the thought that it will lose in own soul exactly so much has flashed, how many will get in the world material, time and, as a matter of fact, to it not the necessary.
Means, on the contrary – to leave most there where time has other structure and where I could think over the actions. In my world. There, where on the same hill the death other people familiar to me – less favourite, but as connected with me destiny and the life waited.
– All and always speaks material influence, – a voice of Lion Nikolaevicha. – All and always. Henry was engaged in researches in the field of layered hereditary memory … you something in it understand?. I too.