ENERGY OF

The pain which was breaking off me, has unexpectedly disappeared; should be, it has occurred, when heart has stopped. What I perceived a second ago as pure and nezamutnennuju energy, has unexpectedly started to be shown in me (where? In consciousness? In a physical essence of my lost body?), and a shock which I have thus tested, it would be possible to compare only to a birth shock. I could not remember, of course, that felt when the baby was in that world where has lived almost forty years, but confidence th at it there were similar sensations, did not leave me all time while change in my consciousness, in my perception of a surrounding reality proceeded.
On an islet where just stood metalnikov, there was only burnt out and drier, than before, an earth.
Victor yet very much trusted in my professional abilities and consequently was reinsured – in the first evening it has followed me and observed, how I have worthlessly allowed object of supervision not only to leave from guardianship, but also to change cast: having lost the suspect, I have reported on the chief (speaking with me by a mobile phone, being from me steps to ten) and have gone home, not suspecting that I drag on a tail of that type which should sponsor.
– No, – the boy has muttered. – energy of your memoirs is already partially spent. The remained energy has not enough.
On an islet where just stood metalnikov, there was only burnt out and drier, than before, an earth.
Natalia Leonidovny's smile has appeared surprisingly light, I remembered to Raskin during our conversation in laboratory – it was passionate, persistent, clever, everything, everything, but I could not name this woman light. Now it was such – internal energy searched an exit and became golden light.

I have missed some scraps, yes they and did not contain anything important – Victor, probably, tried to achieve protection from old friends, and anybody from them … But it after all is clear, it is not necessary and to look.
– How? Is the inaudible voice of the Teacher has begun to sound in my consciousness. – you do not know the law the Hopfera-god-send? Thought movement is equivalent to your movement on a room from a bed to a table and if the thought is deep and interesting its impulse …
– I could not come earlier, – thought Podolsk, – excuse. I did not remember myself. I lived. My memory has returned, when you have suffered defeat when your memory has fallen asleep. The law of preservation of movement – having stopped your memoirs, Minozis, not suspecting about that, has shifted about my places.

– Energy of your memory at all has no analogues! If the love has ended, if its energy has dissipated … Believe, Ariman, I too have passed once through it … I loved … Not very well. Second time on this top not to rise.
I have plopped down about the earth, quite financially having hit kopchikom about a stone and having hissed from a pain. The grass round a stone has seemed to me of the acquaintance – I already laid on something similar when we with Ormuzdom have left Kalgan. The rigid blades more similar to scraps of electric wires. However, it was, of course, other place – invisible, nearby there was a wood. Crones of trees covered from me a stellar light, and it seemed to me, that I in a prison cell where did not hang sounds from will, even dim light from zareshechennogo windows.
I understood, that now I will leave. Understood, what not me as the person, wishes to destroy Minozis, but my memory, and consequently, as the child from whom just about will take away to bank with favourite jam, I ate sweet of memoirs with the big spoon, was ready to burst, but to eat, contain how many will get and still slightly …
It hung in space between tverdju and the sun, feet did not press it on a support, the body did not feel weight, it has allowed it to fall outside the limits primitive requirements of a human body and to see, how has told subsequently Pinhas – the rabbi Chuhnovsky, – divine light.
Policemen whom I have rescued a life, had an opportunity to make a volley, having destroyed the gone mad detective.

– Well also what? – I sincerely was surprised. – memory – the blessing. Unless this world does not have history? The history is a memory.
Victor then has told, that it is necessary to contrive – both money to take, and the person not to ruin. Us then can accuse of complicity, article eighty three encore, in the best case licences will deprive. But to refuse to the client it is impossible – the sum is too great.
– I should meet you here. I – that who meets. I did not remember, but understood, that I love you most of all, it is more than life …

– 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.
On the brink field Ialu, on all its considerable perimetre there were dark figures, not that that transparent, but any vague as if energy of thought was in them more than material maintenance. It were Scientists among whom I have learnt Faja and Minozisa. Faj still seemed me similar to Henry Podolskogo though now, looking it is not so much on appearance of this person, how many in its essence, I understood, that similarity actually rather relative.
I do not learn the voice, it has changed, became high, even whistling, I never so did not speak, but now I say it not the voice:
The Podolsk spoke with me, having directed to my party the thin ray of thought, indiscernible if to take a detached view.