DID NOT

Antarm understood, that, except Ormuzda, nobody will manage it to make. However, could not and Ormuzd, tried to put between Antarmom and the force which has attacked it a mental barrier. Inspired-searching-impossible, however, has already left in itself, it could not be long on the verge of the material.
For us who only were coming to the senses, it looked, as explosion – there where just there was a former major of the Russian special troops, there was a fiery figure, otdalenno similar to the person, the next second fire has rushed upwards, has punched a dome in zenith, istonchilsja and with hissing has died away – on the earth ashes, and I fell down, not getting accustomed at all, saw, that it scraps of memoirs – separated, not clear and unjoinable as the smallest splinters of into smithereens broken cup are unjoinable with each other fell.
Something has hissed in air as if oil on a hot frying pan, and the luminescence has disappeared. I have drawn aside a hand. In the sky over my head blurred in the dark sky svetlozelenyj a palm print.
But full darkness any more was not, he has felt the otdelennost from the world and has slightly opened eyelids though was afraid to be blinded. Light, however, has appeared soft, not such, as at the moment of creation. Light was, that is, there was a world, but the world was empty, differently he by all means would see its contents.
I do not know, whether has understood Ormuzda though somebody, but have arrived all synchronously. If memory possessed energy, I have felt it to the full.

If to continue analogy – energy of an ingenious enlightenment it is capable to cause especially physical phenomenon, explosion, on capacity not conceding to the nuclear. With similar destructions and, maybe, even with radioactive infection of district. Certainly, it only the assumption, but in the world where material and spiritual are connected by uniform natural laws of preservation and interchange, most likely, should occur so.
And then the consciousness was dissolved in memory definitively, and I – am more exact, we with Alenoj as were now a single whole – have seen the world what it was actually. I only did not know, what world I saw – where I was born, or another which now left.
To Khrustalyov Ariman could tell much more. However, what could add to understanding of the person of memoirs on in common spent operations and about the discussions concerning, basically, subjects not so spiritual, and especially pragmatical, like change of the prices on energokapsuly? Even about the future of own country they almost did not conduct direct talks – Ariman remembered, that did not aspire to such conversations, even evaded from them at each case as the future seemed to it absolutely unpredictable in that Russia in which they lived.
Other seven which have risen on tverd from a gloom, were familiar with each other. Names vaguely appeared – but whether there was it memory or only an instinct demanding though any self-identification? Names became a dust, and attempts of everyone began a dust to understand themselves, the world and in the world. The dust – yellowish as sand underfoot, – acted at them on shoulders, palms, and at standing hardly away from the others the person by name of Antarm a thought dust has powdered even hair.
I listened and looked, and was afraid, that the memoirs scrap will depart, will be broken off, and Podolsk will stop. I was afraid of it and so happens.
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 there is no thought movement, it is impossible to recollect. If there are no memoirs, their energy does not stream in the world. And then …

– 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.
Also what then – memory? A kind of spiritual energy which in this world I possessed one. The energy brought by me from other world, whose physical laws are distinct from laws of the world of it. Energy of my memory is for certain capable, passing in a material condition to initiate the physical processes unknown in this world and for certain for it destructive.
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.
I did not know it, Victor never to me about this episode told. And that there were in the same evening some minutes later, has amazed me so, that I hardly have not drawn aside a hand when Victor's memoirs have stuck into my palm, transferring the not dissipated energy.
– Natasha! – Henry, and a word this, not told even has told, and flashed in the sky the sun are brighter, has thrown them to each other.

Реализуем ограждения нержавеющая сталь.

I have turned back and have found out the Inspector in several steps from myself. Antarm has managed the most part of the vital energy to turn into the non-material form, and in real terrestrial night looked like a ghost in the ancient English lock: the whitish humanoid stain shone by mental light. – V-a-sh-i-m-a-s … – that meant this word? Besides, I knew, that Antarm have not finished thought, and to me proihodilos to decipher it, as to children of the captain of the Grant – the letter washed away by water from a bottle.
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 ca me 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, th at 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.
Victor wished to leave to Kazan and to take away the rabbi and the Lion Podolsk – idea not from the silliest, but also not shining. If necessary Moscow criminal investigation department would get Khrustalyov and in Tatarstan – to spit there wanted, t here is a corresponding contract or not. If Victor has decided to leave, why it has appeared in one hundred kilometres from Moscow, on a hill opened from different directions – moreover without transport?
I have lifted eyes and have seen stars. I have seen the beams stretched to me as if threads, each of which contained a certain thought, me not understood, and a certain essence, for me while the inaccessible. I could absorb only eyes energy, pure, as nezamutnennyj a mountain stream. It was subjective sensation of cleanliness, which needs to be drunk to rescue if not a body own human essence.

Ormuzd looked forward to hearing, but its thought did not become a question, and light was silent, as the gloom was silent also, and on a prickly surface repeat it felt more and more uncomfortably. Light stirred to it because was everywhere – there where there was no gloom. Obeying an instinct, and at all reason arguments, it has crumpled light, and the gloom has rushed between fingers, and light istonchilsja, became dense, Ormuzdu that it has made was pleasant, and it has moulded a sphere from light and strong movement of a hand has thrown it upwards because the sphere has burnt to it fingers. Light has flied up over tverdju and has fallen asleep.
– I will not go with you, Victor Nikolaevich. It will not help, at Tatarstan with Russia the contract on mutual delivery of criminals.
– Memory it is possible to commit suicide! Pulse denura, this Jewish blow by fire – nonsense! But energy of memory is real! I know …
The sun has directed to horizon with such speed as if time wished to make up for lost time. Darkness should fall any minute, and in air ideas did not rush at all, having seized which I could understand, where it has appeared and that now it is necessary to do.