TO ANYWHERE

Policemen whom I have rescued a life, had an opportunity to make a volley, having destroyed the gone mad detective.
How many my sliding from height proceeded? Ten minutes? Hour? The sun, appear, stood at one height, having decided to wait my landing and only then to continue the way to horizon. Having understood, that the next second I will concern the earths, and having extended feet not to fall, I have found out myself not in wood, not on a glade, and in a place which was absolutely not familiar to me. A platform covered with elastic substance, and set of flat disks around – from semimeter in diameter to huge ten-metre large objects. Close disks were similar to wood stubs, differing from them unless colour, bluish-black, not associating in consciousness with green plantings.
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.
Daena has turned away from me, has darted a glance at burnt down house, has falteringly sighed and has slowly gone downhill. I have gone trace, but the woman, not turning around, have made discharging gesture as if a cat has flung away from road, and I have stopped.
I did not know it, Victor never to me about this episode told. And th at 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.

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.
Victor was kneeling and looked in a flame. It was not necessary to be able to read thoughts to guess: Khrustalyov has imagined, that it is its shot has caused falling of a boat and explosion.
– 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?
It has seized both hands 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.
– Daena, – I have whispered. Words Podolsk explained much, but passed now by my consciousness.
– Daena, – I have whispered. Words Podolsk explained much, but passed now by my consciousness.

– Ariman, – has silently said Antarm, cautiously being liberated, – I was your opponent, but now it is excluded. When you to me have told about the world, I listened and did not trust, because it could not be. But that there can not be, that mismatches natural laws, does not possess power – any! And it has turned out differently, and I have understood, that in your words the truth contains. Understand, Ariman?
– To me too it is difficult, – admitted Ormuzd. – Where it is easier, it appears, to create from darkness or light, than then to change already created. The sun blinds eyes, but I cannot do anything with it any more.
– Arcady Valerievich, is there was Henry Podolskogo's voice, – it is really not enough Our own memoirs. Without genetic memory not to manage.
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.
And it remembered? In consciousness vague images were born, and he understood them. It were the images which edges disappeared in a fog, and then were slowly shown – together with sounds, smells and any other sensations which it could not define yet.
– I do not understand, – I have whispered and have dropped lips to lips Daeny and then only has understood that has occurred on this hill several seconds ago.
But creating, you understand yourself. Earlier he only felt. Now has learnt to understand. What will be then?

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The thought was idle time, but without close examination for certain would escape, having merged with light: we again together.
When I have again felt myself as a single whole has understood that has achieved the – the bunch continued movement to the purpose, but any more did not represent for it essential danger.
– 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.

– Energy of your memory destroys structure of our world and consequently you are dangerous. Anybody from us cannot be protected from your memoirs, you understand it?
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:
I have lifted Daenu from knees and have risen itself. The woman stood like a doll and did not understand, that to it occurs. She knew me. She knew, that waited for me. Knew, that has rescued me from any danger. But did not know – what for. Did not know – as it has made. Also th at the word "love" means, she did not know too.
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.
And after all with us were still Abram Podolsk, looking around clever eyes, and my foe Metalnikov who was not lifting an eye from the boiling surface of a bog. And still Ormuzd, my Teacher, and Antarm, my Inspector – unique among us, who and not vpomnili whom were before.