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NOT INWhat to me from that? The ingenious thoughts, capable own energy to pull out me from here, to a head did not come. And the panic, probably, thought was not. Or not – the panic was chaos of thoughts and consequently movement could not create, unless nervous marking time. – To order? – I, and during this moment have perplexed said a dome erected by Scientists, have become isolated with silent vshlipom, having separated us from the world. Should be, only this sound lacked me to understand at last, that wished to tell – and has told, he after all did not speak obinjakami! – Henry Natanovich Podolsky, the former expert in hereditary memory and incarnations. Not that that the veil has fallen from my eyes – exact, by the way speaking, expression though also unduly literary, – but I really was here the only thing who saw the purpose, the sense knew and understood a problem. What could I make in the remained second? Only one – to stop time, to stretch second to eternity. – So let Minozis takes my memoirs, let will dig them in the earth, will dispel by air, yes everything, only let … To keep a hand on weight costed to me of such pressure of forces, that I have ceased to perceive surrounding – a sphere, wood, the sky, the earth. This background has disappeared from my field of vision, and instead of it recognised contours of people, so to me now necessary were: here Ormuzd, the boy, costs to me half-turned and does signs which I not in forces to understand, and hardly has bent in movement as if from an impulse of a strong wind, the rabbi Chuhnovsky – without a hat, however, and even without the traditional black frock coat, the bared essence and no more that, but all the same it was Chuhnovsky further, and behind it the shade of one more znakomtsa has appeared, and only an instant later I have learnt Abram Podolskogo who saw only once and to see better to me than not it at all … – Baruch ata adonaj … – has murmured the rabbi. – if it is a hell, why here I? And if paradise, why here all these people? 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. – No, – the boy has muttered. – energy of your memoirs is already partially spent. The remained energy has not enough. 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 could not tell anything in this occasion – I any more was not here, the world has blurred in consciousness, became a picture in memory, instantly having moved from a reality of the present past in reflexion. Planets addressed round stars, stars united in galaxies, and galaxies ran up extensively, and their force which name I did not know but which essence was clear for me drove – the essence was: memory. Memory of that world which was before and which has ceased to exist that there was a new Universe. – You have told to me something from your memoirs. I knew, that it is an invention. Imaginations do not possess ability to pass in other forms of energy, they are safe … And you … Arcady, I saw you, when … I do not find words to describe that I saw, and to what it, you is better me know … Ãðóçîâûå ïåðåâîçêè ïî Ðîññèè è ãðóçîâûå ïåðåâîçêè ïî Ìîñêâå.. We still will meet, Ariman. You – not ours. Nature laws – not your laws. You – remember. You do not have a place here. – 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 … To keep a hand on weight costed to me of such pressure of forces, that I have ceased to perceive surrounding – a sphere, wood, the sky, the earth. This background has disappeared from my field of vision, and instead of it recognised contours of people, so to me now necessary were: here Ormuzd, the boy, costs to me half-turned and does signs which I not in forces to understand, and hardly has bent in movement as if from an impulse of a strong wind, the rabbi Chuhnovsky – without a hat, however, and even without the traditional black frock coat, the bared essence and no more that, but all the same it was Chuhnovsky further, and behind it the shade of one more znakomtsa has appeared, and only an instant later I have learnt Abram Podolskogo who saw only once and to see better to me than not it at all … The horror has forced me to lift a sight to the sky. In zenith I have seen quietly falling sphere – pale, washed away, idea of a sphere, a sphere essence. Scientists have begun against me new attack, and to reflect it at me does not remain forces. – Ariman! – the violent thought was pulled out at Ormuzda. – it is final! You have arisen from darkness when I have separated it from light. It has not finished a phrase – Natalia Leonidovny's thought became clear to everything, and Podolsk such details which for me were only a beautiful pattern on a surface of a fine Persian carpet have opened also. Raskinoj it was possible to excite not simply genetic memory reasonable beings, but even memory of the form. She could recollect, how was a stone laying on the brink of a volcanic crater for billion of years before occurrence of a life on the Earth. The atoms which were a part of a stone, became subsequently elements of designs of other stones, both sandy beaches, and peatbogs, both a wood bark, and the first amoebas, and then – a long train – that only was not in memory of this woman! Really infinite energy, and I already almost without fear looked at the dome closed over us. We will break. The thought this drops has fallen to Henry's shoulder, as if water which Natali has shaken off from fingers. He has turned back. Not uby – the law of the nature, same general, as the law of conservation of energy. Energy can pass from material forms in spiritual and back, as well as a life, something losing in a material world and finding in the world of ideas. To kill it is impossible, it is possible to change only. – I said to you, Ariman, what it is necessary to look in an essence, really it so is difficult? – Has said grumbling voice Antarma, and I only have seen now the Inspector – not eyes, of course, that it is possible to see eyes in a black room? Antarm stood in several steps and looked deep into me with the curiosity inflating like a balloon. I, as the woman, have instinctively covered nakedness with hands, at once having understood and that it is useless, and that it is not necessary. The fiery sphere of the sun blinded eyes, light whiteness looked a soft and caressing background, and the gloom failure underfoot any more did not seem such awful because Ormuzd knew now: a gloom – a material for creation. It has bent and under steadfast sight Arimana has spent a palm on repeat. Prickles smoothed out, rumpled, tverd turned to the drift sand streaming between fingers. Sand was yellow because reflected solar beams, and joyful because so it would be desirable Ormuzdu. It is not sick, – the rabbi has repeated and has stretched a hand there where as it seemed to it, there was in air my essence invisible to an eye. – the creator punishes, and the Creator forgives. Both a pardon, and punishment – an essence one. One essence – rescue. «You always were the fool», – unexpectedly quiet voice Abram says, and only now I feel fleeting surprise. Abram Podolsky? Henry Natanovicha's ancestor which strange death the biochemist tried to investigate, studying own incarnations? If before me really Abram, who I? |