TO ME

To me remains nothing, except how to rise on a bunch way. I have flied up in air, mentally having made a start from the grass which have seemed to me not simply rigid, but sharp, as razor, – I have cut to myself consciousness though could not explain precisely, that it physically meant.
I have felt myself hands – similar, that on a body there was no even a scratch. Similar, that millstones of space vehicles have not processed me as it seemed to me a minute ago. Or my body became another? I have created it from understanding of essence of the world which has come to me more recently? All the same law of conservation of energy? The thought should create a matter how the matter cannot, disappearing not to create thought?
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.
– Yes, – has told Daena, she cried, and it really were tears, instead of thoughts on tears, and to it it was valid very badly because it has now killed, and to it it was terrible.

Daenu – to Alain in the life former and forgotten by it – one thought interested only, one idea seemed it worthy discussions and materializatsii.
This question occupied it not for long as he lived not thoughts, but sensations. Sensations was extremely a little, and he had to create their most.
Thinking of the beings living in a gloom, Ormuzd has created a moisture from light is not thought even was, and its shade, instinctive desire.
I have made some steps towards the disk nearest to me shivering in impatience, as if a quick horse in expectation of the horseman. The comparison which has arisen in thoughts not seemed to me inappropriate at all and has generated other association, more precisely, memoirs.
I laid, having nestled a cheek to a rigid grass, and I stood in an open country, and there was to wood too I, and still I flied at this time over fields at height of the bird's flight, and all it occurred simultaneously. Feelings, instead of have prompted reason to me, that among four sensations I should choose one. One – and correct.

– Without contradictions t here is no development, – has declared Minozis. – But it is contradictions between the different parties of good, displays of different laws of the nature.
– Perhaps, we will consult, – the Teacher has efficiently told. – from me, the truth, sense will be a little unless to direct energy … Well, pull hard!
The knowledge stuck into me needles of beams and was postponed somewhere in a non-material essence of my consciousness, but also easily taken therefrom, flashed, as if the meteor flew by on the sky, leaving a smoky trace.
The thought this drops has fallen to Henry's shoulder, as if water which Natali has shaken off from fingers. He has turned back.
Policemen did not know, of course, that the destruction have avoided, they operated according to the charter, and the marksman, having put out because of tureli in the left door of the car, has let out in Victor short turn. It beat for certain, moreover and Chuhnovsky could take, if bullets could pass through a wall combined from power bricks, remained after dispersion of a bunch from "shidlera".
I did not wish to begin all anew. Before I knew, that it is necessary for me in this world. Now this purpose did not exist. Daena did not wait for me, and all was senseless.

I have not finished speaking. I was still the boy and did not know women, except own mother whom, of course, did not know too – unless only its love to me, that part of its essence that has been turned into my party and is accessible to my children's consciousness. But I was also myself – the person knowing that dies in second time. I wished to ask at Alains why during this moment it has left me, stood nearby, looked …
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 came 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.
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.
– And here a moisture became too much, – has informed Ariman. Ormuzd and it saw. Sand has bulked up also bores to feet. Besides, light which has absorbed evaporating moisture, from white became bluish, and in it more dense stains, the name which were showed was thought up at once: clouds.
– You are mistaken, Ariman, – has sadly told Minozis, and I have unexpectedly seen the Scientist: it stood on one of islets, shifting from one foot to the other to keep balance.
– Arcady! – I have heard warning exclamation. Everything shouted, in my opinion, even Abram Podolsky standing by in the distance released statue.

My acquaintance to Victor. «That you are able, Vinokur?» «Here my diploma». «This piece of plastic thrust to itself in … I ask, what you are able?»
– Perhaps, we will consult, – the Teacher has efficiently told. – from me, the truth, sense will be a little unless to direct energy … Well, pull hard!
I felt myself as statue Komandora which has was on appointment to Don ZHuanu. A statue capable only boomingly to rearrange a foot and to take from a throat deaf persons, nothing expressing sounds.
"… has recollected clearly as if has seen on the stereoscreen, – metalnikov the first has advanced to the attack on Scientists when Minozis and Faj have slammed a cocoon, having fenced off us from the Universe. But all the same – I did not like this person, even now when we have appeared … where? The strange scene was presented: the member of spetsnaz in a camouflage and a mask in a hall of the Moscow choral synagogue, on a head the cardboard disposable skullcap, around praying Jews, and the rabbi Chuhnovsky faces to the visitor and cannot make of the decision – whether to expose the impudent person, whether to set on a place of honour: whether a little in the Divine house this representative of the power what for was? What if it gathers directly in a hall where the Torah roll is stored, to make arrest?."