IT IS NECESSARY FOR

The gloom was everywhere and was everything, the infinity lasted in the past and the future, repeating itself, and too was a gloom.
And still Antarm has recollected itself such what was in any embodiment – alien, unpleasant, not understood and it is good that time. It floated in passage, touching with sides for sharp sides of rocks, other way to open water was not, and he hurried up, because the volcano behind the back has again revived and was spat by a lava, water became warm, continued to heat up and filled in eyes, and to plunge it did not want, was afraid, that will not come up. It worked as fins how never in a life, but all the same the lava overtook it, and he damned the body, clumsy and not capable to resist to elements. Why it such? Why he was not born one of those beings what stood on coast, at tops of rocks, on a flat platform at an input in a bay – everywhere, everywhere? They saw off its shouts, swung the sticks so annoying it, they were ready to kill him before it will be made by a lava if it curtails from the road traced by them … For what? They shout: «Leviafan! Leviafan!» And do not understand sense. They …
Really now will appear Alain? The female figure, fluttering hair – Natalia Raskin whom I never wished death and could swear, that did not think to kill her in that world.

– I investigate death Vinokura, this private business, – Victor stops at nothing, understanding, that rushes a breast on the tank.
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.
– The moisture is necessary, that's all, – ressejanno he has told. Its thoughts have been occupied by another: it seemed to it, that in a gloom someone lives. Monsters? No. And what such these monsters? The word which does not have the maintenances as had no maintenance concept about not created and even not not thought up is simple. No, in a gloom there lived beings without which neither Ormuzd, nor Ariman could not manage.
– You think, what genetic memory is transferred only mechanically? – Podolsk giggles. – unless the history with Henry has not proved the return?
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.
All was so, and all was perfect differently. Really Victor during the first hours after my death was so blind, what did not see the truth if not such what it was actually then not such what it never was?
Can be. However, I could not fulfil the requirement of the Scientist, even recognising the before it defeat. To leave the Earth – as? What vehicles used for interplanetary flights in this world? What laws of the nature? Where to search for the cosmodrome if it in general exists? And whether it is necessary to buy the ticket?

The beam of its sight has died away, Minozis any more did not wish to speak with me. I have stretched still hot palm, and the Scientist has screamed, and have screamed Ormuzd with Antarmom, and other my soldiers, standing up for my back with the cargo of memoirs have cried. And one more shout was distributed in my consciousness – shout for the sake of which I could give everything including own memory.
– Victor, – has told I. – thanks that has not betrayed me. Now recollect. Yourself, and the father concluded in you, both mother, and grandmothers, both grandfathers, and the robber living in the fifteenth century, your ancestor, you told to me about this family legend …
I did not wish to begin all anew. Before I knew, th at it is necessary for me in this world. Now this purpose did not exist. Daena did not wait for me, and all was senseless.

Ограждения для лестниц.

– … you giving Also are blest, is there was a voice of Avraam, on what Henry, being the person rational, but capable to apprehend a reality and emotionally, has reacted words:
– Not for the sake of itself! Because it is necessary for you and consequently that he considers itself(himself) to some extent guilty.
Is your sign, Ariman … Arcady. A sign which you mark the. The friends. The supporters. The fighters.
I could. Daena has stopped loving me, having given energy of the feeling, but at Alains there were the memoirs which energy could not disappear. Means, could not disappear and its love.
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.
It was his name. What did it mean? What in general can mean a name? A word to which it is necessary to respond, and he has responded:

Daena has not answered. Unless it has rescued me? Is not present – only has granted a delay. What is the time it is necessary for the Scientist to think up other way to consult with me? Minute? Hour? Year?
– The moisture is necessary, that's all, – ressejanno he has told. Its thoughts have been occupied by another: it seemed to it, that in a gloom someone lives. Monsters? No. And what such these monsters? The word which does not have the maintenances as had no maintenance concept about not created and even not not thought up is simple. No, in a gloom there lived beings without which neither Ormuzd, nor Ariman could not manage.
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.
Ariman has fallen nearby on knees and has tried to imitate, creating sand, but prickles painfully stuck into a skin, tverd did not give in.
Really each time when I recollected something from the last life, the essence of this world inevitably varied? My memory – that pipe on which the essence alien to it joined the world?