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$% DEUS ^ tmr, 2000
Year 2000. How many different and conflicting sentiments, he
prevnosit in life. In what kind of life, and whose, you ask?? A
in fact, is there a difference?
It was just a dream. Sleep, which in life we see many
hundreds and thousands. It was just an illusion generated by
the nervous system is deeply sick man. A man who can not,
or just do not want to define themselves in this evil, and this
failed the world.
...
For the past 36 hours without sleep Grim watching myself
from outside. He did not understand what is happening all
around - just pointless vanity. But he believed, believed in
what was once his spoke as a child. He remembered the words
mother, which she always reminded him: the theater is the art
of the gods, it is impossible doing something just like that.
In all must be the soul and meaning.
Deep sense of harmony and beauty. If you're not sure, then
better not think about it and forget it, said his mother. But
he did not forgotten, and indeed, he stole from mother to read
it and took out everything I could find about the art of the
gods of his dream. Moody yet then decided for himself that he
is willing to give his life only for the fact that for a while
to look at the present stage in the This theater ...
He did not feel the time, he did not see anything except
crash their hopes and expectations. Surly did not even realize
how much big mistake he made once in my childhood.
Running off into the distance of the road were replaced by
sophisticated tunnels, it is indescribable whirlpools of plasma
and moving energy. Around was uncomfortable, but pretty
comfortable and ... scary. Surly covered insane fear. He did
not chustvoval own body, he could not move his hands. His legs
vrastali into the ground and he chustvoval hot bowels of the
earth. He Tears flowed, simply because he could not omit the
eyelids. His had never seen, and felt.
For him, now there was no difference how he feels: color,
smell, or sound. It was just a feeling. Around it circled
geometric figures and gloomy for the first time in his life felt
how complex and unique images familiar to him
square, circle and triangle ...
He was seized by a fever, he intuitively understood that
reached the center land. And suddenly he found himself in the
vast cosmos. He felt insanely cold, but he chustvoval that in
his veins is still something boils. Surly with breakneck speed
pulled into the unknown. Flew past the planets, moons, stars,
whole galaxies. Millions and billions of tiny dots merge into a
stream of pure information and were in a surly.
He was struck by the beauty and impossibility of
what is happening. He understood that it had long been dead,
but he knew that this was the birth of something new and as yet
incomprehensible to him. The whole area around it became morose
like himself, he filled a still so young and
untouched world of their own illusions and dreams. Whether it
was Reality or just a vision, a surly not interested. Now
he knew the truth. He understood much, and he smiled to
himself. His smile reflected in the billions of copies of its
fractal in time and took with them the creation of the world.
He became a god.
Gloomy started, opened his eyes and at first did not
understand where he is located. However, memory reminded him of
his dream - the theater. Yes, He was in the theater, in the
real theater, with the that on there is a real scene. Returned
to him hearing and heard the sullen someone systematic and
continuous murmur.
He looked around but could not identify the source of the
whisper. Around him were the same as he, no different people.
He asked - what is it, who is whispering? Sullen pointed forward
scene, a small building but for some reason in the form of
unopened grave. - It's Maxim unbeliever. The most professional
prompter-baydist in this theater. someone said. - Today,
advocates rather complex actor - Vsevolod Random, he
self-taught actor, and throws, it happens, all sorts of feints,
but played from the heart! - continued the same voice.
Just now noticed a grim scene of the actor.
Wrapped in a camouflage body throbbed in convulsions and
contrary script and prompter, vopilo: "Yes you do suck! I just
know What is constructive chaos !!!".
Surly neighbor asked why so few people? - No
understand the contemporary avant-garde and the classics have
long been forgotten. Here I came only because I work as a
watchman at this theater. Say what you like and sit until the
end. Look over there, the people of the last leaves, - said the
man did a hand pass back.
Surly looked around and saw that the audience hastily
fleeing their place in the hall, throwing useless utilities
that buy in the near Pavilion videotapes and go home.
- Understand ... - The voice said. -Theatres on the country
decay, actors and directors go to the more lucrative
movie ... At best, the best actors and director will organize
New, modern, theatrical shows, studios, and sold for
a lot of money on the western scene ...
...
Moody newly opened his eyes. He did not know why, but he
has already clearly felt himself to be God. He knew that what he
seen - just a dream, and in the labyrinths of time, he - the
prisoner future, the punishment of his memories of the chaos
that was involuntarily victim of an oppressive reality ...
*
Dedicated to all sceners ...
Sketches of the parallel worlds spektrumizma.
Sketch One: Hike.
$% Surv! V0r, 2000
Tape federal highway went far beyond the horizon.
The clouds, like St. Petersburg's blue, inspired by the anguish
in the noonday heat. August heat last ready to face the
oncoming autumn - before the storm, it should be.
At the edge of the curb toward the Baltic winds sure step
moving people. He did not stop. His purposeful
opinion outlined the only one he knows the point approximation
which make up the meaning of an imminent hike.
Step, another ... an endless stream of cars and climb
road dust is carried away into the distance. That seemed to
regular road pointer. Blue plate with a reflector reads: "1161
kilometer ...".
- Yes, only some few hours and I go there! -
smiling man said to himself.
He paused for a moment, took out a bottle of soda
mineral water to quench their thirst arose.
- Well, it is necessary to step ... It's all Bayda!
And he went after the show through the clouds the sun. On
his shoulder hung a conventional sports bag in his hand a box
with inscription 'Firebird. Elite '...
Passed another mile road Samara -
St. Petersburg.
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