Pusher
Story.
(C) Oleg Malakhov (Stever)
Illustrations (c) Alexey Antipov (Goblin)
Accompanies happiness is not everything.
We must understand this at once.
And the solution to all our problems
Over unchanged once.
Selectively happiness usually
Looking for those who are worthy of all.
We, of course, accustomed to think,
With every chance to succeed.
But not everything is decided from on high.
Though we are afraid to admit it,
All the odds are not below or above.
Unto us is very difficult to understand.
OM
In each of us longing for the good
coexists with a penchant for evil,
and, in my opinion,
we live in is not known to us re mi - a world
full of shadows and twilight creatures.
Arthur Meychen.
Fear - that's a topic in which
most of us are used tinnoe fun, downright
some kind of morbid enjoying.
Clive Barker.
Reaching the trays on which to sell books, the young man
stopped. Among all the diversity represented here for the
reader, his attention was drawn to two books, dust jackets are
immediately struck by his defiant red color. This original
design could only have certain books and the young man, still
not taking any of them in the hands was convinced percent at
the ninety-five I finally found the last novel by famous
Russian masters of literature horror Victor Kozankova. And so,
flipped through both books, he came to perfect delight, as the
books, everything else, were branded editions of works
Kozankova, which in itself is a huge rarity. The young man was
a lover of this kind of literature and, of course, interested.
In His collection of works Kozankova was not only this novel.
Delighted to luck, which is so time she smiled at him, he
without any hesitation, decided to buy both volumes. They cost
not too expensive, but to get them was a matter of emergency
complexity, and the fact that they are somehow mysteriously
appeared on an ordinary pan, but do not collapse in the book,
it seemed the young man a fluke. Seller, seeing
sincere interest in the young man asked him a question:
- Do you like "horror"?
- In general, yes, - he answered. - Especially our, Russian.
- That's right - agreed to by the seller. - I myself really
like this type of book. A really novel Kozankova, in my
opinion, generally the height of perfection. So strongly advise
you to buy it. I guarantee, get great pleasure. I just devoured
them. And is it not very expensive.
The young man smiled mentally, watching carefully as the seller
touts his product, but knew that he tells the truth and reasons
not to buy books, not seen. Therefore, after hearing all the
seller's monologue to the end, he said: - Well, if I take both
volumes. - Well, right - said the salesman. - Right. Where you
have this novel get it?
Paying the seller, a young man took the book, put
them in a bag and walked away from the trays. Then looked at
his watch. Time already running out, and especially delayed him
was not possible. Therefore, it is a firm step toward the
entrance to the subway.
People wishing to take advantage of an underground mode of
transport was an enormous amount and at the entrance and lobby.
So the young man had spent about five minutes out to make way
for the same turnstiles. Punch, he took a deep breath and
adjusted the bag that is pretty hesitated, feeling on his
horrible pressure hand yearning to get on the subway crowd.
Taking from his pocket "travel," the young man attempted to
reach controller, and after some time he succeeded. But in most
crucial moment in a lively old man, apparently a very hurrying
somewhere, pretty much pushed him and swept past. "Travel" flew
from the hands of a young man and fell on the stone floor,
exposing the real danger of being trampled by the crowd. The
young man, without losing composure, which was very strange in
such a situation, rushed after him, and just a few seconds
before a lady came to the place where lay the object of his
lust, raised ticket. Controller, who had witnessed the scene,
silently nodded the young man, showing that there is no need to
bring a "travel." Thus the young man quite free to got to the
escalator. True, this is not indicative of that the obstacles
on its difficult path ended. The point that to get on the
escalator turned out to be much harder to overcome than the
turnstiles. Many people seem to have broken the chain and
literally shove around. A shove-it was nowhere in particular.
Because the passage of the escalator is very narrow, and he
simultaneously tried to squeeze up to fifteen people. And this
despite the fact that the rear constantly pressed forward very
impressive mass of people, also does not want to give anyone.
In general, the escalator young man came down heavily bruised
and slightly browned. But his status did not last very long, as
along the way it turned out that the people on the platform
were two times more than in the lobby. The young man smiled
even this alignment of events, because in this case, they
played extremely on his arm. Time was the most crowded. He
glanced at a clock that hung above the tunnel. According to
their data, the train left the platform forty-five seconds ago.
From which it can be concluded that in less than a minute, and
even more the next train will not appear. Having made this very
profitable for themselves conclusion, a young man forced his
way through the crowd, reached the place, closest to the edge
of the platform. Only here he allowed himself to relax a little
and looked around. To his left stood very tall man in a black
cloak. In his right hand he held a small diplomat with a
combination lock. The young man noticed that the man is too
nervous and often looked at his watch, from what has made quite
a natural and correct conclusion that he was very much in a
hurry, and no train is very depressed him. The right of the
young man was an elderly woman, burdened by an intolerable
burden in the form of an impressive size grocery bags. Surge,
combined with the heat that prevailed in the subway on her face
made by droplets sweat, and she continually wiping their free
hand, looking around at all around a mournful look. Directly in
front of a young man there was a girl, which in appearance he
could give no more than eighteen years of age. Pretty nice,
with a slender figure. In general, very personal. The young man
looked at the guy with blond hair who was standing next to this
girl. That something she said enthusiastically, and,
apparently, something interesting, as she smiled sweetly and
periodically dispensed guy look full of tenderness and
admiration. The young man smiled sarcastically, looking at this
wonderful couple. "Yeah, you come to each other, my friends -
he thought. - But all is not well in life, as it seems at first
glance. Life is life, and often it is chips quite impossible
things. And I'm your destiny. "Then the young man proceeded to
take decisive action. Behind him a crowd pressed forward
strongly, and he missed some, especially zealous, forward. His
calculation was correct: the guy was ousted from his
girlfriend, and his desperate attempts to get through to her
were unsuccessful. The young man had studied the psychology of
this many-armed and multilegged monster - the crowd. He may
well have a reasonable degree of accuracy predict what will
happen the next moment, as the crowd will behave, usually
representing a single body, working at the same pace. And This
time, he was not mistaken. Woman pushed back harder and
stronger, and the guy pushes ever closer to the edge of the
platform. The young man took a strategically advantageous
position in the back of the man who once stood on his left. Now
this man was somewhat to the side of the unfortunate guy who
has not yet their attempts to get to his girl. But soon the
skillful actions of the young man led to what turned out to be
a man right behind the guy. And then the young man looked at
his watch, even somewhat flustered: trains did not have two
minutes. And in his fact, all decisive moment, after a little
more, and is well folding situation could rapidly deteriorate.
Especially the guy has not lost hope to penetrate deep into the
crowd. Young people had begun to lose its composure. His heart
was beating at a furious pace, and on the forehead with sweat.
In this case, a young people tried very hard to keep an
extremely quiet and even a little detached face, but inside it
has all boil. He almost cried when a man in a black cloak made
an attempt to give the guy, but to the great displeasure of the
latter crowd behind the crowd would not let him do it. And then
the gong sounded, announcing the fact that the train will be a
few seconds. The young man sighed again and ready for action.
Train with a deafening roar inexorably approaching. A strong
gust of warm air escaped from the tunnel, ruffled hair guy. He
has took no action, and calmly watched the train.
Young people are grouped and slightly leaning backwards. Schley
seconds. Roar grew. You could already see the first car
trains and, as yet unclear, the silhouette of the driver. Young
man slowly counted to five, and rushed forward ...
(To be continued).
