O all about everything
Protein, Victoria Trynova
From the Editor. Today we went did not
quite usual "About all about everything."
Today, there will not be familiar stories
about UFOs and the paranormal. We
decided to change direction on the whole space
all the more "literary" channels. In principle, we are well
conceived of this section - print about everything and anything
you want ...
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CLOWN
(C) Protein
"Success ... The word here is completely
does not mean anything ... "
George L. Mallory
From recordings made in assault
camp on the edge of Mount Everest just before
death.
In the middle of a huge hall on a cold,
stone floor, frantically beating clown. Colored squares flashed
his motley tights. Yellow, green, blue, red, black, yellow ...
Jingle bells ringing on the red cap.
He runs through the cold gray stone floor in a fit of
irrepressible grief and despair. His face - a mask of pain.
Tears no longer exists, only now his body is shaken by
convulsions so jerky bursts out sobbing.
Around the walls of the hall, there are people
and look at him. In their eyes - and laughter
approval. They applaud as wonderful game, enthusiastically
chanting Compliments. And continue to watch.
On the cold stone floor in captivity
colored tights and a cap with bells in
a fit of grief and despair, frantically beating clown.
Beware emboldened jester:
captured, chained and put to death you are,
when waking up, the audience will understand
that you have long not kidding.
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FIGURE
(C) 2001 Victoria Trynova
He took a sheet of paper and held by him
pencil. Bar, second, third ... AND
now on paper, appeared dimly lit medieval hall with high lancet
windows in the Gothic style.
He listened: from a distance came the sound of
music - downright festive in its bleakness. Suddenly caught his
breath and in the eyes darkened. In order not to fall
He threw his hand forward and grabbed the
something cold. It was a marble
column. He's in no masteriskoy
columns was not in sight! He looked
and was taken aback.
There was no doubt: he was in that
same hall, which has drawn his own five minutes ago. Still not
believing his eyes, he again touched the column and was
convinced of its reality.
The music became louder, and suddenly heard singing. He
hastened to hide in a niche.
In the hall became a procession, consisting of
people, covered in long black robes. Their faces were covered
with hoods. Each carried a lighted black candle and an inverted
crucifix.
The procession stopped at a semblance of an altar. The
figure, which goes first, took off her cloak, and the artist
appeared naked woman of exceptional beauty:
long, thick blond hair, big
moist eyes, swollen lips. She stood motionless, his eyes fixed
distance, as if in a trance.
One of the men, bearded big-bellied,
took her arm and led her to the altar. She
silence lay on the rise.
The participants of this strange rite
came into effect. A woman,
dressed as a street fairy - catchy and vulgar - stick around a
black candle another - pulled out from under the loose overall
great golden chalice encrusted with precious stones, and filled
it with something thick and red.
All come lined semicircle
at the altar and began to read the chant some gibberish in
which the artist with dismayed to learn vyvorochennuyu inside
out "Our Father."
With every blasphemous word people burn more and more, some
were shouting curses at address of God and the Virgin Mary.
The bearded man, wearing a head something like a papal
tiara, and taking a huge knife, began to approach the beauty
that lay all this time still.
And then the artist realized that the woman
lying on the altar, in the role of victim.
Unable to restrain himself, he was desperate
cry sprang from his hiding place ...
Not turning to him faces there is nothing left of humanity.
Artist with horror, realized that he was finished!
It turns out he fell asleep at the table.
The sun shone directly into the window. Probably
soon noon.
He stretched and yawned. And ever
as such! He put the picture in the folder and
went into the shower.
And the figure in a dark gothic
Hall, men in dark robes close
ring tight ring surrounded the unfortunate man ...
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