About all about everything. "Way before dawn"
Dmitry Bozhenko
(Reprint from "THRESHOLD" N4/2001)
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Editor's Note: Many people probably
met by the name of Dmitry Bozhenko pages of computer paper
"Optron". However, today we present his story, published in
April 2001 and in hard-Ukrainian scientific-popular and
literary and art magazine "Threshold". Material for the
publication provided Sergey Loboda aka RGB.
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Oh, you know, my lads, what
strange things happen between the three
o'clock in the morning and four nights! Do not laugh, why are
you laughing? - Serious things I tell you! But no. I spoke to.
Between the three nights and four in the morning, as would be
absurd as it may sound. Occurs it's always, though not all of
this guess. Sometimes even those who are going on right before
your eyes. And you know why? Because they simply do not
believe!
Although, you know, something like this happens to
everyone. That's how me and you now. We communicate. Calm down,
nothing from each other by melting. Is not this
miracle?
Say - no? Nothing special?
Yes, look around - do not here
Nothing surprising about that? Look at these
unusual trees - they are covered with orange leaves! And the
sky? Somewhere else is such a wonderful bright colors
so even with so much luminous stars? And the air-then the air!
It is clean, cool, when you breathe them, thoughts become
extraordinarily clear, although it can not always express them.
And not because someone interferes to do it. Just ...
listen to no one except yourself.
We agree. It pleases. Though now I'm
found someone with whom I can talk to,
though in not so familiar place.
You know, there where I was, all the way, friend, everything is
different. Tell you?
So listen well ...
I live in an awesome world, not this,
like yours. Where I come from, never
not in the sky at the same time to see two
more light. Actually, our
moons of the planet more than you have, but they
so small, that are almost invisible. Sun we have two, but each
- on their side and they never meet. Maybe my words sound
strange to you? Well, admit it. This hour is a lot of mystery.
Yes, yes, no argue - not without reason we met in this
strange place! We would not know anything
about each other. For one simple reason only - such familiarity
can happen oh do not often! The gates were opened, and our
paths crossed.
Although ... Who knows who crossed paths with someone -
you're with me or vice versa. Alone I can say for sure: I left
my corporeal membrane and thus is free to wander where I
pleased. Now here I wandered here in this wilderness. You
wonder why I called her wild? Do not ask me! There, in the
that distant land where I was born, residents
do not create artificial moons and do not hang
them in the midst of cities, did not clean the air
incredible networks or filters. We
No one measures the time a sensor on the wrist, as it's just
that you have done, and Do you know why? We just all know
that it is, and runs, runs its course. Have you thought of a
lifetime at least once, that you are not alone in the universe
- about that somewhere spread thick black sea that hot yellow
stream to form a crystalline lake, that somewhere far away live
colorless and invisible to the untrained eye creatures, even
Unaware of their usual environment habitat is poisonous and
extremely dangerous for any other life forms? Think about all
of this. And remember that all that seems so important that it
deserves your attention vsetselnogo, at the case - are nothing
in a global sense. That will change your hasty or
taken after much deliberation a decision?
Do they affect what happens
Thousands of years later?
I feel in your heart, confusion ... You know, my first
words of someone taken seriously. We are all different. Y
We do not have accidents. No talentless
or luck. Do not believe me? Come with me
and see for yourself!
You agree to go, huh?
How happy I am! Until you, no one ventured on such a
conversation, but even more so - on the Way!
Your world will soon disappear, and it is inevitable: it
always was with all the previous worlds, which I visited. That
is the law, otherwise it can not be. But I'll take you to the
another, together we will open new horizons! We'll wander,
create, to destroy, to manage events, do you hear? Come on,
have to hurry: time is running out! ..
But what is it? Envelops you like a fog, I see nothing ...
Where are you, respond! Can not be:
you spread, melt in the morning light, disappears ...
And I'm alone again ... Goodbye, we do not destined to see!
No one in the able to return past a dream ...
1999.
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