AUTUMN CINEMA of
the Clever, intelligent face of the tram - as if in square glasses of points; having tinkled, it stopped, and among others somebody descended in checkered trousers and a striped shirt; descended and looked at the boulevard whose layered kroner celebrated the Byzantine gold of fall. Somebody passed the lane with a Baptist chapel, several versatile, equally interesting houses, and came to the square - extensive very, in a pereputa of tram ways, dawned the church greatly representing Russian, the 18th centuries of baroque. The Moskva River - invisible from here, - but obviously sumerechno - lilac-tinged - a vein lingeringly under the huge bridge, and the very tall high-rise building rose a fortress. To it, having passed a piece of glass of cafe where once traded in tasty shish kebabs and somebody went. Shirokoshumny steams of cars exfoliated, and soon, having passed two - three transitions the guy appeared at old movie theater where once watched movies which could not be watched in other places. Near movie theater there was a lovely public garden - with benches, covered by bronze ochre of dead leaves; leaves of pouring cadmium, causing reminiscence of a children`s herbarium. Here, on a bench the guy smoked a cigarette then he dived into movie theater. He wandered about the foyer, considered photos of actors, and remembered, remembered; then, having gone down in a hall hole, took the place and waited for darkness.
Began to sparkle, floridly flashed - and rushed. The movie - precisely plastered by stylistics clearness, - it was smoothly bent by a thin plot - whose psychological nyuansirovka blossomed fancy patterns. People on pier, the people shrouded in fog, beep of the steamship … The man losing love, and masking emptiness, politeness clots; wine in a glass; and the loneliness volumes read to each of characters. Thin lifelines sopletatsya in the general drawing, and uncommunicativeness, inability to have a talk with another blew sad, iridescent bubbles. Then the light was turned on, and people stretched to an exit.
- Well and nonsense! - the guy heard, overtook young couple, and, having left in autumn darkness, lit. The dragon of a smoke flew away quickly - quickly; motley fires of the city floated blue, gold, white. Maps of the unknown countries - such seemed windows of houses; cards which different rivers you will not track though more - their movement is less known.
A a movement of cars was not less saturated, than during daylight hours … The bridge was bent, up went huge rise and the black ink shadow dexterously turned into the person inclined over water. The guy moved, and seized him by a sleeve. - That you! Why! It is not necessary! - unsteadily - gold roots of lamps went to water - or the heavenly, hidden ships dropped the anchors. - Who are you? - the guy asked. - Anybody. Player. - Deafly the person answered. There were they hand in hand, went, were silent, rose up, dived into the next lane doing a difficult loop, but when the guy wanted to address the silent, sudden fellow traveler found out that that was gone. Self-deception? Dream?
did not want to drive By the tram; easy rings of impressions exfoliated in the head, movie pictures a kaleidoscope ran on reality; having entered home the guy turned on the light and passed on kitchen, sat down to a table, began to eat fleshy, tolstoboky plums from a massive, painted plate; and to think of images of the movie, of the unaccomplished suicide who most likely was not; to think and look down - in a narrow well of the yard where the space limited to houses seemed small, children`s - and same small, children`s, own, not deciphered life seemed toy …