Eighteen days of
the Brown sink of a confessional in a subsoil of a Catholic cathedral. A trellised shadow on a face of the pastor.
- the Father, and I wait I will not wait when these 18 days come to an end.
- Nowadays nobody knows, my son that a sin that is not present.
is declared Yesterday - all news agencies, the majority of TV channels and newspapers - the world needed to exist 18 days. All governments are powerless. Laws are overthrown. You can live these days as you want …
the Infinite hellbender - products and alcohol are released by gift. Trains go? Sometimes - yes. The ticket to Switzerland is not necessary - and I always dreamed to visit there.
Whirlwinds of discos, evenings, Vienna balls. the Rich distribute to
wealth - however who and why needs now money.
Fateful patients exult - not they one are doomed.
Whirlwinds. Kaleidoscopes, spinning of everyone and everything.
- How are you?
- More than ever! It seems to me, I can be spat by fire.
Some do not leave a condition of meditation, others - hellbenders.
of Divine service are simplified. However, priests are sometimes so drunk what in general not to serve capable.
As is interesting! - eighteen days.
Ya went to a confession - but it is useless.
Eighteen short days, the blinding spheres, the triumphing chasms …
CIRCLES of TIMES
Cut off corners of paths on skis, and the ski track shone as buttered. Snow cast blue, and vacation seemed infinite, infinite … Went to the cousin to Kaluga - there, from zalesenny mountains in it is white - pinkish lace, moved down to densely covered Oka, laughed. Went after home, touching the motley moments, waited for tea with jam … Flakes of children`s winter settle in the adult`s head, and he goes for a walk in the next forest park, listens attentively to a scratch of smetanny paths, touches memoirs as if beads, seeing in snow-covered bushes not ezhat, not bear cubs, and realizing - it is accurate, to pain - the trifle in comparison with this pacified, snow-covered, such great world - not the person in need in anybody …
of Marthe - winter month, and together - month of delivery of winter - porous, is red - black snowdrifts are awful, but the streamlets piercing an armor armor give hope. Then April will blow in the pipe - and everything will recover: people and thoughts. However, it is optional: there are winter adherents pining in April for something not clear for them, not uttered.
A May - actually the summer already given in density and volume.
From a snag - chyorno - greenish, a crocodile nicknamed - yes to the lake - bulty, under the applause of splashes penetrated by a sunlight. Then in gold dust izvalyatsya to remember sea of which once in the childhood built fluid, unsteady locks. And at bushes on lakes fully nimble, Xing - the green, casting gold lizards. Not to compare formidability of children`s summer to anything - the country world, whose greens variously - it is dense, trips to the sea, and time, time - infinite, impregnated with happiness, deprived of any expectations of the future.
The UNFORTUNATE POET
He was a poet. It was forced to work in library. Quietly? It is not dusty? Yes, but it was weighed upon this service, did not take out it …
He wanted to leave for half an hour earlier, but east student - not the Tatar, not the Bashkir - literally stuck to the monitor, watched something, giggled. It was poured by poison. - Girl, - he told, - it is the hall for occupations, but not for entertainments. - Yes I know, I know, - she as as if it was not waved away.
He was a poet - with fragmentary soul, izdyorganny. In two minutes prior to closing he told - Switch off, you leave. - There is still time, - she waved away. He got up, choking hit it, terribly and strongly, it fell …
That you invent - the unfortunate poet, the fosterling of a vault that you invent, you and that will not manage to row - will wait when this Bashkir leaves, to be angry about itself, then will write verses … to
PLASMA of the
BEACH - Again I in fools! All right, I will go I will bathe …
the Equal setup of tender waves, foam letters, the hot, embracing stops, sand.
Noise over water; baby`s cries are penetrated by happiness as water - beams. The anchor buoy becomes closer and closer and if to dive, then under the acquired stone holding it it is possible to find a crab whose claws threaten fingers.
is motley, noisy ashore, cheerfully. Sweet cherry, apricots, beer, lemonade. On colorful laying different food - and krugloboky tomatoes embrace terry fennel and branches of parsley; newspapers rustle, splash cards.
the Full kiss of a ball - the company plays in volleyball.
Umbrellas, trestle beds. - Listen to
, and we will go to cinema today?
- And that? Wonderful thought. - She smiles in reply; then sharply jumps and runs to water.
People rock on air mattresses; divers in masks get sea horses and fishes - needles.
Everything is overflowed with the sun, happiness, rest; the life lump which is stuck together by cares is rolled away aside, and the huge sea laughs, laughs …
the RIDICULOUS CURL of the HISTORY
Shcherbitsky inserts the cartridge into the videorecorder - almost inaccessible for the Soviet citizens, and - heatedly, with protruding eyes - says: No, you listen, Kostya that this hlopchik drills! And where I will not understand …
Whistling, choking with Chernenko`s breath looks at the screen from which Gorbachev broadcasts about unclear - blasphemously, surely, impudently.
is hto in general, Volod? - Chernenko asks.
- Da Mishka Gorbachev!
- And what it bears? What reorganization? What acceleration? To cause it yes to posproshat …
I here Gorbachev - young, loyal - standing on a red carpet, looks the cartridge with own ridiculous - at the Soviet firmness - performance. He stares, he shrugs shoulders, he does not know who and as flew to the future and wrote down its performance - because future - it is already is not present because will knock out it from party because …
FOCUS - the Focus GROUP
- group. A subject - vodka … Well, thought that there - to approach, fill in the questionnaire, to receive one thousand in an envelope. He liked to drink … In a day the invited woman called, spoke is noisy, energetically, cheerfully; said how it is necessary to answer, and he is a poor poet - thought: what Beluga vodka? I such and on birthday will not be able to buy … It was necessary to lie - to lie in the questionnaire to pass for discussion and to receive any more not one thousand, and two … He did not want to lie. From lie always remained it is poisonous - a muddy deposit in consciousness, and can in soul. He thought - what perhaps sociological research if at the heart of his lie? The world okrest flew, was poured by lie, its fires burned, its temptations flickered …
It went, looked for office; in the center was - in cozy, darling, where in the lane, in the gorge between houses the huge, gold, powerful dome of unknown church burned … the Office was located with
in the building of gray color; the third floor, a beautiful ladder, motley pictures on walls, tall palm trees in tubs...
Sat, filled in the questionnaire, looked at other men - strong, gloomy, too drinking. The last column in the questionnaire was such: If you became the participant of cinema whom you would see yourself? He wrote: The tramp who is looking for sense of life. It probably also played a crucial role - for discussion he was not called. Having received one thousand, he went to wander about a labyrinth of lanes, passed the house where lived the child, and, being confused in memoirs, set to the subway …