Your stories part II

An excerpt of my story the Story of one pilot ( did not finish) writing slowly.

Clear January sky January 7, 2000. As a family-oriented, I hugged my daughter, kissed his wife and with a lump in my throat and closed the door behind him. Went downstairs, walked out the door and got in the car. Today I was supposed to fly flight. Where unknown.
Upon arriving at the empty road to the airport, I parked almost near the entrance to the terminal. Leaving the car, I breathed this cold air and headed into the building. Route normal: medical, navigation, preflight briefing and cockpit.
After spending 15 minutes in the clinic, I climbed into the Navigator. It was a small room on the third floor of the airport, something like the Smoking room, where generally assembled crews before departure and discuss news, or just sat and drank coffee waiting out the flight delay. I went into the Navigator. Immediately I was greeted by our head Vasily Petrovich. It was a man of about forty or forty-five, a former flight instructor on Tu-154.
- Vasilich, 'he said to me,' then we a newcomer came he began.
Honestly, I'm not very fond of the newcomers to aviation. And for what them to love? Youth. And even without all the flying hours.
- Asked to determine to your crew. – Finished Petrovich.
- Well, if asked, then let me in the crew will. – Responded I.
I walked over to the newcomer and shook his hand.
- How to call you? – I asked.
- Dmitry Medvedev. – A guy answered.
As I understand it he was twenty years old. A young guy with short brown hair, slender build.
- Well, Dima, - I - patronymic will get when the commander in the chair to sit down. – I said to him. – It is our tradition. – Jokingly I said.
- Realized. – The guy replied and turned serious.
The commander talked to his wingman. As it turned out, he went in aircraft at the request of his father. So to speak in his footsteps.
When the entire crew was assembled, Vasilich invited everyone to climb on Board. I went out into the street. For me was a flight engineer Mikhail Stepanovich, Navigator Semyon Semyonovich and a new second pilot Dima.
In the Parking lot they were waiting for native Tu-154. The commander together with Dima stopped in front of the plane. I began to crawl to the aircraft (abbreviated SU). He is behind me, followed me. I told the newbie on what to look for when bypass of the armed forces in the first place. The young man listened very carefully, memorizing every aspect.
After the bypass of the sun we climbed aboard. I shook hands with our heavenly swallows. They were preparing the aircraft for passengers. He went to the cockpit and took his seat, and I stayed in the cabin, talking with an older stewardess, Nataliya.
Soon our conversation was interrupted by one of the flight attendants Oksana.
- Natalya Nikolaevna! – cried the girl. – Driven!
- So, everything in its place! – Dispose Of Natalia. – Smile! Passengers are tense. – Gave the order to teenage girls.
I returned to the cockpit and sat in the chair. Looked at men and thought "Excellent crew!". We started a basic check of the onboard systems.
- Pressure? – I asked.
Normal. – Said Stepanovich.
- Brakes? – asked the following question.
- Okay. – Said Stepanovich.
- All systems normal. – Reported to the flight engineer. – Doors, hatches sealed, keys and plugs on Board. He continued. – The plane ready to take off.
- Excellent! I replied.
At that moment a cab came Natalia. I looked at her. She was always cool and calm. Smiling she reported:
- Commander, - she said to me, the passengers strapped in, the doors are closed, we are ready for takeoff. – Graduated girl.
Okay. I replied.
Moscow - taxiing, - I said to the Manager, permission to taxi?
- Steering is allowed. – Said Manager. – Take the third to the fifth.
- Understand, to move the third to the fifth. I replied.
The plane began taxiing from the Parking lot on the taxiway (abbreviated RD) to Runway (RWY). I looked at Dima.
- Do not pull, do not pull – I controlled the guy. – Quietly.
Dima was overjoyed. His eyes shone with happiness that he flew the plane for takeoff.
- Engine mode takeoff! Commanded me.
- There is a mode takeoff! – confirmed flight engineer.
The plane began to move. The speed gradually increased. 200... 250 kilometers per hour, And finally, the nose of the Tupolev took off and began a meteoric rise. The guy was glued to the steering wheel, occasionally glancing at the dashboard.
Stepanovich also occasionally glanced at the young co-pilot. To fly from Moscow to Novosibirsk it was no joke. And behind about one hundred and fifty passengers. Someone is nervous, someone is talking with a neighbor.

The beginning of my sex books(I do not know if I work on it further)
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Our Time. Paris, 6:00 a.m., Friday.
Finally Friday, how long I waited for her, I kept telling myself, trying to get up.
I went into the bathroom not even zastelil the bed. After a 5 minute cleaning of my teeth, I finally came out of the bath, although it seemed to me that I stayed there for an hour.
I made myself a quick Breakfast - poured in a bowl of cereal and poured the milk. I didn't really like this cereal, but what can you do, time to go to the store. My schedule was 9 hours a day, and to go to or from work I had 2 hours. Well I had to be at work at 8:10.

When I went outside, then met my friend whom I had not seen for 17 years.
– How many years, how many winters. Is that you Raoul? - greet me, my childhood friend.
Hey, Benedict, I wasn't expecting to see you here. How do you do? loudly I exclaimed.
– Satisfactorily. Recently the wife left and the divorce went to court and you know how much I need to pay a month in alimony? - sorry said Benedict.
– 100 euros in a strange voice I said.
– No! 380 Euro!!! And my salary is only 600 euros a month. I remains of some 220 euros - he said it's so sad that almost from his eyes, struck a tear.
I was very surprised, this amount of money, but I know that his wife was a bit crazy.
But the main thing that I wanted to tell you this... a small voice said Benedict.
What? - I said timidly to him.
– You won't betray me, no? I remember as a child when we were in school, did you nucleal on the wall of the toilet the inscription the headmaster's House? You just tell me about it said that you were Nakheel her, but I never betrayed the secret, and dumped all the blame on George, who was caught because he took a pen and went to this label. Then still on her no one knew, he came after you, and then the teacher came over. It then almost got kicked out of school. So I ask to send you one discovery that I made not so long ago, no one had to know but then you came along...
We looked at each other for a minute until finally I told him
I don't know - with discontent I replied.
– Please hear me out. But not here, here too dangerous, quiet voice replied Benedict.
Let's meet at 9 PM in the cafe LaBron at Paris 2. - even quieter said Benedict.
– I'll try to make it if you can't - sorry. sadly I replied.
Then we said goodbye and I walked to the bus stop. When I looked at my watch I almost fell. 7:51. In 19 minutes I have to be at work. Boss will kill me.
The bus came and began to trip to Dracula's castle...

Oleg Aztec
Immediately, the first paragraph of visible mistakes. Suggest to familiarize with the design of direct speech, involved and verbal participle phrases, and punctuation in General). Also too many pronouns. In any case, your initiative is worthy of respect. Improve, fill-in-hand and succeed! Good luck :)

Ezequiel
Thank you very much for such an objective opinion! Was waiting for this.

Excerpt from My life. My memories. This is a rough draft, I write when I have time. I must say that in two years I forgot all the rules of punctuation.
December 31, 1991, the day when it all started it was cold, whistling a Blizzard and it was snowing. I was born at 8:45 p.m., Tagilstroevskogo the hospital. Remember that day, when the midwives took me in his arms and said something like “What beautiful eyes this boy has!”. Further, I don't remember anything until about seven months.
In Anapa the first time I went in 1992, we took off from Koltsovo (Ekaterinburg), it was my first flight. Remember due to overuse I cried badly hurt snakes. When he arrived in Anapa, I got sick, acclimatization damn it..... In General, you could say that I was sick all my childhood, then meningitis, then sore throat, then zelenukha and whatever her name is, uh, chicken pox short. Constant agony, high temperature, migraine, ambulance, hospital ugh! just horror. Even the worst enemy would not wish. Remember, as I lay in the infectious diseases hospital, then was seriously ill, like with meningitis, I had some kind of procedure, I don't know what it is, but Oh well, anyway, I was laying on a cold metal table to the side of the nurses bent me, I was curled up like a hedgehog, but without the needles, holding me very tightly and stuck me in the spine a large syringe, so I yelled in pain and twitched, well I was small then and did not know Mat, so would I do all there nearby first be coated 300T storey Mat, and then would send them all in one lovely place. Okay, later I will return to this topic.
Talk a little about my favorite places and will gradually return to the theme of childhood.
I lived in the Dzerzhinsk region, locals call it the Lining, as there is the world's largest Corporation, during the second world war it built the world famous T-34ki, outside of Dawn's house 36-114 why these numbers constantly haunt me. This apartment for me, I spent more time than anywhere else best moments of my life are connected with it, but not only the best, there is a mysterious and mystical, for example, when at us in the hallway hung the antlers, even though they seem and now hanging there, usually it was dark, me there like a magnet was pulling when I was there and was looking at these horns, they immediately began to talk to me, so terrible in a low voice, I do not remember what they told me, but I ran out to the living room, jumped on the carpet, and crawled towards the round table and hid under it. Now I remember it ...I don't know what it was, clearly not a hallucination, maybe it was my grandfather or someone older... there was a couple of mystical cases the type of a black cat deceased before my birth and guardian angel saved me from falling from heights.
To this apartment I was so used to, that would decades later, blindfolded , to find the entrance, enter it, climb to the nth floor, go up to her, put a hand to the door, with tears and a smile to say, “God! I'm home...”. The apartment is a standard layout, small hallway, small room, Seating for 20 and a large kitchen. I kept thinking about how I can't wait to be home, wherever I was, in kindergarten, at school, fishing with friends on the street, in hospital or in the gym, just the house. I have always tried as soon as possible to come home when my parents picked me up from kindergarten, I always walked ahead of them, but not in the winter, at this time I either lay in the snow, or went mad in the sleigh; about fishing generally silent; hmmm.. in school!.. To high school like a rocket after school flew up the stairs to the closet or come to the office, where we usually threw off the outer clothing in the wardrobe and quickly put on his jacket, flew out of the school and pleased with the quick step was going home. Not always of course, it happened, but all the same in most cases. In art school all laugh... I always quickly did the work go according to plan and quickly wrote a still-life, drawing graphics and doing other stuff, like tapestries and sculptures, and again with a happy face ran home. When I came home, I was just in seventh heaven... this delicious aroma from the kitchen wafting to my room where I could relax and nobody could have disturbed my sofa, where I was to lie down, to think, to do homework, read books... and sex. At home, I have found peace of mind, some confidence, not thinking about the bad, in short, was happy.
We had a garden on the Fox mountain is almost in the center of the Tagil, Lisogorsky, so to speak patrimony, the fondest memories I have associated with this place. I remember when I was little, was constantly playing there, they built huts, climbed in the thickets of raspberries and presented it to the jungle, running through the beds, looking for treasures; there grew a large Apple tree and a giant birch with a height of seven floors, planted by my grandmother all the time they'd built houses, hung bungee, quietly climbed on top and sat for a very long time was sitting there, from a height looked at the garden, the old'yanka, the Church and the quarry, I loved it, perhaps since I began attentively to observe and enjoy nature.

Sobsna is in contact in the group of Anti... with carricature images mestnogo people... and one person wrote a couple of these things, but since your post here, and I will also do it.

AK or a utopia of market socialism.

...And maybe the best form of government for a free economy could be something like joint stock companies, where the degree of influence on decision-making would not vote, and shares of ownership!
Thank You so much! Just a reminder, today our guest was doctor of economic Sciences, head of the Department of social Sciences muhosranske state technical University Alexander Karlovich Bulanov. And now briefly about the main events in...

Sleepy Arthur turned off the TV, annoying him more, perhaps, than chronic lack of sleep and slightly buzzing head after yesterday's gatherings on the flat from an old friend. Throwing gently to the side remote from zomboyaschika, Arthur finally forced myself to get up from the couch, although disliked being pushed around and do anything you dictate, even if the dictator and the "object" of the dictatorship was identical in his face. He knew that not he is a dictator, namely... life, or rather the circumstances which were pointed out to him what to do and how to be, while "opposition forces" his mind has taken refuge in his Hobbies, the music was his outlet, as well as "turneth holivar", where he destroyed the evil agents of life-dictator, who is currently ordered to go to meet him with one of little interest at the time for Arthur person with whom he had to meet the will of fate, played against him. After Breakfast, Arthur had put in the bag a little bit of money, drive unit, Machine Head and other things necessary-unnecessary junk and went.
Arthur Kalinin not so long ago he shared the same views on life as his mate and, by and large, that's what brought him in near a student with him. But seeing that beautiful picture of the philosophy of the successful person and faith in the light now, not always, not always consistent with his life situation, and feeling the uncertainty of the current days Arthur began to reconcile with each other only memories of the past of student Affairs and musical tastes. On the way to the meeting place him and then came across the remnants of the old regime, the stark legacy is not the beloved building, which is largely fueled by "religious feeling", a commitment to the philosophy of success, but not at this moment because he felt something in common with that heritage, like a kind of "restless intellectuals among the people", but not in the revolutionary crowd and the gray mass of slaves of despair, and instead of ardent ideas – banal bytovuha.

Finally, at the appointed place Arthur saw coming to meet him buddy, defiantly assistiveware some familiar melody, it seems from the repertoire of Fred Durst.
- Hey, man! How was the trip? – asked Arthur.
- Nothing rules. Come on, we'll move to a place that she is here right around the corner from there and talk about all the chaos.
- Good, only to drink a lot won't, and then, like last time caught your boss... and a second chance may not be.
- no problem, buddy!
Well, here we are. How do you like the place? Like something better?
Yeah, not bad. Sessions here will not hold, but you can sit smiling, replied Arthur. – By the way, Lech, I brought you here drive, before I forget, take this.
- Ah, Machine Head. Good grupper however. It was like a couple of years ago at their concert when they came to Moscow. "Interesno, interesno"!

After discussing the concept, concocted in the spirit of Vavilen Tatar, invited Arthur for the company, which employs Alex, the two friends started to talk about bread. However, Alex in such conversations always went "from private to General," and all retold many times "album of memories" ended with a lecture about the beauty and harmony of the world existential competition, about the inferiority of etatism-interventionism, etc, that sometimes caused some bewilderment from Arthur. However, as Alexey praise the triumph of freedom often coincided and was "simvoliziruet" criticism of the abominations of totalitarianism, Arthur tolerably endured all the "schools" in the monologues of his friend. When faith in the righteousness of liberal values in the interpretation of Ms. Rand was shaken, and then finally overthrown, Arthur tried sometimes to argue with Alex, but when I started to understand that there are no objections, except the twists and turns of life and circumstances, will not break faith in the immutable truth of the worldview of the other, retreated and tried to steer the conversation in a different direction, at least in the direction of the same vilification of the totalitarian regime of all stripes.

- You heard on TV today a speech Bulanova? It's a brilliant idea, which could contribute to the establishment of a fair democracy, not the dictatorship that is the essence of statistical majority!
But in fact, this will lead to banal oligarchy smiling, said Arthur.
- Come on! Imagine this: despite the fact that all the bums vote for the crooks, the real power they will have never, plus all sorts of scoops-leftists additional barriers.
- But not all leftists are scoops, more...
- Come on! – snapped him Alex - the Bolsheviks, too, and scoops were not, but what they have brought to the country?! Every leftist rabble – potential scoops. It is a pity, that Pinochet was not: here's the juice now their legacy, all these filthy corrupt ex-nomenklatura kgbshniki and filth. I would love to dumped, only the father is now a problem with the firm, so the "tractor" breaks off. Well, my salary is only at the club to hang out. You, by the way, how? Free at the weekend?
Free, but you know I don't like club music. And, besides, my "unearned" income only grub enough. Well, tyrnet to pay, unless.
- Speaking of work, here you really want this beggar to submit to the chief? I mean in form, because the content is good. He's very meticulous, requires all gently was, without any decorations. So the piercing had to take off.
- What about freedom, Lech?! Give you the job! Well, why ruin the youth on some asshole?
- Yeah, he just adapted to the modern realities of the scoop. From the stalls started. They say that even were solntsevsky, but only because of some trouble left to us in Peter. And ex-KGB classmate helped. Don't know if this is true, but the rumor goes Well, nothing here will improve things – 'm out of here. Well, the thing is open, so as not dusty and without the pale.
I don't know what myself, got sick to go to work for him.
But where would you even now find work, the humanist you ours? And then, maybe, he will do business, if s/n not going to waste.
I don't want this business of yours, what for it to me surrendered?

- Every person – businessman, just someone successful, and someone – no. If you continue passively to accept the reality – you will be always in flight and do not try the main cream of life, the nectar. Freedom! It is freedom! Most importantly, I'll repeat once again – properly allocate your time and not waste it in vain for there are all sorts of stupid theories that have no relationship to life. Here, explain why you're reading this Marx? Well, what the hell do you need to clutter your head with all this nonsense produced by all sorts of clever underdogs, one of whom could be you, if you continue to live, if will not risk in the name of freedom, to you, in the end, rewarded. Are you a loser or something? I'm with you... first year know! That's why you left work in the phone? Yes, dusty job, but it would be somewhere to settle, for example in fast food. Or just going freelance to move? To University to get? But this is inefficient allocation of the time resource, and besides head to go there – the lot of a scoop of neudachnika. You need it? The main thing – to collect any to start a business. Well, shares to buy a little to insure that if something goes wrong. Finally, the Bank deposits do. Understand the crisis, but what to do? Need to turn around, then to live only in a rush.
- When? Years fifty to seventy?
- Come on! More optimism! I'm telling you, as soon as the business goes, so once it will be easier. In any case, it is better than here and so to be interrupted from place to place, and even paw sucking is what you're doing. And when income is more or less stable, then we can devote time to interesting cases, the casino to go, for example. You know, when you live by inertia, in shovels, of course no buzz will not. Well, you're going from paycheck to paycheck, what about your family, in the end? Surely it's not a shame to you, to your children to live in the Khrushchev? Well, will you be his "correspondence of Engels with the devil" to read, well, the country will go to your cabin, so what? Is this the freedom?! No, real freedom is to dispose of the property as efficiently as possible, maximizing profits and minimizing time and effort. Real freedom is when you're going on your own "Bentley" somewhere in Las Vegas, knowing that I can squander a few thousand... no, a few hundred thousand bucks, and your work is not shaken. And even if shaken, that in fact "life without risk, like food without salt", as the classic. Prostitute or expensive to remove, but better – a few to have some fun. And you have, I suppose, without a friend so 9 months?
- Two years – with a sad smile sighed Arthur

- Well! And you say freedom, freedom. Real freedom is...
Of simvoliku, you're fired! – snapped the voice entered to the cafe chef, interrupted the passionate speech of Alex, giving a slight degree of fresh beer and pathos of a young Bolshevik agitator, intoxicated by the glamour and decay of the present.
- But we are only on the Cup, Nikolai Vissarionovich! said in his defense, Alex.
I don't care how much you drink, slacker. Tie you have a strange... idiotic, I would say.
But I like this every day...
- No talk, all, apply yourself, meet me in the office.
- But Nikolai Vissarionovich! Well, Mr. Chaliapin, well, maybe still... continued to lament Simvoliku, catching up with the outgoing chief, before the next "session of licking" shining shoes.

Arthur went after Alex and his boss to the building where was located the office of Nikolai, but the way he increasingly doubted whether it is necessary to contact the "Secretary General", even more so to get under the hot hand. Still, he continued on his way, watching the familiar picture, which, in General, despite the hostility, the look was very interesting. Once the travelers reached the building of the company, the chief stopped, looked at a few bewildered Arthur and said sharply:
- What have you got for me?
- Yes, in fact, nothing special – said Arthur
- Come on, what were you going to bring.
Arthur handed him some handwritten notebook sheets, but the "prophecy" Alexei was not fulfilled, and the chief took them without "excesses".
Well, well... Tomorrow at eight in the morning waiting for you here.
But maybe...
- Ask without delay.
Behind the chief went into the building, and whispered something in the ear of the guard. Alex had followed him, but the guard blocked the path.

- But excuse me, Pavel? – asked the astonished Alex – I have to go to the office!
- Mr. Stalin ordered not to let anyone replied the guard, which resembled a sort of James bond of the Orthodox-white manner.
- Clear – angrily said Alex.
- Lech, will you! Let's go back to the cafe? said Arthur, patting annoyed friend on the back.
- No... you go... I'm home. You still get the drive. I'll listen to.
Well, OK, not a question. You are... call me if anything happens.
- NP. Yet.

Thinking of what just happened, Arthur slowly walked to a cafe where a few minutes ago he was hoping to finally find a job that would not take a lot of effort where it could invest the remainder of its creative energy. The urban landscape was full of all sorts of gray with bright Windows and blank faces floating around Kalinin, and chatter, empty talk spoiled and already smelling of car fumes in the air. May the wonderful weather and spring sunshine, the cackle of drunk surovek and staggering drunk bum... "Spring is coming! Spring – road!".
Back in the café, Arthur decided to go on the same table where he a few minutes ago they talked to him, but there were already two of some musicwatch desisexyboy year "twenty ASMI" - the first and 23 the second They nibbled peanuts and drank for free Russia.

- Well, Sergei. How are our grandparents fought! Here and now so all these filthy commies intermittently!
- Come on, Zhorik, they go and have all died out.
- And, thank God! But if God forbid this red Hydra will rise from the hell once again, we bare bayonets and driving it back to the underworld.
You speak the truth, Zhorik! Well, common will!
- Russia For Free!
- For Holy Russia!
- Yes, we would turn back time and everything would be the current Russian people to go to the army of Kolchak! Or return him here so he finished off today!
It would be nice. As you heard, there's a monarchist-Communist Union formed?
- What?! Until then only reach any aspiring fanatics. Well, no, they're just nailed to the pillory of history. A monarch is... well, what is a monarch? A weakling he was. That's right, that his Russian patriots shifted! His Bolshevik would have gobbled up the guts.
- Tell me about it...
- Well, come on now let's drink to Russian patriots: for Pyotr Nikolayevich Wrangel, Anton Denikin, Pyotr Nikolayevich Krasnov...
Stop, but in the past I will not drink – he betrayed Russia.
- What are you talking about, Serge? Do you answer for the market?
- Just someone who respectul Hitler – the enemy of the Russian people! Krasnov betrayed Russia.
- Come to your senses! Do you think that the Soviets – Russia?
- Well, I...
- Come on! The Bolsheviks betrayed Russia, and, consequently, those who followed them are also traitors! The main fault of the Communists - not so much their actions as their existence.
Well, maybe you're right. Well, God bless him. Well, for the Russian patriots?
For patriots of a free Russia, for the fighters against Bolshevism!
- Hurray!
- Yakovenko!
- Hoarse! So, where are we headed?
- As usual, in "the Blue lagoon"!
- OK, let's go.

Tightening "Lieutenant Golitsyn" the couple went to the exit.
After the patriots left the table, Arthur noticed a man sitting in the corner of the man whose face was not visible because of the volume of "Capital", which buried the stranger.

- Excuse me, aren't you a Marxist? asked tipsy Kalinin, who usually did not try to make new friends, but the question is somehow "off" himself.
- No, but the more I get acquainted with the works of Marx, the more him respect.
- Just don't be old-fashioned Marxist. It all hurts will seem dark and "parasites" around too much will.
- Not a question, but recognition of an eminent philosopher Marx and the recognition of his the last prophet of Truth - not one and the same.
Yes, totally agree. Let me introduce myself, Kalinin Arthur.
- Very nice, Aynur ravilevich Garifullin. What do you do for a living?
- Yes, here and there, work slowly. But most of all, love the creativity. And you?
I study at St. Petersburg state University of economic. What kind of work interests you?
Music. Metal music. Here not long ago listened to a new "album" Machine Head, if you are interested – here you go.
Thank you, heard something about it. But I myself like to play.
- What are you playing?
- Yes, a little bit of everything, but alternative mostly. Well and modern metal too, sometimes. But I'm going to create a group, I need a bassist, with the drummer agreed. A few yeas spent in my garage.
Yeah, I tried to learn bass, but somehow boring.
But still, if you want, you can come in on a turnip.
Many thanks, will certainly try to visit. Haven't listened to live.

So Arthur chatted with new friends until late in the evening on the "sad cases," politics and philosophy, not thinking about that will order the life-dictator, because you can live in society and be free from it at least internally, because this is probably the only life elixir, not giving Kalinin become a regular "robot", "professional idiot", which have become or are becoming many of his buddies. Or, perhaps, law was Liana Bendukidze is his penfriend living in the United States, and there is real capitalism with Paradise kuschami and welfare, under which no native of the Kingdom of a dying civilization? I think it remains to be seen how Arthur and maybe the vine. However, they know better and "we have nothing to watch."

-... Thus, we can safely say that such an operation category of society is the manifestation of the error of hypostatizations abstract entity, not a subject.

Thank You so much! Just a reminder, today our guest was the candidate of philosophical Sciences Leonard Bertranou Nikonorov. And coming up next...

The clock was half past eleven and there was no need to rush anywhere. Arthur gently threw the remote aside and went to the kitchen, "to heal" slightly buzzing head. So began another morning apolitical.

Don't know what to call the story...

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Early in the morning. Lazily tossing the blanket and cleared her eyes with the remnants of sleep, I went to the window and opened curtained at night curtains. Before my eyes opened a beautiful picture: the sun is shining, somewhere the wind swaying the tops of the trees slowly go to work people.
I closed my eyes again. And again in the minds of a nightmare. My childhood fear. I see the city empty. Absolutely. Dead trees, deserted streets, abandoned houses – an abstract painting makes a heart skip a beat. In a few minutes, everything disappears and I return to my usual world.
Fully assembled, I went out of the house. I worked at one of the schools of our wonderful city. I loved Hiking, always go early and leisurely walk to work. My road lies through the square, which flaunts our cultural center – a recreation center "Energetik", then through the yards of residential buildings in my district, and then work. The square is lined with paving slabs and is densely planted with grass. Here adorn several monuments and sculptures. It is surprising that people know how to create.
I work in a school №12 which is located on Lenin street at number sixteen. Dear school, I want to tell you. I have been teaching in the elementary grades, which makes me more proud of this place. Because kids are so good!
I walk into the building, gaze falls on the stands with all sorts of ads. I walk to the office, leave there stuff, take what I need and go to your first lesson. Math. All these fussy and bustling small men this morning, very happy to see me. I sit down at the table, welcome them and allow to sit. But that's a shame, I only had a second to close my eyes, and again these chilling horror filled my mind.
I see this school, but empty: a broken bookshelf, dried plants, overturned desks, chairs and cabinets, cleared the booths and posters – and most importantly it is all overgrown with grass and apparently has long had a relationship to people. I flinched from the rush of emotions, and it helped me come to mind...
All day, in spite of futile attempts to get rid of these thoughts, I walked through school like a Ghost, had all to again, to redo everything. Picture this horror resonated with reality. Sometimes I even did not know where reality and where only the game of the subconscious.
By the end of the day got better... I almost forgot about all these nightmares and were happily discuss upcoming events: the meeting of students with veterans, a trip to the factory "Jupiter", movies, educational movies, and more. I'm sure the students will Blagodarny.
I said goodbye to the Director and went out on the porch. At the stadium the children were playing. I didn't notice what they played, but they were clearly having fun. Someone of the guys saw me, and loudly shouted my name and greeting. At that moment I was again gripped by oblivion: abandoned stadium, overgrown with weeds and even small trees, right under my feet lay someone's forgotten the ball somewhere close to lay something like a piece of clothing... And, no, it's okay, children playing.
This is too much!
I decided to go home on the bus. At the bus stop were a lot of people. Now all of us were United by the desire to quickly and comfortably get home. Then a bus arrived. The crowd, with inherent only to a large crowd of people anxiety filled all the seats, and I had to ride standing up. The bus moved off. I glared through a glass darkly in flickering streets and houses. Family what they have meant to me!
Finally seemed to stop. As soon as the bus stopped, like a race everyone tried to get out of it. I was the last one. Slowly, I went to the kiosk and bought a brand new package of "Neva" and a bottle of brandy. Home hand. Take the lift to your floor, I began to frantically search for the keys The key was in his pants pocket.
I walked into an empty apartment and immediately turned on the TV to create the illusion of someone's presence, and to silence the flow of thoughts inside me. I went to the balcony to smoke. Rings and clouds of smoke swirled around me, forming strange shapes. Then I went back to the kitchen and poured himself a brandy. Volley after drinking two glasses, I felt and reality, and illusion leaves me. There was only bliss, peculiar man who took a small dose of alcohol. I liked it. I lay down on the bed and did not even notice as she fell asleep...
...What happened to me in the future, I will describe briefly. I was offered a job abroad, namely in East Germany. I gladly agreed. School and College knowledge of German is allowed to easily overcome the language barrier and adapt to life there. I fully absorbed a new, unfamiliar world with marvelous libraries, museums, monuments and, of course, no less nice than at home, kids. At the time the accident occurred at the Chernobyl nuclear power plant, which, in General, shocked the world. I called my relatives living in Pripyat and the surrounding area, and found out that they are going to evacuate. I tried to call them a week later, but any attempts were futile.
And so, one fine day, walking along the promenade of Frankfurt-on-Oder, I met an old friend who previously lived with me at home. We got to talking about our lives, spending the rest of the day at a local cafe. He said there was something more terrible than a temporary evacuation, and we decided together to go there on the weekends. I returned to myself, but I was constantly troubled by sad thoughts. I thought again of my nightmares, but have not seen them so clearly.
...And here we were at the entrance to the city. Such silence I've never had more to hear. What's there to hear it! It was a crazy silence felt every cell in his body, every nerve! I slowly moved through the streets that were so familiar and so... alive! Before my eyes again was my childhood, long forgotten nightmares. But damn, they come true. Cruel, ruthless reality.
I passed on the street, where he lived before, Nemea from what now appeared to my eyes. A friend of mine in a less critical condition than I was off somewhere, having to meet me in half an hour at the main entrance to the city. I walked silently along the sidewalk looking around. Despite the fact that I knew these places like the back of their hand, they seemed to have others. Yes, it is! They have become strangers. So it was unpleasant to consider scattered by the wind and the hurrying people of things: Newspapers, magazines, boxes, clothes - but I couldn't look away from it all. I don't know why, but I greedily memorized every inch of this place, who was just able to grasp even such small details like crumbling from the weather the paint on the walls, fragments of bricks in the street. Yes, the weather has contributed to the landscape of this city.
Finally I got to my house. Rather to the building, which in the past was considered my home. I decided that since that time, the design is not managed to weaken and suffer greatly, and without thinking, I climbed to the top floor where there was my apartment. There is little that has changed, except that there was a thick layer of dust, cobwebs and oblezshie Wallpaper. I went to the kitchen, and then I shuddered. On the table I saw a package from "Neva". Lifting it from the table, I looked inside the package. There was still one cigarette. I was overcome with a strong desire right now to take it and smoke, but I Strood resist. Mentally, I convinced myself that this is not worth it, and hurriedly left the apartment. Walking down the stairs, I thought: how many more of these things I can find which will gradually revive my memory and cause me pain? I didn't mean to answer this question. At that moment I wanted to run away as far and as fast as possible to stop feeling this. Or rather what I then felt, as I may say de ja vu, nostalgia, fear...
A little after sitting on the bench near his home, former home, I glanced at the time. Immediately got up and ran to the exit. Get hurry to the meeting place, I saw his friend. The expression on his face was not as shocked as mine, but still endlessly grieving. I quietly asked him to get out of this town, and he silently agreed.
I returned to the GDR, which is not surprising. After all, the house I now did not hold. A full immersion in the work allowed me to forget about going Home and to survive all that I saw there. But still, it is not uncommon in the evening I pull out a pack of cigarettes, and thoughts once again filled with a string of fuzzy pictures...

Christmas in the forest, I heard a deafening smell of Christmas trees.
And it is here,in the lap of the majestic frozen in the grip of winter sleep of nature,away from human eyes,they roll a snowman by inserting him a carrot and a couple of bug-eyed apples. Should have seen that emigrated from these cold hungry wild rabbits... They would have waited when everything dies down and... night was falling...

This book started writing not so long ago. I write not for myself but in General for everyone! Prepared for edition. Was first half of the book, now scarce remains of the incredibly evil virus. But the good is that I was able to recover at least some part of the work and continue to write on with a new idea.
Someone says that the gift(talent) of the writer comes from above, from God. In General, the profession of a writer shrouded in an aura of shadows and mystery. If you say so themselves writers, that you see on TV, then don't you believe these cowardly not good people. About the Muse arrived and gave Balde education middle of the night the sleeper is already theoretical the winner of the Nobel. It's all a lie, a writer can be anyone.
I'm going with the lowest level and climb up right to Pro status. Hone literary techniques and learn new ones. Just here has created such a section, why not just put a piece of your creation. By the way, maybe there is somewhere error and weeds that spoil the offer. There is no time to clean up.
Write about the idea, because it's a piece of my work, because maybe you will not understand.
( The idea is... a Guy with a girl of our time, will end up in a world where the laws of physics important, and the laws of magic are even more important. Idea and idea and the whole plot thought out, not children and not banal. Everything is much more complicated than you think. And just because nothing happens...=) )

Spread is not all that is. If you like it, more will come. The annotation will change more under the plot. But so far.

CYCLE
The voice of doom
Book one: the Awakening

Abstract
What is dream and what is reality? Who can decide to put a border between them? Isn't life itself the most sleep, and the sleep Wake? How often do we see ourselves in the form of knights, wizards and other characters? Visions and dreams, so obvious and tangible, ordinary objects of everyday life life seemingly something else, not peculiar to modern civilization, what the lie and what is truth? Anyway, among all those who this subject, there is one, who is long overdue to Wake up from a long sleep.

Chapter 1

Dark, solid dark fabric, robocode emits angry growling like a dragon, sleepily stood up abruptly, banged his head on the ceiling of the cave. Out of the dark tunnel eerily reminiscent of the dark mouth of the cave, in the mountain or deep underground, rushing white light. The sounds and the growl grows blindingly bright light coming closer and closer, like tongues of white flame, caused by an evil will seek to break free.
Out of the tunnel with rapid speed burst on the subway, showering all the cool air smoothing over the heat of a summer day. The door invitingly opened. The people rushed in cars. Always dissatisfied with the grandmother grumbled about today's youth, she's pretty rough in the mouth and do not put a finger. Somewhere in the back of the car angrily shouted the old voice
– Fuck you, bitch! Feet tramped on! - in response to the voice of a young woman somewhere nearby – She was! Idiot the old!
- My dear, you're going to go or not, if not, then step aside and let pass the woman with reproach looked at the young man.
Yes, Yes, I'm sorry grandma, I septycal a bit – ”Damn it, it happens the same, seems every” young man, stepping quickly into the car, somehow squeezed into the crowd.
“Where he was poked or nautical? What a vulgar youth went to” Grandma without hesitation with an effort got into the car, squeezing themselves about three people xplosiv those.
- Where to climb, old? Not see that there is no space?
Somewhere we need to be there and climb! – tailstock with even greater force choked disgruntled man from which he escaped a gasp and then a juicy curse.
The door was closed. The train started to gain speed, cornering someone swerved to the side, and who is so tapered at the Windows or the walls of the car literally smeared on them. Grumble, stuffiness and stale air saturation was angry and frustrating the peaceful sheep of society. A young boy who entered to the grandmother in the car, staring out the window of the car, quickly barrel patterned walls of the tunnel. He looked better, the patterns followed each other very quickly. Horses, people, strange pictures like pages of books, succeeded one another. Every pronouces pattern, there are two small glow-worm of red. The pupils looked angrily and demanding. Huge animal face with horns erased all the patterns and replaced the entire review. From the mouth pulled out the club dark red fire. The face came out of the walls seemed thick neck, which resembles a trunk of a small oak. The guy with surprise in his eyes and in horror looked at the monster and on and on trying to squeeze into the crowd. The face of the man-beast turned an angry color, on the neck, swollen veins, near the beast appeared hand hooked red, constricted veins, thick as a log.
-Your mother!!! – the guy turned away from the beast and tried to squeeze at least a centimeter into the crowd.
- So. I asked my mom not to remember, she was a Holy woman, and any who so remember, get off me! a woman standing next to a clearly nervous of all this hullabaloo and situation and she really wanted to splash out well, at least someone in the accumulated anger and discontent.
The guy looked at the red demon and looked around at the others, but no one noticed. Beast looking the victim in the eye, swinging a paw at the car, disappeared. One huge face was replaced by a set of persons, very unhappy and tired. The door invitingly opened, the car quickly swept fresh air. The guy jumped out, almost fell out of the car with an eye on the back of the train in the darkness of the tunnel. People walked by, looked at the young man, who thought that the addict went nuts, one of the young men spared, thinking that kicked off the wagon, but they are strong and are going to show everyone this vile har as to offend the young and weak. Although the appearance of the kid will not say that it is absolutely weak. Quickly getting up he headed for the escalator.
“- The hell with him. Peshochkom walk. Still not in a hurry. Yes, your mother! What the hell is happening to me, I'm not on drugs and don't smoke any shit, don't smoke!”
Outside, he breathed in a full chest. The sun dropped below the horizon, the air temperature declined slightly. Alexander getting out of the metro area walked closer to Ilim home. Broad shoulders, medium height, strong face and view, slightly pointed cheekbones, the face handsome. Black long hair not neatly combed diagonally. Blue summer jeans, so well accentuates blue eyes and a white tight t-shirt. Somehow reaching home, opened the door and burst into their two-bedroom apartment, he left his parents. The apartment is not very neat, scattered socks, pants and shirt, and failed moves to the wardrobe. The kitchen is spacious, with a large refrigerator to the left of the window. Opening the fridge, Alexander found a stick of sausage, a loaf of bread and two bottles of beer. Expelling a 'Hmph' for this reason that there is no need to have such a refrigerator, to put so little food. A hastily prepared a couple of sandwiches, headed to the room. Alexander lay down on the sofa and began to change channels. One of them was telecast live from the state Duma Zhirinovsky again who knows what, rested all argued, simultaneously shitting on everyone and ablaeva them all. Seen in the toilet, he by and large never walks, laid out straight to work. Poor deputies remains only to wipe the faces with handkerchiefs, or laugh, or even from anything.
The next channel was a children's program, an overview of the new cartoons, and when some will go on rent. On the other side, some wealthy fat man in a huge house, probably a cottage, Fucks his maid. – What is wrong with you already, baby the time has not yet ended, and they have porn in full twist! Then the parents are surprised their small children why they are vulgar and depraved. Of course, if my child loginsys to bed, went to bed thinking ”what will happen to poor Nemo? Will come to him daddy or not?” they fall asleep quite well, with other thoughts. – Having finished the last sandwich, Alexander turned off the TV and stretched out at full length on the sofa. Already falling asleep, the phone rang, the old melody group Aria – careless angel slipped from quiet to loud sound. The cell phone displayed the name of Sergei.
Grey, what's the matter?
- Alex, do you? Haha! I didn't recognize, exactly the rich will soon become. Here we have a party tonight, the whole group is going, are you going or not? Come on, there are so many girls asked about you, you show or not. Come out to glory! Yes, and you will shatter, and that you're some kind of plague.
- A-Ah.. damn. Alex rubbed his forehead with his hand and sighed wearily replied Yeah, I forgot that Vika b-day planned.
- Al, let's not sleep on it, Vika was asking about you too, hints of course, but you know what they are, these women! And asked him to convey that invites you to their holiday and really wants to see you. I promised her that you would. So because I'm such a beauty such a nice message gave, I owe you a bottle of beer.
Okay, whatever you meet I'll also make a pleasant. Give your shameless face bottle of beer. Actually Vika and I can not stand, she wants me there to make fun of once again?
- Do not drive! Remember how she smiled and how she at you then with adoring eyes looked when you talked yesterday.
- Lovers? So can only see a smiling shark on the tuna! Well, to hell with her... - yawn in full mouth, Alex looked up at the balcony, from the street came the sound of honking cars, barking dogs, by the way, she hinted, what for me waits? I do not know what to give.
- Well, well, well... as you always was special, ha ha, give her a bouquet of flowers, perfume can be expensive, well, even if you want a neat gold earrings or narrow gold ring.
- Maybe a Golden horseshoe she?
- Well, you're not quite – Sergei snorted to Compare a girl with a Mare!
- Well, you know, I actually thought her luck though in your words there is truth, there is.
- Hah! Tomorrow on the fifth floor. Place you know or recall? And about the gift she hinted at my girl, what to expect from a certain person, listing your signs of something special, so get ready!
- No, I know where. Thank you for reminding me and ruining my day. Yes, I'll think of something. Alex leaned on the back of the sofa.
- Hm, are you! Welcome, and what else friends are there? All waiting for tomorrow. Don't be late!
Alex pressing the small red button, put the phone away. A light, cool breeze wandered into the room, lured Alex to the balcony. The sun was down closer to the horizon, most of the clouds resembled a strip of hot metal, adding a crimson light. Alex looked down on the courtyard. The area of the yard as the mushroom white spots studded with machines. From the entrance came out Subotniki, as they were called Alex. Big fans to talk about what food to give a dog or which breed is best at this and that. Releasing their Pets to do their business, most dogs, certainly rushed headlong to the standing cars in the yard. Tirelessly with a happy face shitting on the wheel, recalled how they were almost run over by another tank, such cute and tiny. Alex remembered sluchivsheesya today in the subway. Six months he was not allowed to live a normal life like hallucinations. Some of them are so vivid and frightening that to pee in my pants only a matter of couple of seconds. Wearily sighing, Alex walked into the room. Rolled over on the bed, my head is repeating only one thought, not to forget tomorrow to buy something Vick, but prepare for something special. Some inner instinct told him, tomorrow will be a special day.

* * *

The road led into the unknown, Alex, not thinking about anything, has faithfully followed purpose. Right and left the darkness. At the top of the strange star, and stars do. Under my feet is cracking and something is split into small pieces. Alexander lowered his eyes. The road covered with gray dust and.. bones, many bones, not difficult to understand who they belong to. Another crock miserably collapsed under the heel. He can not go, he does not want. With each step, closer and closer to the goal. Along the trail you hear a long moan, resembling the moan of a giant happy after a hearty lunch.
“I'm not afraid, I feel no fear. You don't get the best of me, I'll pass along the death... ”
Cold, terrible cold. It enveloped flames burning cold, grey and dull. Blood run cold, the heart beats slower and the mind leaves the body and the soul...
Alex woke up instantly. Breathing learning, a cold sweat ran down his face in streams. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he with clarity
remembered the dream... the darkness, the voice of someone inside, so confident and strong. Belonging to himself, - What's happening to me?! - there was no answer.
From the balcony came the sound of dogs barking. The sun had not yet fully lit the room and the sound ezdousa machines, talked about the fact that it was noon.
After a shower somehow concocted my own Breakfast from a limited menu in the fridge, Alex got out of the apartment, not so safe.
All the walls of the staircase was purely informational, sometimes more than is written in the most popular Newspapers of the city. On one wall is adorned with the words in the address, some of Peter. Writing with love and with all your soul remembered it the exotic words. What Peter passing by, perhaps which day all is warmer and warmer from the attention. On the same wall just above written mobile phone. To the right of it tells Masha. 7th floor. Blowjob Classic 150 p 300 p The whole staircase a collection of declarations, explanations, and opinions. Where you can find out what he thinks and reflects in our country's youth.
Alex is the third time pressed the Elevator button. The car doors opened from the Elevator came a woman of twenty-eight to thirty years. Beautiful, not tall brunette with laughing eyes. Seeing Alex, invitingly smiled at him, strelnuvshi eyes, opened his mouth, but Alex beat her to it.
- Hello, Natalia.
The girl's face for a moment coated the sullen mask, but the facial features are smoothed, the face shone again with a smile.
- Bye! Sasha, how many times? Just call me Natasha. I'm not so old for you. Natalia smiled charmingly - Sash, I wanted to ask if you'll come to me tonight?
Surprised, Alex looked at her.
- Well, you know, I live alone, to talk not with anyone, with the whiskers don't, this cat only knows that shits and shits anywhere.
- I had a cat, a Pug called. Also squatted. Bastard. Here I have it over my shoulder and out the window.
Natasha from surprise's mouth fell open – What?!
- It's okay, I was joking. – Alex smiled
- A-a-a. I thought you really threw the poor animal out the window.
Alex snorted.
- Sasha, come to me, this coffee is so good I bought, let's sit and talk. – Natasha all shone like the sun in this dark stairwell. And her white smile could be the envy of any model with a white horse's teeth, advertising a new toothpaste.
- I'll try to probably watch nine or ten.
- Of course, of course! Don't worry, who is this baby always sleeping? All Sash. I'm waiting for you. – Once again smiled at him a dazzling smile. At this moment it hid the brown Elevator doors. Alex pressed the unit and an Elevator with a disgruntled rumbling went down. - With such a miracle Natalie is so good. Ahem, do not miss the chance to spend the evening. -
The sun stood at Zenith, rascala all and all, both figuratively and literally. People irritated very warm weather quickly hurried to finish my business and come home under air conditioning. Supermarket door obligingly opened. Alex looked about and wandered off to look for Department of fast food. The number of people in the store resembled a hive of bees. Many assumed a smart person thinking choosing products, and essentially hiding from the unbearable heat. Choosing a package with dumplings, which, though not inspired confidence that “yum” as written on the label, although Alex would have preferred to lick the fork or spoon and fingers in the event that either one or the other will not. Skeptical expelling a 'Hmph', he went further into the store in search of a good tea for Natasha, I do not like the taste of coffee. The light went out suddenly and unexpectedly, causing a massive ”Oh-h-h”. The store echoed angry voices, some seller was screaming at full throat on the temporary problem that will fix it. Alex looked at the intersection of the racks. The whole body has a kind of chill, on the back went down her spine, the hair on his neck stood up. Clearly sensing the danger, blaming himself for what was forgotten, and like a fool dissolved the ears. On one the electricity of surprise did not stop, the noise noisy people together sharply verse.
Alex turned around in panic, trying to choose the right direction to the exit. Everywhere is so dark, like on the shelves threw opaque veil. Came a muffled roar. Turning, Alex saw only quickly rushing to him, the blurry figure of something big. Instinct worked faster than the brain is inhibited. Alex ran since not ran never, passing someone down, jumping over shelves, small refrigerators. He had not heard in his address, angry shouts, and just evil and rhythmic rumbling behind and the clatter of claws on floor tiles. Upon surrender to the sound can be understood, the claws with a pencil knife. Alex realized that unsuccessfully chased a trap and can't find the exit. It was just a wag from side to side, not allowing to get the direct distance. The hideous creature screamed and hairpin turn newpixels standing in the vending machine, disappointedly growled and threw herself on the trail of the victim. The sounds realizing that the creature backward, and selecting the right path, and exactly where it seemed hotter, he rushed on the level forward. Again it is ticking and again the pursuer chasing his victim. The creature was getting closer and closer to Alex. He's already the place where the back loses its noble name, felt the breath of an angry beast. They went into the crowd to speak openly, as part of an icebreaker into thick layers of ice. Alex shove people in its path, some only silently opened their mouths. Behind the beast was ramming onlookers scattered like skittles in a bowling alley. Now he realized, growling angrily, following him is not a hallucination, not a joke of his brain and he may die. It is only quite close to his way passed the man with a silent scream on her face, relish valsassina in the rack with the banks.
Ahead through the darkness shone a thin strip of light. The crowd gathered at the door of the store and in panic tried to get out, even though they were open, nobody could get through. Panic seized the people.
- The Way!! It's chasing me!! To the side!! Alex tried to summon panicked uncontrolled crowd.
He didn't know if you can hear it and hoping for the final push, noticed a man with legs wide apart. Alex on the run sat down and his head slipped between her legs. As soon as the door of the supermarket behind us, he heard something that was so carefully hidden. The hustle and bustle, screams and tears, some words, to distinguish due to the large number of people is impossible. Alex ran away from a supermarket and turned to a new sound. The deafening sound of crackling and breaking bones, crowd at the door jumped inside and with the power knocked out. People scattered in different directions, like a rag doll. From the doorway of the store into the light with an arrow rushed the creature. The sun illuminated the frightening rearing up the needles in two long and thick in one hand. Face and mouth resembled a cross between a lion and a tiger, place the wool in appearance very durable, gray armor. Fangs flashed in the sun, and the beast vanished in the jump that separated him from the victim just a few feet.

The person at the top.

Lived in the old days people who wanted to gain Power. Whether in order to protect their loved ones, or yourself – is unknown now, but then he felt this need so strongly that he believed the desire for the Power inherent in the spirit. A long walk people through the world in search of the first, not so much the Force and in search of someone who would have helped him to acquire it. Many, he thought, knowing people asked the pilgrim about the subject of his quest, but had not received a sensible answer.
Once on the forest trail, he met an old monk. Hoping that old age is usually characterized and wisdom, a man approached him with a request to help him in the search. The monk listened to the stranger and led him. Long and arduous was their journey; at last they came to the foot of a huge mountain, whose top was hidden with fog, and seemed to have ascended to heaven. Monk said at the top of this mountain Man has such Power. Then the wanderer decided that the Man on top will be able to help him this Power to master. The monk was too old to accompany a traveler, so I had to rely on myself. He immediately rushed up in the hope that it will be able to reach the top and see that Person. But it soon became clear that the higher, the harder it gets the way. He climbed and climbed, but compelling steeper and became cliffs, and to grasp was that. Then the desire of man to gain Power began to fade, breaking the barriers of this huge mountain. As soon as the obstacles became harder and harder, he began to perceive each of them as something that cause him suffering. But he continued to climb. In the end, when the desire is completely extinguished, he fell down. Broken bones and flayed skin on the hands and feet convinced him of the futility of this path. When the wounds have healed, he thought, perhaps, the same Force is inside him, and, imagining himself a mountain and climbing up on it mentally, he can gain Power. Then the man sat down beside this mountain and set his sights inwards. However, he understood that he can't spend his life sitting at the mountain and contemplate your path. He was forced to stop to get food. Deciding that to pause was not so frequent, he decided to gather as much food as possible. And here gathered around everything that was unfit for food, which would be enough for a few months, he began to contemplate further, assuming that during this time he gets to the top. It's been three months, and now, it seemed, visible peak, and the same People on it, which caused great joy in the human heart, listreader its beautiful appearance. But the goal was still the distance that had to be overcome. Once he heard the sound of hooves. At first he tried not to pay attention to the noise, but the concern touched his heart. The alarm was not in vain, as he soon saw the riders: it was the robbers. Approaching, they saw the reserves, and decided to take them away from him. The man was not afraid, because I was inspired by the Man who seemed to be staring at him as his Disciple and Friend, and knew that the latter, in his heart, will fight through it. Contrary to expectations, the robbers was stronger, overcame him and took away all his stock. Imagine the disappointment of the student! He was upset not so much the loss of required reserves – already the loss is irreparable, but what People failed him, did not allow him to reach It, although he was so close. And then the man dawned on me: perhaps there was no Man, he saw his "true" vision, maybe the Man upstairs was not an imaginary but a real mountain? But the top she couldn't reach. Dejected, he just lay at the foot of this great natural formations, and began to wait, when hunger will kill him. But fortunately, I passed the old monk, and a gaunt man sadly told him of his failure. In the eyes of the old man shone with sympathy and understanding, he gave the poor a bag of roots to support and encourage people. However, he said, should not consider themselves deceived because the mountain still stood before him, just climbed man on the mountain. Had to make a choice: walk away, trying to forget everything that had happened, or to climb the mountain in search of the once cherished Power. Here, the prevailing consideration was that the person without the Power can't protect himself or others. That thought broke his opponent, who advocated to give up. People climbed the mountain again, but, not afraid of obstacles and related suffering. Once again had to face difficulties, broke it earlier, but now he climbed on. And as he stubbornly climbed up, not fearing obstacles suddenly felt his hands become stronger, but most importantly, the greater was his Spirit. And the more difficult was the obstacles, the stronger the man himself. And now, already losing track of time, he saw the top. Blinded by the happiness of knowing how close the goal, he climbed faster and faster. And the coveted top was reached. Oddly enough, no one there the man saw. Resurrected the desire to gain Power again and died. "Monk still lied to me!" - people thought, and followed the collapsed dream he decided to jump down. And suddenly he remembered the words of monk: "the Man at the top of this mountain has such Power". The second Man understood them correctly.

The path to the Zone.

The plane... the Panic... the Smoke under the wing... All remember the girl before the emergency landing. The flight attendants were buckled in their seats othing-is chanted. Through the screams of the passengers it was almost impossible to make out something.
- Everyone stay in their seats! – shouted one of the flight attendants.
Girl sitting with parents in the 8 series looked at the stewardess, then at the panicked passengers. Suddenly, from a panel located above the seats dropped oxygen masks. Grabbing one, the girl easily put her tightly pressed to his nose and mouth. In the next moment she didn't understand what was happening in the cabin. She was blinded by the flash of light...
After some time she woke up lying on the ground. Whole body ached in pain. Having made the effort, she rose to her feet and tried to scream, but the cry was stuck somewhere inside. The girl rushed to the wreckage trying to find the parents. But they were not. When she realized that surviving besides her left, she pressed her hands to face and began to cry.
Howling sirens of ambulances, fire, shouting people who saw what happened. The girl ran over a man, dressed in a medical gown. He long cried out something, but the girl didn't react to his words, she did not hear him.
A reason to live she couldn't see, so when the doctor released her, the girl walked aimlessly. Her thoughts were filled only one – the desire to die.
Easily find his house, she gathered her things in a backpack, was standing on the floor near the entrance and tightly closed the door, stepped over the threshold.A few days later, the girl came to the checkpoint of the Chernobyl zone of Alienation. Military, looking at the girl, did not stop her and silently missed. So the girl was in the Area.
Later that day a girl in the Area, it found some kind of Stalker.
- What are you doing here? – he asked, shaking the girl's shoulders.
The girl looked at the Stalker without any interest.
- But do not shake it Cayman! – shouted the second man.
- Who are you? – continued the interrogation Cayman.
The girl was silent. Since the crash occurred, the girl was silent and no one spoke.
How can there be? he asked, but she said nothing.
Having escaped from the hands of the guy, the girl went where his eyes looked. Without weapons, gear, she walked through the Area, thinking what will happen next.

PS do Not judge strictly... Memories... Can certainly polnyy nonsense, you decide.

The prologue of my story 2013: the War of the two worlds (as always, the prologues do the smallest):

War. What a simple and what kind of value the word, to the bone, regardless of the method of pronunciation. Every day is a war. In different parts of the world people are dying. Terrorist attacks, armed conflicts, endless crime. Such a trivial enmity between people coming from the most bizarre and pointless causes to wars for freedom and justice.
Every day hundreds of people are dying who died at the hands of terrorists who died in the senseless conflict or who died in another accident. And if each victim to declare a moment of silence, then the world is in danger of falling silent for ever eternal.
People ceased to honor the memory of those who shed his blood in the cold war. Ceased to respect. It happened at this time... the War...
The third World does not become the limit to the cruelty of the human race, because it was only less that we could do ourselves.
"The Russian army launched a full-scale invasion of the territory of the United States..."
People died, killed soldiers. The city erased from the face of the earth in a matter of days, becoming battlefields or ranges for artillery fire.
"On the East Coast tonight there were a number of artillery attacks from the fleet. The number of casualties is being investigated, and the affected areas are evacuated"
Not realizing that people are doing with their world, they continued to destroy it. Continued to destroy each other, as if something unknown turned them on their fellow human beings, forcing us to tear each other to shreds, like dogs locked in a deadly fight.
"Parties may resort to the use of nuclear weapons in international conflict"
But the most crucial and critical moment when the nuclear missiles already shone under the light of the red emergency lights in the mines, there is something worse than human stupidity.
"Uh, Houston, a satellite spotted a group of small objects in space. Flying towards Earth, do you copy?"
Something that could start a war of the Millennium, and perhaps all of human history.
"They fall on the roofs of the houses! All the streets are filled with these capsules! I already sent shock troops"
Something had to worry about most.
"It's something, like... your mother! What the hell?! Open fire!"
The human imagination has no boundaries, but when a figment of his imagination comes to life at the person in the eyes and untied the bloodiest war since the Second World war, the world turned upside down, and opinions are changing. But the war... just after she changes...

Prologue
"Man will never learn to live in the world until we end the wars"
13th September, 2013.
23:20

Storm clouds, looming ominously over the ruins of Washington, warned about imminent heavy rainfall and perhaps a thunderstorm, but I'm now a little worried, and I bet the soldiers at the front. The weather the last few days were not the best. This was affected by the nuclear explosion, but, fortunately, it happened far away from this place, only slightly increasing the local background radiation. About weather forecasts I don't know anything, television and radio communication was knocked out three months ago, the beginning of the invasion, though, the radio still had to work, and that on the military frequency. In addition, most of these "clouds" were the smoke from the fires that engulfed the city for weeks or even months. Actually, now should be more or less light to fall in the evening, but all this smoke in the sky has contradicted almost the entire planet in eternal darkness. Or night. Whatever you like, not the point. After all, the last sunlight I saw on the basis of refugees, somewhere in Philadelphia... or later. So much time has passed.
The battlefield on the National Mall was illuminated with flashes of explosions, but due to the fact that we were in the trenches, I could not exactly tell what and where exploded. Most likely, this was a technique that was "lucky" to get under the line of fire, exploding artillery shells and grenades. The Washington monument, simple but massive monument that towered over the Park, battered by the war, but not yet broken. I could only envy that stability. On the other far side of the Park were the ruins of the Capitol. Domed roof had half fallen the day before yesterday demolished a bomber, which, changing the trajectory of the fall, fell at the door of the building, bringing down chunks of concrete. The whole fight scene reminded me of Fallout 3, but the game was pretty far from the truth.
The rays of searchlights cut the darkness, looking for aircraft in the sky. Flashes of anti-aircraft guns in the sky highlighted clouds, staining them a bright green color. The sky itself seemed to be so low that could fall on us, crushing and erasing from the face of the earth.
Frank, going ahead stopped suddenly, raising his hand and clenching his fist, telling me to stay put. I sat down at the left wall of the trench, waiting for what could trouble my friend. On the right and on top of that, rushed. Lumps of earth and mud fell on our heads a small, but torrential rain, while the fiery cloud, generated, most likely, the explosion of light infantry fighting vehicles, turned into black smoke reaching for the sky. One M1A2 "Abrams" appeared above the trenches, hovering above them (size doesn't allow him to fall into the trench). Tower turned off to the side of the Capitol. The gun went off. The deafening explosion that followed a moment later, left a loud ringing in my ears, turning into annoying to pain in the head squeak, but the hearing was slowly returning, and the huge engine of the tank was carried on, firing at his enemies with a sapper machine gun.

Making sure everything is in order (except for the fact that we are moving secretly in the midst of battle through a vast area of the National Mall), Frank gesture beckoned me to him. I leaned back from the wall and quickly polarised ran to him, crouching nearby.
Monument close, but guarded by his warriors, he took the belt of the binoculars, leaving the machine M16 hanging on the straps, and lifted him to eye level, examining a small piece of the security wall surrounding the monument, and the gate through it, the sides of which had two fortified bunker (one of them fired on the enemy infantry, while the second reloaded).— In the wall there is a hole. It is small, but through it you can crawl. Inside, you likely will have to fight to make his way into the complex, but the resistance will be insignificant, besides, all the forces busy fighting in the Alley
— The trenches are going to the wall?— I asked a clarifying question.— I would not want to break with the battle through the hordes of soldiers and the other side. Given the fact that we can break up artillery or armored vehicles.
— Have to run,— with some excitement he replied, as he lowered the binoculars and again took up his gun.— In the end, the difficulties would still not be avoided, then he turned and rapid step went on, not forgetting to duck.— Continue the path, look around.
We made the long trench, and turned left. Ahead I saw two Marines, shooting off to the side adjacent to the walk streets, hiding in the trench to reload. First stripped from the belt and a grenade, pulling the pin, threw it right where he shot his friend, but as soon as he put the grenade in free flight, as his chest is pierced by two bullets fired from the streets (although I haven't seen where the shot came from and could only assume). The soldier staggered back, leaned against the opposite wall of the trench and slowly slid down the right side.
Passed over us a burning attack, leaving behind him a trail of black smoke. A large mass of metal fell to the ground, lifting into the air a bunch of land. The aircraft continued to move, leaving behind a long ditch. Smoke continued to drag the body of the machine. In motion, the aircraft turned over; he heard metal grinding sound, deafen the DIN of the battle; one of the wings off the carcass and moved towards in a time like mutilated fragments pierced the wall of the first floor of the building on the side of the Alley.
Over the trenches ahead of flying infantry fighting vehicles, but unsuccessfully tucked the severed tower tank caused the car to turn over and roar to fall on the ground.
— Intercepted the warriors. Thanks to Anton— said I Frank.— However, there is a hodgepodge of voices. Unlucky officers from the headquarters. On, listen to what they say, Frank gave me a slightly broken-up radio. I already could hear the flow of the radio booming through the single speaker on the General military frequency. Taking the radio, I stopped and began to listen.
— ...with wings. We are kept, but the ammo is running out...
— ...to the Capitol! The situation is critical! We require immediate...
— move front. Formal suicide, I take people back...
— ...moving help, but SAM don't give the enemy helicopters to get in...
— ...welcome, welcome! Go to the assault, is required cover...
I returned the radio to Frank. He hung it on the belt, and we continued to sneak.
In polarised after another six minutes, we stopped near a protective wall protecting the Monument. A hole in one of them was visible from here and it could climb adult.
Frank got out of the trenches. We were behind the Monument, where the battle had not yet arrived, so to shoot at us yet, no one is going to. I got out of the trenches behind him, trying to keep weapons out of the hands in order to be in a state of alert. Frank had already removed the backpack, because it's him in the hole to climb like me, despite the fact that the backpack is lightweight.
After removing the load, he threw the backpack into the hole on the other side of the perimeter, and began to crawl inside himself. I waited until he would be on the other side, and threw his backpack in there. Then, clinging to the ground, I quickly began to crawl inside. We were on a small platform which served as a military as Parking for equipment, but all equipment, except the three tanks on the left and one to the right of the jeep, was on the battlefield.
Three helicopters flying over the battlefield, attracted my attention. All three flew toward the Monument, but, apparently, planned it to go around. But something bothered me.
...moving help, but SAM of the enemy do not allow the helicopter to sit down...— said someone from the soldiers. And my fears were confirmed.
From somewhere behind the buildings surrounding the Alley, he emerged two rockets, which quickly found its target and caught her in a matter of seconds. The first missile hit to the extreme right of the helicopter, tearing it apart. The blast blew the second missile shot down the second helicopter. The car swung in the direction of the last helicopter, the blades of their rotors touched, emitting a sea of sparks. Soon from the rotor of the second helicopter left only stumps. The car fell somewhere behind the walls, but soon her cab rammed them, having flown over the perimeter. The helicopter remained in the sky crashed in the middle of the Monument. A bright explosion scattered to the sides of the structural part of the monument, and the burning wreckage of the helicopter crashed outside the walls. The monument started to fail in our direction, falling apart, into pieces. Part of the monument below the middle left to stand still, but the tip risked to collapse on us a deadly hail.
— Back! BACK!— Cried Frank, but time was not on our side. A big piece of the Monument fell on the gas station, who first hid the protective wall. I don't have time to stand up as a huge explosion rocked the ground, knocking, and even pushing me to the side. I hit my head on the bumper of the jeep. In the eyes abruptly darkened, and his eyesight blurred, as if after a bright flash. I collapsed to the ground, and all of reality had vanished in the stream of pain...
"Because the war is not over, and death will continue, for such is the nature of man and our future"