The World of Multicellular. Oleg Seriy
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Название: The World of Multicellular
Автор: Oleg Seriy
Издательство: Издательские решения
Жанр: Приключения: прочее
isbn: 9785449330222
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I found myself again in that yard I saw before when I was standing in the street near the café intending to go to the bank. Now, finally, I was standing on the other side of the street. The way here appeared to be rather longer than I had expected. The portal…
The bank was deserted except me and a female cashier. What a strange bank – no people at all. I produced my banknote with the numbers on the backside. Unlike me, the woman seemed to be absolutely uninterested in my banknote. She peered to the numbers and then printed out the receipts for me and sent me back to the café. Shit! What a collapse in my mind! Even while being asleep I dream about the money and the books without my name on the cover… But this time I wasn’t asleep. This time I understood that dreams were reality and what I considered to be reality before was only a dream. And now I was in reality. And I felt hungry.
My cutlet with potatoes must have been waiting for me in the café. As I had already paid for my meal I was tryingto find the woman who had been telling me what I needed or her colleague whose money I hadn’t picked up but they couldn’t be seen anywhere. The café was full of other people. And I was hungry… Frowning, I came to the conclusion that they had conned me out of the money. It was quite a common occasion on the Earth among the Unicellular.
A bit later I realized that I was no more welcomed there. Even if they needed me, they definitely didn’t wantto see my 50 hryvnias, my receipts and my dull face… All this was absolutely superfluous for them, you see?! I started peering around and I couldn’t understand why everybody else was being served so cordially… Why did they all eat and drink what they wanted?! And then I understood. With time everything resumes its normal course. And everybody as well. Time cures everything. And I was also cured.
In that café everyone paid with smiles. Not with money as I was used to, not with plastic cards or even their fingers… There were no bills, no seals, no bill of ladings, no contracts and other papers which I knew perfectly well how to use. No individuals and legal bodies. «What am I doing there if I can’t use my knowledge in this place? Maybe someone is going to explain everything to me? Maybe money doesn’t mean anything? But then what means? What do they pay with here? With smiles? Then probably smiles are the most important thing here??? Or there is nothing important at all… Nothing left!» – I thought. Meanwhile, the clients were smiling and drinking and eating everything they wished… In this café everyone paid with smiles. What a weird place… But, probably, this place was in fact absolutely normal because they paid with smiles and it was me who was strange, who wanted to estimate everything in money… That day I wasn’t smiling…
I looked to my left, then to my right, up and down and diagonally. I looked also the other way round and then again diagonally. Nobody came up to me when I was looking diagonally for the last time. My legs began walking without my knowledge. I didn’t feel my head. Apparently, Shaitan was overtaking me again. And then the wings carried me upwards. Yes, it was so.
«Explain yourself! – I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, because I’m not myself, you see».
Lewis Carroll
Height lasted very long, probably because it had never even started. I was spinning in the swirls and then I saw Arbagadabra. I recognized him at once because it was written large on his face. Arbagadabra is a horned Angel with a large blue head and a tail.
– You have an inscription on your head, – I told him.
– You, too, – answered Arbagadabra.
– What do you mean? – I asked him.
– Well, just have a look at yourself.
– Then give me a mirror.
– You are already looking in it.
– I’m looking at a blue-headed beast with an inscription on the forehead.
– Exactly. That’s you.
– And who are you then?
– I’m your reflection.
– And is it usual for reflections to speak?
– It depends on what they reflect.
– Am I really the one you are talking about?
– Am I really the one you are talking about?
– Hey!
– Hey!
– Are you here?
– Are you here?
But there was no answer. The mirror stopped talking to me. Well, at least I found out that my real name was Arbagadabra. «And thank God, – I thought, – because I have already started reckoning that my name is Shaitan». «Thank Devil!» – he exclaimed and gave a thunder-like laugh.
Something budged in the corner and asked: «Give me some paper». I had no paper on me except the money so I gave it to the creature.
Thanks, – it said. – Shit, shit, SHIT! It’s filthy. You gave me dirty paper.
I gave you the money.
But they are filthy!
Filthy?! – Shaitan would have never said something of the kind. That’s probably the reason why we’re friends. We have common interests.
Well, have a look! – And the creature showed me his ass from behind a thick curtain. – Paper should be clean, you see?
I gave you the money! Have you wiped your ass with it?
Can you see this stain? – he pointed at his left buttock. – Can you see it?
Yes, I do, – I said suddenly realizing that I had no money any more.
Well, let’s go.
He grasped my hand and leaded me somewhere. Or rather, I flew after him because I still couldn’t see his face, just his hand and his ass. The rest parts of his body were dark. Ina while we saw an inscription «Universarium». We flew a bit nearer and I discerned the word «Eden». It was written in small letters. I would even say that the letters were tiny and hardly visible. But nevertheless I noticed them and was even able to read them. But then I heard Shaitan’s voice in my ears and saw him with my eyes. He was speaking again. I strained my ears.
They used to call me a liar so often. It was before I appeared here, in the world of the past… in the СКАЧАТЬ