Ascension. Saksaywaman. Shard of eternity. Alexander Zubkov

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СКАЧАТЬ you, – Matthew said as he got out of the car.

      He went up to the third floor and rang the doorbell. Linda did not keep him waiting long and opened the door with a radiant smile.

      – Good morning! Please come in, I'm almost ready.

      – You look just gorgeous, – Matthew marveled, kissing the girl's hand. – Well, you always do, don't you?

      – I have to hold your own with a man like you, – Linda laughed, blushing a little. – Sit down on the sofa. I'm almost ready.

      She waited until Linda had finished packing and then they walked to a waiting cab.

      – So, – Linda began after fifteen minutes, taking a seat at a table in the restaurant. – I'm so impatient.

      – Believe me, I'm in a hurry to share the information myself, – Matthew assured her, taking his seat across from her, – but let's order something to eat first, because we probably won't be able to eat properly today.

      – Sure, – Linda nodded, pushing the menu aside. – Just a glass of orange juice for me.

      – An extra order of shrimp and a pitcher of fresh orange juice, – Matvey turned to the waiting waiter.

      – Aren't you afraid to order like this, without warning, – Linda asked apprehensively. – I don't want to see you like last time.

      – Thank you for reminding me, Linda. I'm a frequent visitor here, and they know my cooking habits. Everything I order is seasoned only with salt, no seasoning, so there's no problem.

      – That's good, – she said with relief. – You haven't seen a doctor since then, have you?

      – They all say the same thing: either medication, or elimination of the foods to which I am allergic. I have eliminated foods, but nothing works against seasonal allergies, not even medication.

      Linda thought about it.

      – It was a pity, of course. So many healthy foods had to be excluded from the diet.

      – It's not so bad when you think about the attacks, – Matthew answered and smiled. – But let's not talk about sad a thing, that’s not why we came here.

      – Yes, I'm sorry, I just remembered our last trip to the restaurant.

      – Yes, it's sad to remember, – Matthew flinched a little. – But let's get to the point. I've been commissioned to investigate ancient structures in South America. There is no doubt that they are not natural creations. Definitely they were built by intelligent beings. Hence the emerging tasks. The first and most necessary are to find out their true age. When exactly were they built? That's what I need you for. The second is to determine their purpose, as well as to try to figure out the technology of their construction. Here I will work on my own, though I do not exclude the possibility that your clear mind can be of invaluable assistance in this matter.

      – South America…– she repeated thoughtfully, staring into space as if remembering something. – South America…

      – Something confusing? – Matthew became suspicious. – Please tell me you accept! I really need you in this expedition!

      – Confusing? – Linda livened up. – Yes it's the dream of any archaeologist. You yourself know very well how many secrets this mysterious land holds.

      – That's right, – affirmed Matthew. – And to solve them, you have to communicate closely with the local tribes, who have not yet broken the civilization.

      – Isn't that scary? – she smiled enigmatically, staring intently into her friend's eyes.

      – What do you mean? – Matthew didn't understand. – Don't you know me?

      – I know you very well, and I'm sure you're not afraid of death or torture. But I'm not sure that you know the legends of South America very well. There are worse things there than death.

      – From this point, please, – Matthew asked, anticipating a new challenge.

      – All right. You're quite a stable young man. I'm sure you'll manage. Have you heard anything about professor of archeology Matvienko?

      – He's even published a book, if I'm not mistaken, – Matthew answered after thinking for a while. – A very serious scientist.

      – Absolutely right, – expressed Linda. – But, among other things, he was my mentor.

      With that, Linda leaned over the table and spoke more softly.

      – One night he called and asked me to come over, – the girl leaned even lower. – What I heard him say was beyond my comprehension, but there was no reason not to trust him. An international team under his leadership was in Peru. There they collected evidence of all sorts of legends and tales. One evening one of the local shamans showed him an unknown plant and told him to get Ivan Grigorievich undressed and rub him all over with it. After that he sent him for a walk in the woods, asking him to keep his eyes open and his ears perked up. The result was impressive, – Linda emphasized. – It got dark quickly, but he could see better than he could in daylight. The juice of the plant lulled his rational mind, sharpened all his senses to the extreme, making him feel like a wild animal. He said it was incomparable to any of the pleasures of our physical world. This plant gave him so much vitality and energy that it allowed him to share it with everyone around him. He no longer felt himself an individual, but an integral part of that world. Ivan Grigorievich said that he could clearly see energy flows flowing through him,– the girl paused to emphasize the effect of what she had said, and continued her story again. – After a while an Indian came up to him and asked him to help him catch fish for the children. They went together to the river. Ivan Grigorievich said that the fish came to him on its own, but when he took it in his hands, he cried, because he felt an incredible kinship with it, and then he let it go.

      Matthew thought for a moment. The story reminded him so much of today's dream.

      – It looks like the effect of a psychotropic potion, – he informed Linda. – I have heard of them and that they are very common among shamans. Thank you for your valuable information. Our trip will have to be postponed for a while. I have to meet your mentor. It will save us some time.

      – That's not going to happen, – Linda concluded, leaning back in her chair. – A month after we met, he left for Tibet as a pilgrim. More than two years passed, and no one has heard from him since.

      – I see. So, are you worried that I will go as a pilgrim, too? – Matthew smiled.

      – That's no cause for irony, – Linda said reproachfully. – People change completely when they come back from there.

      – Thank you, – Matthew answered just as seriously. – It's really valuable information, and it's a pity we won't be able to meet your mentor. Now let's get down to business. Do you agree to come?

      – You're asking! – Linda exhaled happily. – Yes, I am.

      – That's wonderful! – exclaimed Matthew, and leaned back comfortably, following her example. – How much time do you need to finish your business?

      – Not much, I think. I have a very good assistant now, and at the moment there are no cases he can't handle.

      – Great, СКАЧАТЬ