Название: Cказки Призраков. Tales of Ghosts. Премия им. Эдгара По / Edgar Poe Award (Билингва: Rus/Eng)
Автор: Александра Крючкова
Издательство: Издательские решения
isbn: 9785005925206
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– Так где мне его найти?!
– Если доступ к Скрижалям у тебя отсутствует, значит, так для чего-то нужно, и это исключительно во благо. Но ты должна принять решение здесь и сейчас, Варенька. Да, прости, чуть не забыл: скорее всего, вы не сможете быть вместе даже после того, как…
…Я пошатнулась… А ведь мысль о невозможности обрести своё счастье с любимым человеком хотя бы посмертно, в Царстве Мёртвых, никогда не приходила мне в голову! – ни при жизни на Земле, ни теперь… Боже, как непозволительно легко мы разбрасываемся близкими! Как мелочно меняем теплоту души на материальные блага! Как глупо не ценим данную нам возможность любить и быть любимыми здесь и сейчас!
Переосмыслил ли свою жизнь мой Плутон, застрявший на Земле у входа в Царство Мёртвых? И, если да, то сколько потребуется лет, чтобы отмолить его душу у Небес?
Но я не могла поступить иначе:
– Я остаюсь… Только… скажи, обещай мне, Миша, что однажды мы с ним всё-таки встретимся… На мостике в Венеции, да?
– При желании встретиться, вариантов не встретиться здесь нет… ни у кого! – засмеялся Миша и добавил, уже растворяясь в лучах солнечного света, внезапно пролитого сквозь монастырские окна: – Но, возможно, не на мостике… и не в Венеции…
7. Stuck Pluto
Pluto, Lord of the Kingdom of the Dead, circling around in the Heavenly Dial of the Zodiacal Clock, froze at the Gate to his own Kingdom at 8 pm.
All the men I had fallen in love with in my life were under Pluto management, and one of them had at his birth as many as 5 planets between 8 and 9 pm on the Zodiacal Clock, or in the Kingdom of the Dead. Such an accent gives away serial killers and maniacs, mafia and financial tycoons, and also great black magicians… and possibly ghosts…
The next day the Sun was going to bathe Pluto in its rays, to illuminate him and turn him on. A strange premonition of something global, ready to crash down on me like an avalanche (or tsunami?), neither bad nor good, but shocking, didn’t allow me to fall asleep. In the morning, when my consciousness finally gave up, two people appeared, as if my guardians, one of them was a ghost, and the other…
The sound of a vibrating phone brought me back to reality.
«Michael is dead,» said the text message.
«We’re all going to die,» I calmly typed in reply to an unknown person.
The Sun greeted me through the blinds.
«Who made you so cynical, Barbara? MICHAEL DIED.»
«Which Michael?» continuing to understand little, I decided to clarify just in case, suddenly realizing that one of the two men I had just dreamed about was named Michael.
«Yesterday I ran by chance into the guy who had assembled furniture for you. He said that Michael, who had been in love with you, died.»
A terrible thought and, forgive me God, not at all about Michael, who had appeared to me in my dream – so sweet, kind, harmless, writing music and really loving me from afar, silently, realizing that there could be nothing but a working relationship between us, flashed through my mind, and I finally woke up, jumping out of bed.
I dreamt about both of them… Michael and…
«YOU?!?!?! Pluto!!!» I shouted at the whole Universe to an undefined number. «HOW??!!! YOU ARE DEAD!!! YOU DIED MANY YEARS AGO!!!»
«I emailed you last year, you wondered the way a stranger had got your address. You didn’t recognize me. Maybe you weren’t ready.»
«But… how???»
«Have you forgotten how many debts I had back then? You said it yourself, it’s easier to die. No one would have been surprised. Yes, I just had to die))) By my own! Would you prefer to find your love killed for real?»
I raised the blinds and the Sun dazzled me. Pluto people, being under the patronage of the Lord of the Kingdom of the Dead, used to survive where everyone else met death…
«I dreamt about you… today…» sinking to the floor, I whispered, remembering how many times in life we had tried to be together, but something happened beyond our control, that left no chance, driving us apart, until one day he…
«Great! You never have dreams without sense… Something happened yesterday. I don’t know how to explain it. So, there’s no need to explain. I just want you to be nearby now!»
«You’re a ghost, and I need a real man!» I said, still refusing to believe in a miracle.
«Surely. I’ll be in Monte Carlo this weekend. I have to sort out some affairs. And next weekend you will fly to me in Venice!»
«We’ll never meet,» I exhaled, remembering that next weekend the Sun would stop caressing Pluto, and he would step into his own Kingdom.
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