Lies of closed eyes. Виктория Олеговна Рогозина

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      There were many people, but they were all united by one thing – an absent stupid look. As if these people have already burned their lives long ago and now continue to exist. Sometimes live sparkling eyes came across, and then my gaze was already riveted to this person.

      I was so carried away by my observations that I did not look around when I was crossing the road and… I captured the whistle of tires on dry pavement only at the very edge of my consciousness. I turned around, feeling the earpiece pop out of my ear at the same time. I felt as if someone had pulled my windbreaker from behind. I took a step back, stumbled over the curb and fell, hitting my ass painfully.

      – Stupid! – shouted the driver, flying a few centimeters away from me and carried away into a happy unknown.

      I looked back. There was no one around. Maybe a flair? Or did it seem? I looked at myself in surprise, thanking the guiding star for miraculously not being hurt. The ass, although it was repulsed, reminded me that I was alive, healthy and almost unharmed. Whatever it is, I’m lucky.

      With this strange feeling, I walked about six meters, when suddenly!

      – Hi! A heavy hand landed on my shoulder.

      Startled in surprise. I elbowed back and hit.

      “This is how you greet your friends,” Vosmyachkin remarked reproachfully, rubbing his bruised side. It cannot be said that the blow came out strong, but still sensitive.

      “You know that you can’t approach me like that from the back,” I noticed with a reproach and a slight hint of irritation, pulling the second earpiece out of my ear and, exhaling, spoke more calmly. – Hi. What fates?

      – Went for pasta.

      I suddenly noted to myself that I was mentally addressing the guy by his last name, forgetting about his name. And his name was Dima. But for some reason, in my perception, the name was lost and only carefree and cheerful remained – Vosmyachkin.

      – Listen, when I checked the tasks, I noticed that you did not fully understand the topic of differential equations. If you want, we can work out together.

      He blushed.

      “Let’s not today,” I answered softly, hoping that next time it would be even easier to dodge. I have more plans for today.

      Despite the fact that I wanted to be alone, Dima volunteered to take me to the hostel, telling me, as if giving a lecture, examples of solving problems and theorems. Perhaps this is how he tried to show me his knowledge, or maybe he was so inept in a square dance. It is hard to say. My thoughts were still returning to my miraculous salvation, for which there seemed to be logical explanations, but there seemed to be no.

      Saying goodbye to Vosmyachkin on the threshold and citing poor health, I closed the door right in front of his nose. After thinking, she grabbed her textbook and headed to the roof. The subject was called Applied Psychology of Magic. A very strange item. Each paragraph seemed like a hodgepodge of elementary psychology, philosophy, and beautiful quotes from various famous people. What was written here was in no way confirmed in words. It was both strange and curious and stupid at the same time. I smoked my second cigarette, almost furiously reading the textbook, delving into the subject and realizing that in the future there could be serious problems with passing the exam.

      – Hi.

      I turned around. Michaelis was standing behind me. Hastily, I stubbed out the smoldering cigarette into the small ashtray I used to carry around so as not to scatter cigarette butts everywhere.

      – Hello, – for some reason it became light and light again. All fears and doubts receded. Even though it seemed strange, it didn’t bother me.

      – How are you? He stepped closer and sat next to her, crossing his legs at the ankles. Michaelis was not afraid to sit on the very edge. It was as if he didn’t know the feeling of fear at all.

      I sighed. For some reason, I wanted to share my experiences and thoughts, but it’s stupid to dump everything on a person you hardly know. He was sitting very close and I could smell the incredible scent from his hair. Something subtly familiar and so dear, as if from childhood, warm and cozy.

      “You can share your feelings with me,” he said calmly and seemed to trigger some kind of lever in me.

      “I almost got hit by a car today, due to my own inattention,” I began. – A moment before the collision, I felt like someone was pulling me out from under the wheels. Such a strange feeling. But no one was around. And that’s how it might seem. Yes, but I clearly felt how my jacket was pulled, – I rolled my eyes. “We’re kind of taught magic here,” I nodded at the textbook. – And it feels like I’ll either get schizophrenic or… I don’t know. Maybe I’m overthinking this?

      – So it’s important to you, Elizabeth.

      I didn’t show how everything inside me turned to stone at the mention of my real name. Michaelis did not seem to pay attention to this, continuing his thought.

      “Perhaps you were not destined to die that day. The world is more complicated and simpler than any of us can imagine. What is an incredible set of circumstances for one person may be just a job for someone else.

      Michaelis shook his head from side to side.

      “You should rest,” he finished softly. I agreed. Almost leaving the roof, I turned around and could have sworn that I saw subtle wings behind Michaelis. Six wings.

      – Second chapter-

      At the very least

      Angels are not indifferent executors of the will of God;

      they “rejoice over every penitent sinner”

      OK. 15:10, that is, they are sincerely interested that the will of God be carried out;

      Angelic beings live in our time

      (they cannot look into the future or travel from here to the past)

      and limited by our space.

      – Mom, pour me some tea, please, – Michael smiled charmingly. The woman, not hiding her disposition, began to hastily pour tea into mugs, but noticing the sadness in the guy’s eyes, she sympathetically asked:

      – Have a fight?!

      – I went too far… I’m constantly jealous, I can’t help myself, – he admitted. – I know it’s my fault. Got pissed off by accident.

      Nodding, he took a sip of his cup of tea.

      “Well, don’t touch her yet, it will cool down, later and make peace,” the woman smiled sympathetically. She, like many, liked Michael and she appreciated the directness in his words and actions. Knowing also the parents of a teenager, the woman created a positive image.

      He shook his head and asked:

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