Книга Знаний. Book of Knowledge. 1. Игра в Иную Реальность. 1. Playing Another Reality (Билингва Rus/Eng). Александра Крючкова
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      «While we were driving, the boxes slightly changed their location in the trunk, and each of them should stand in a strictly designated place so as not to come into contact with each other and with the walls of the trunk. Because when I put in sale this car in 10 years…»

      I breathed in and out deeply.

      On the way back, the Boy bought two pies. When I dared to hint that there were two pies, he kindly invited me to enjoy one of them.

      As soon as I began to untie the knot of the plastic bag, the Boy looked at me disapproving and said in disappointment,

      «That’s not the way to untie it! Give it to me, I’ll teach you how to do it correctly.»

      I haven’t eaten pies since then.

      On New Year’s Eve, an employee of the PR department received souvenirs for gifts to our partners, including diaries. The manufacturer put the Boy’s company logo on them. The Boy asked me to check the quality. I brought him a verified copy. The Boy took… a ruler. As a result of his measurements, the logo on the diaries turned out to be printed half a millimeter (!) higher than the previous year, so the circulation had to be redone within 24 hours in order to give away the correct diaries in time. I laughed. Probably he had a ruler hidden under his pillow at home too. And maybe not even one… It was good that the Boy couldn’t read minds.

      I cast my spells to him. He sermonized.

      «Do you want to become God?» I asked him once.

      «I want to become King,» he answered unexpectedly.

      «But Kings and morality are not very compatible, are they?»

      The Boy got silent.

      Sometimes the Boy really wanted something. Something so human. I saw him suffer, torn apart by contradictions, because it was not at all right, but he really wanted it. In such moments the Boy began to reason out loud, building a logical chain of consequences of what would happen if he took a wrong step. I felt sorry for the Boy. His whole life until his last breath was planned by him minute by minute and event by event. He absolutely denied the existence of the Higher Forces with their own plans.

      I decided to show him a miracle, Another Reality phenomenon. I took off my ring and hung it on a thread.

      «Ask any question watching it. If you see that the ring is spinning clockwise or counterclockwise, because it’s my hand rotating it, tell me.»

      The Boy laughed, but still asked questions and watched carefully, very attentively. Then he exclaimed,

      «Well… I don’t know. But it’s wrong!»

      The four of us had lunch in the canteen of the Cinema University. The Boy was discussing with one of us, but obviously not with me, the 999th episode of some television series and suddenly turned to me,

      «How can you live without watching TV?»

      «She reads books,» the colleague retorted.

      «Well, but how can you drive a car without checking traffic jams on the Internet before leaving?»

      «I’m sniffing the air,» I answered the absolute truth.

      The Boy winced in disbelief.

      At the same moment, our table rose two centimeters into the air, moved to the right and landed safely on the floor.

      «Bravo, Alice,» exclaimed the colleague, «even the juice didn’t spill!»

      Since I told the Boy about the possibility of reading information from the air, he began to test the accuracy of my sense of smell. He called me in the evenings when I had already left our office and asked if there were any traffic jams on my way. As a rule, we left at the same time and lived in neighboring areas. The Boy always drove moving the right way, as it should be done according to the Internet information. I drove the way I felt. However, as a result, we moved the same way. And sometimes we even played speed together. Such game was some strange exception to the rules of the right Boy.

      Apparently, the Higher Forces pushed us together so that the Boy would at least try to accept the idea that someone might be different from him and live differently. Not according to his rules. However, once the program implanted into the Boy’s head did its dirty deed, and we parted.

      I met Alexey, the same ex-classmate who knew from his own experience what the speed game was. I could share everything with him, because he himself had been through a lot and was able to understand my feelings. He had known me since I was seven years old for who I really was, the real me, I didn’t need to be anyone else with him. The other day I read his 36-page story about the Void. He, like me then, reached the state in which it was no longer possible not to throw out the accumulated pain on paper.

      «Love is the greatest medicine, it softens the pain and allows us to survive here and now, to get out of the Void. Later we get used to the pain, adapt to reality, it becomes easier for us, but to reach that later we need…»

      «Yes, Alice. It seemed that fire, water, and copper pipes had long been passed, but no, those were flowers. A person is like a bridge which supports are cut down one by one and it falls into the abyss of Death. But you don’t need any earthly support. You have long belonged not to yourself, but to Another Reality. You are not like everyone else, you are not ordinary, deal with it.»

      «I want to be an ordinary woman who is loved just because she exists. I have always loved, giving everything I had and asking for nothing in return, but no one has ever loved me. Besides, I didn’t choose Another Reality!»

      «It’s not chosen. It chooses who it deems appropriate, without asking our opinion. It chose you. This is your Path.»

      I returned home, where I was always welcomed by various magical attributes. For example, a magic ball, which I had found in the most ordinary – mystical – way on Lake Baikal.

      I happened there in November at minus 20. Baikal used to freeze in January, so in the evenings I sat on the seashore (I saw it as a sea, not a lake) and saw off the Sun. It was cold, but I took off my glove and held out my hand to it. The left one, hypersensitive. Huge waves of heat poured into me, and my hand didn’t freeze at all.

      One day a bird flew up to me. Whirling around right in front of my face, it whispered something, but I didn’t understand what exactly. When the Sun disappeared into the sea, I went to a mini-market where locals used to buy fish. I entered the souvenir shop and got surrounded by an uncountable number of stones in various shapes. I walked up to a display window and stopped.

      «Can I help you?» the saleswoman asked.

      I looked through, falling in Another Reality,

      «I need a stone. A ball. Like a globe. You can see water and lands on it. As if you are looking from above, from the height of an airplane, flying towards the Earth. I don’t know how to explain it to you.»

      «Wow!» the saleswomen exclaimed in unison and looked at each other enigmatically.

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