Mystical Kiev and stories. V. Speys

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      – Well, how are you? Home soon?

      – Good country Bulgaria and Russia are the best! – I decided to answer the words of fashion at the time of the song.

      – So you are from Russia? – Continued its inquiry curious Stallman.

      – I’m from Leningrad. Here on a business trip. – I took a pass on the plant and put it under his nose. Stallman began to carefully examine my picture, official stamp. And suddenly, his eyes gazing at me over his glasses, climbed out of their sockets. He once again looked into a detailed booklet, which I have not letting go, holding his face.

      – Something I do not understand, young man, some confusion in your document? – And then I came to this terrible mistake, because I did not pay particular attention to the issue of the year, noted in the pass. We had to do something. But Stallman began speaking almost in a whisper to me:

      – I’ve been working for a long time and I all had a chance to observe in life, I tell you exactly from the future? – I looked at it attentive and serious eyes, said:

      – That happened to me a disaster. What do I do I do not know, came to work at the «Electric appliance» that the street Glubochetskoy 17, bam, and fifty second year.

      – You know, come to us. Tell it like it in your time. What is expected? What can we expect any change?

      – And you can help me. I have to wait a year, then opened this place, and I can go home to their own reality.

      – I will help you. – Enthusiastically spoke Stallman. – My name is Leonid A. Sikorski.

      – Do you happen to a relative of the famous designer of helicopters Sikorsky?

      – Easy, you say so out loud, of course, this is my cousin. Here he is, and I am suffering here. I’ll help you. I see you are an educated young man can tell me a lot out there that you have to eighty-one going on and what has happened already. – Speaking these words, Leonid Abramowitz, has set a sign, «closed», and closed the castle window booth. Then he ran out of the stall and vigorously began to close the window of metal shutters, which hung on the window curtains and were driven to the left and right side of the kiosk. Soon rod concealing these shutters, hung a heavy padlock.

      – I’m going to lock the kiosk at the castle, and we will go to me. Shirt, this is my husband, had promised to cook a pike on her special recipe, as it is able, Yum. Wait a little, a little. – He quickly ran to the kiosk and began to rattle it lock, locking the kiosk.

      At this time, I have someone gently took her elbow. I turned and saw a familiar face girl. Her jet-black eyes looked carefully, seriously and cautiously. I saw her black hair tied back in a long tail and immediately remembered where I could see her. In memory of that tragic event came when I decided to climb the stairs to the Castle Mountain and the girl went down.

      – Do not answer that. Immediately follow me. – Saying these words, she quickly became a go at St. Andrew descent. When I saw her, and then I heard, I realized that it would help me, because certainly knows the vagaries of time portal. And not paying any attention to Leonid Abramovich cries, he rushed the girl only had Sikorski said: – Do not tell anyone about me, or you misunderstood by others. Goodbye Leonid Abramowitz!

      – Good-bye, young man, do not think badly of me. – His last words I could barely make out, because I have no time for it. She is clearly moving in the direction of the hill; from which I came down into the street St. Andrew’s Descent. She turned around, before stepping into the lane and making sure that I’m going after him, I moved along the path up the hill. I would like quickened his pace but she kept the distance and walked in front of light springy gait, already rising to the Castle Mountain. I do laps it stopped. Raising his right hand, he gave me a sign to stop. Distance from her was fifteen meters, I stood rooted to the spot, not knowing what was happening. I could clearly see how she stepped into the center of the circle, and it melted like a ghost. I heart pounding with excitement, shaking all over with impatience, I rushed to the community, and without hesitation, jumped into the center. Instantly transformed all around. Yellow leaves on the trees and the bushes have not fallen down, and the sun was shining in the middle of the day. I did not stay in the circle, and quickly left. The girl I saw in front. Her long black hair rushed to the beat of tripping. I went after him. She first came to the stairs and quickly ran downstairs, I could not catch up with her, and lost sight of. Andrew’s descent lived his measured life. Merchants souvenirs. At St. Andrew’s Church Alley artists. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. But the concern did not leave me. And to make sure that I went back in time, I went to the first available merchant badges and heraldry asked:

      – Do not you tell me what day it is? – He looked searchingly at me, smiled and said:

      – Drink less necessary. And to be precise, today September 30, Tuesday, one you Syacha nine hundred eighty-first year. – I almost blurted out – «can not be!» – But recollecting himself, said:

      – Thank you! – And he added – Unlike you, I do not drink and do not smoke. – I turned away from him, began to think what to do next, and the next I heard only: – And the girls do not touch.

      I came home, as if nothing had happened. Asked Lily – And what kind of a chicken and pies? – Answer: – The plant was given rations, so I took one. There were even apples and onions, but I refused.

      – Wow, you still here and the newspaper, however, still not dried out ink printing. And the hell we need these bags? – Shaking in the air a bundle of linen bags, his wife wanted to know. Not paying attention to her words, said just that in the edition of the newspaper:

      – Yes, it’s anniversary edition. – The wife did not try to find out what anniversary, and I did not spend it in the details. The next day, I went to work and began working diligently at his workplace…

      Book – 2 Mysterious stranger

      Chapter First

      Mystical adventure that happened to me yesterday, did not want to disappear without a trace from memory. I could not believe what I lived for four days in the fifty-second year, and one eyebrow does not lead, not noticing my disappearance. But the changes that have happened with my body, I felt at once. My scar on his forehead somewhere disappeared, as if no trace of the hoof, and the colt, was not at all, but on the site of a small dent on the crown of the head from a blow dry twig apple of my cousin, the son of Uncle Vanya, and not a trace. All this confirms the fact that I was still there in the fifty-two, and my youngest double, that is, myself, has protected himself against unpleasant abrasions and double from the future, which judging from the changes in my body, have already occurred. So, it is confirmed by the fact that our reality exists in parallel with the same reality, but only in the past.

      Lubchenco returned from a business trip. He brought a lot of impressions from the trip. Admire the abundance of products on store shelves, «Peter» and the whisper complained about our poverty.

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