Александра Крючкова – Ловушка для Мыслеформы. A Trap for a Thought-Form. Премия им. М. Булгакова / M. Bulgakov Award (Билингва: Rus/Eng) (страница 18)
«Спасибо, ок»
«Priedou k tibie… xotchis?»
«Прямо сейчас?!»
«Gja xatiel vidit tibie… Ti ni xotchis?.. Da ili niet?.. Skaji minie pravda… I Gja priedou… Ni znaiou kada, nu niet problem priekhat. Kak mozna litat nam, priedou. Gja smatriel Internet – ni mozna litat. Granitsa zakrita, vse zakrita tut… Paidem pit сoffeе s taboi… Skaji ti toje xotchis tak… Da?»
3. Sinner
«Funny poster!» the Guardian whispered softly as he helped me remove my furs. «Is it true that the author is a prankster?»
«You didn’t read the poster carefully. His book is called „The Sinner“! Anyway, I haven’t tried.»
Leaving my cup of coffee on the table, almost forever registered for me, I ducked into the next room of the museum. The Guardian followed me.
«Here is a box for letters to the Creator,» he said.
«And the postbox at the door outside?»
«Yes, there is the second one.»
«I sent him my poems. Many years ago, Natasha Nikiforova invited me to the action of the „Evening Moscow“ TV to read poetry on the Ponds. It was the similar blizzard as today. The verses I had read, I dropped into the postbox at the Door to the Mansion. I had no pen with me, so I sent poetry instead of a letter.»
The Guardian took a pen and a paper notepad out of his pocket.
«Write it now,» he suddenly whispered, coming close to me.
«Everything has already been decided,» I answered categorically, hanging in thought,
For some reason, I wanted to hug the Guardian, but I stood like an idol. And he hugged me.
«Here it is!!!» I suddenly felt something and took a step aside. «The Portal is here, isn’t it?»
The Guardian chuckled, but he had no time to answer, because the door to the room opened slightly, and the Cat appeared on the threshold.
«Meow?!» he said in surprise.
I left the room without writing anything to the Creator.
***
The Sinner stood embarrassed on the stage, as if in front of Christ. The hall was crowded with women. While the hero of the party was reciting poems, perceived as a divine revelation in advance, the women, in their dreams, already wrapped their arms around his neck and whispered all sorts of tenderness in his ears…
I returned to my table. Roman emerged from the crowd slyly smiling, and I heard his thoughts in my mind.
Roman sat down next to me and held out his hand. I cautiously held out mine in response. He looked at me, stroking the lines on my palm and probably changing something in them.
«Tell me, Alice, is this a magic place?»
«Yes, sure.»
«Should it somehow stir up the reality of whoever comes in contact with it?»
«Yes. Why?»
«Do you still want to leave?»
I withdrew my hand with a thought,
«I hope your next home task is… to sin?» Roman grinned aloud, nodding at the Sinner. «By the way, what swamp is he from?»
«The task is to repent,» I sighed. «He works in a school.»
«Sinners work in schools. Indeed, where else would they work? Why didn’t I guess it myself! Why to repent, Alice? Do you think those people who hurt others, and you in particular, really repented?»
«Leave it.»
«But they hurt you! Even deadly. Which of them ended up asking for forgiveness? No one? Ah-ah-ah! It’s not fair, is it?»
«Up there…»
«In Heaven?» Roman grinned venomously, reminding me of Ray. «And what did they do there, in Heaven, for you, so clean and bright? Have your offenders been punished? Was the balance of the Forces restored? Maybe they changed your life for the better? What kind of repentance are we talking about? Your abusers got their share of highs and continue to get maximum of Life! And you are dreaming of Death!»
I abruptly got up from the table, but immediately collided with…
«It’s time to announce the Open Mic,» the Guardian said.
«Yes, give me a second,» I nodded and turned to Roman. «They will never become true magicians. Write it down in your notebook. Did you buy it for nothing?»
Task No. 3. FORGIVENESS
***
Having returned home, I lit the candles and began to scroll through my life, checking myself for the task I had given to Roman that evening, whether anyone could make me feel uneasy on the edge of leaving.
«How u, my girl?» a message appeared on the phone.
«Thank you, I am okay.»
«I come 2 u. Want?»
«Right now?!»
«Want 2 see u. U? Yes or not? Tell true. I come. No know when but not problem 2 come. When can fly, I come. I see Internet – fly cancelled. Borders closed. All closed. I come & go coffee with u! Tell u want 2. Yes?»
4. Чёртова мельница
– Очередная колдунья пожалует к нам с «Чёртовой мельницей»? – раздался знакомый голос за спиной.
– Не угадал, – я обернулась и улыбнулась Стражу. – Сегодня в программе – болотные чертенята…