Prose
Train of dreams (end)
(Machine translation - Google)
To my great dismay, Dr. Morrison was right, and when I asked the young couple, fun to spend time for the neighboring table, with a stupid question, they are not even turned in my direction, not honored my own person, not only words but also eye. And so a few times.
Mr. Morrison has ordered another batch of coffee and is now slowly stir sugar, waiting until the drink cool:
- You said that the young man reminds you of one man! Then he called his придурком to somehow draw attention to yourself!
- You read my mind again! - I exhaled wearily, usazhivayas to their original location.
- In some ways!
- This can mean only one thing - I started in schizophrenia!
- If I did not read your thoughts, I would have thought the same thing! But ...
- But What?
- You know, now you are in the «black hole» - implemented sector space options, while these people live their normal lives and are in the sector, where they were due to its freedom of choice. You accidentally prolonged to where you should not be!
- How about you? You are something I see! Do not want you to say that you are too prolonged and the waiter ... ... And the strange old lady in the car ... She talked to me!
- Most likely - has become a psychoanalyst to speak - between the «black holes» and the main space, there are some options to the point of bifurcation - a kind of gate, which served as the entrance to the opposite system. The closer to the people of this scale is to zero, so it is easier to see what is being done on the other side. For example, if you somehow managed to go through the gate and be on a scale from negative one, while I have to scale with the sign, plus one. Logical to assume that we can see each other and can even communicate. But if you are on a scale from negative three, and I, in turn, on a scale of plus four, our communication would be extremely difficult. Especially under the condition that we share the other people standing in the box closest to zero. That is why some people in the train can not you see!
- From childhood to hate physics! - I said, hopelessly closed eyes with your palms and shook his head.
- Still, I do not understand the other, - commented Dr. Morrison, do not pay any attention to my frequent breaths - Will get to the opposite frame of reference can only be in a dream?
- How do I think I have a chance to come back? - I asked sdavlennym voice.
- I think the clue of this mystery lies on the surface. You need to find a way to go through the point of bifurcation in the opposite direction, and then wake up. But there is one condition!
- What?
- If you wake up on the scale of the minus sign, you will never be able to return to the scale with a plus sign. Woken up here and now, you will always be implemented in the sector of space options!
After the last word analyst, I had really terrible. Blood hit in the head, limbs poholodeli, and I started to fever. I have tried to analyze his condition to make sense of the simultaneity of sleep and wakefulness more subtle, but tense view of doctor Morrison only aggravate the situation, making it difficult to concentrate.
- No offense, Dr. Morrison, but I would like to stay alone - sad, I let out, getting up from the table and holding the hand of him.
- I understand your situation! - He smiled compassionately, szhav my brush.
- Thank you! - I have a slightly bowed, and went to an open balcony to air out a bit.
Slightly reddish night scraps of cloud in the sky like a picture of Salvador Dali's masterpiece. Fresh wind gate trifle confused my shirt and hair. Despite the fact that it was cool, everything inside me burn and the heart was beating fast. Inside of me there was not a single answer to the question of how to withdraw from the situation, although I understand the part that is to blame in this whole story. After all, it was my choice - to sit on «Train Grez», despite his bad reputation and all the warnings.
- You do not know, does this train stop? - Asked me quite a young girl, whose presence I was not immediately noticed.
Amazing black hair, deep brown eyes, correctly outlined lips, golden tan and a fragile figurine charmed and excitement. Her noble, almost Italian appearance, proudly turning the head, parting the hair straight awakened in me a man's interest, while I examined her from head to toe and back. Notice how the girls cheeks covered with light crimson, I spohvatilsya time:
- Have you see me?
My question troubled her even more, and she already wanted to turn around to go, but I kept her hand movement:
- Sorry! I fail joked. To tell the truth, today is not the best day of my life. It seems, for the time that we went, the train did not make any stops ...
- One of my friend, before performing a journey on the train - again the girl - told me that he should be on the ring road, but sometimes it does stop.
- It's amazing! Why is this subject? - I painted on his face extreme curiosity.
- I think of the wishes of the driver ... but sometimes the train stops for a specific passenger or group of passengers, if necessary. At least, so I told my friend.
- You know - I said, suddenly smiled - and in fact to meet you, I never even came to where I am actually going!
- Home! Where else! - Let out mysteriously unknown. - By the way, my name is Maria.
- It is very good! James! - To introduce myself. - Do you mean that if one considers the fact that the train is on the ring road, we are bound to return there, whence went tonight?
- Not quite! - Maria replied evasively. - This evening, you ran away from their problems and failures of the strange town, strange house, of strangers ... But you go back to where you like and expect in the heart of a pretty house in the city, reminding you of the good ...
- Are you that - also clairvoyant? - I nahmurilsya and retreated a step back.
- Well, you! - She laughed softly. - Actually, I talked about myself, but I think everyone who rides in the train, also wanted to escape from their previous life. Since then, I guessed!
- Almost! - I exhaled with relief. - So you say, a trip to the «Train Grez» help your friend?
- Rather returned it paints of life and prompted another look at the world around us.
- You know, Mary ... - I stayed a little bit, not knowing how to voice their audacious idea. - And what if we sorvem stop-cock and a little walk in the surroundings? I would be pleased to go under the hand of a beautiful lady in this beautiful place!
Indeed, the terrain on which we rode, charmed by its beauty. At night sky prostupili brightest stars, far away in the pink haze shimmers small lake, framing of the forest and along the railroad tracks stretched endless golden fields and meadows, pahnuvshie Cut Grass.
- Are you kidding? - On the face of my poputchitsy a mischievous smile.
- Well, the dishes themselves, that we will be! The train stops, and yet seek to blame, we успеем a little walk. If they did find out that the stop-cock, we took off, I say that this - entirely my fault. I promise! - I obodryayusche smiled.
- Well! Where else to violate the rules, nor in the «Train Grez»?! In the end, we paid for the «mysterious and unforgettable route», - she quoted the text of the ad booklet - so add a little romance does not interfere!
I yanked the handle stop-cock, poslyshalsya plangent squeak of brakes and the train has stopped. Mary could barely stand on my legs, so I had to open their arms to keep the girl. At the same moment the automatic doors of the train opened, and passengers, as if a strange Submit hypnosis, pushed into the street. Some people still remained seated in the carriages, some in the crowded vestibule, clearly intrigued occurring, we are with Mary sprygnuli easy with step at a bit damp from overnight dew grass and headed towards the lake.
- I think we have ten or fifteen minutes! - Thoughtfully let out, I up with my animated companion.
- To hell with time! - Maria winked at me. - I decided to swim, and I advise you, Mr. James, to join me!
- Yes ... But in the court of autumn! You are not afraid of cold! - I was surprised, looking at her brown eyes and trying to determine, she jokes or said seriously.
It seems that Mary was firmly set. We have come close to the silver lake, and stepped on a wooden pier, which served as a springboard for the poor and divers. Polished, glossy surface Manila and attracted like a magnet, but the desire to swim I have encountered. However, my companion came to the edge of the pier behind me, naturally skinula first pair of shoes, and then a light white dress, and froze for a few moments before to her desperate act. Her long thick hair fell on the shoulders, reaches the middle of the back, and moonlight, crossing from the shadow of the hell on the porcelain skin of his strange characters. The perfect figure of a girl could not help but delight! Should be, Maria purposely provoked me, wait to dive ...
Was the feeling that before me appeared the goddess Artemis herself - a young and bold zavoevatelnitsa, but do not be confused nor the presence of unfamiliar men and realize their strength and power. Finally, a decisive leap was made, and turning the body of a girl boom struck a flat surface, holding up a deposit pearl spray.
- James! What a wonderful water - not cold! - Joyfully exclaimed Maria, vynyrnuv to the surface. Now, it reminded me a little more fervent girl, pleased his daring and sudden revelations. - Rather go here! - It pomanila my hand and the voice laughed.
I made a hesitant step forward and sat on the squat to try to water by hand. Then everything happened so suddenly that in the next moment I was standing on the shoulders of wet in the water and look around wildly on the sides. I can not say how this happened. Should be, I pushed myself or Mary inadvertently stumbled on the slippery dock and land in water ...
- New milk! - Finally I spoke, breath. Angry at her, it was impossible to determined! Mary bestowed upon me a mischievous smile, OKATO new cloud spray and Pople to the center of the lake, in the hope of my prosecution. I am happy to follow it, hold your breath and depth nyrnuv, trying to grasp the prokaznitsu of the leg.
Factitious enough water, we vylezli berth, and while Mary dressed, I squeeze his shirt and trousers, in a vain attempt to make them more presentable appearance. Dripping wet, mauled, but rather, I heartily zashagal in the direction of the train by hand with its incessant companion. As soon as we vlezli trip on the wagon, went to a back road. Strange, but our tricks so no one noticed the passengers safely to resettle in their places, and we followed their example.
I was totally ceased to excite the surrounding reality, no matter how strange it does not appear. I settled comfortably in his chair, took refuge checkered plaids, which is found here in the upper compartment for luggage, and closed his eyes. I dreamed of the rails. They led me, like two silver nityam of boundless expanses of the universe. Around мелькали colorful stars ... Or is it a traffic signal lights were semaphores? My dream girl laugh, that wave after the waste composition. In my dream I did.
I do not know how long it lasted, my forgotten, but I woke up from the cold and piercing wind. The train was empty and standing raspahnuv all the doors. Over the window there was nothing but plain so lonely house with the rickety roof. I could not get in the sense where all podevalis! More densely wrapped in blanket, I decided to move to another car, but he also was empty, like everyone else.
- Mr Morrison! Maria! - Why it called me. - E-hey! Someone!
Dead silence filled the car, and I was not myself.
«Oh, my God! And what if the worst fears have come true psychoanalyst, and I woke up in a black hole? Where are all podevalis the hell they Deri!!! »- Swept like lightning on my head.
I sprygnul to step on the bare ground, more like ryzhuyu a desert or prairie, almost devoid of vegetation, and looked around. Not a single person! As after the atomic blast!
As the sole attraction of this wasteland was a ramshackle house, I zashagal straight to him, hoping to find at least someone alive! The door was open, and I legonko pushed her, knocked tentatively. Again, no! From furniture - only one bed ... No tables, no chairs, no bed-side tables ... with the same success here could set the coffin - this is a decent picture for a horror film. I guess so is hell.
«But why is it a bed? - I began to talk. - To have the middle of the desert to sleep, to the cold? Perhaps, here rests the driver? By the way, where he is?! »
This idea seemed to me to life-saving straw, and I literally run back to the composition, looking through the eyes of the first wagon. Go proved short-lived. Maybe unhook some cars on the road, so they still have only four. As soon as I reached the goal, being close to the lead wagon, I was disappointed. The train was too high, so that I could look into the cab and the doors were too deaf to be able to reach.
A few minutes I spent at a loss until I saw the last wagon near a strange silhouette. When considering the near silhouette was the elderly man - an assistant driver. Anyway, he was dressed in uniforms and wearing the appropriate badge. The old man sat on the bottom step and the removal of cigarette smoke.
- Thank God at least someone! - I exclaimed. - Where are the rest?
- Others? - Surprised the old man. - There is none. You are one.
- Wait! But there were also other passengers. Do they all have left? And what is this strange place?
- Other - elsewhere. And this - your place. That is why you are here.
- Do not understand! - I was angry. - What do you mean - my place!
The old man did not answer and turned away.
- Are you that guy? - I was troubled. - I demand that I immediately brought home!
The old man remained indifferent to my cry and released into the air several rings of smoke.
- What the devil! - Psihanul me. - You do not have any right to keep me here by force! I demand that I brought back! That you - deaf?
My anger has passed all bounds, I began to swing one's arms, to threaten the old man god knows what, using the most filthy curses. Assistant to the driver stared at me with pity rather than resentment. So look at the defaulter children, who, rather than apologize for his misconduct, zlyatsya that they were caught in the act.
I tried to calm down and back on the train to a little nap in anticipation of the imminent departure, but not stupid insomnia left me not the slightest chance! Plus to everything, as I did not try to close your eyes, my eyes are still clear, that only exacerbated my situation. Promuchivshis hour or two, I decided to go back outside.
Assistant driver was nowhere. I was looking for him everywhere, even walked around the train, but in vain ...!
The Charter of the bustle, I sat down on the bed, is located in a decrepit house, engulfed by his hands and knees ... wept.
So lonely I do not feel that they never! But most of all, I am oppressed by the Assistant engineers: «This is your place»! What did he mean? Am I not worth more? The acute attack of envy doubled my sobbing. I imagine other passenger trains, it may be now saunter arm-in-arm on the ocean and drinking mulled wine in the cozy кафешках with dizzying views of the Alps, or fun and laugh and ride on swings. I do madly wanted to go to them for this merry-go-round, in inviting «Disneyland» with its ever-pink cocktails, sweet and wool karamelkami on a stick ... The idea that in the past year, I completely deprived himself of all the pleasures of peace, alas not added me to be optimistic. I am sorry for yourself long and diligently, perebiraya in the mind of every country where I could be, but was not, old friends, meet with whom I have not had time, new movies, which I've heard, but never looked ... I thought mother, and Philip, Kristi, and my heart have mercy from the pain. The first stayed in a better world, as regards Christy - she had a new boyfriend, whom she fell in love with such amazing ease, as though our separation, it was something minor and fleeting.
When the tears dried up, I filled a soft, warm, dark emptiness. This happens when you fall shoulders heavy load, to which you are accustomed and no longer notice its presence. The country is a bit frightening ease. I do not know what I can fill this huge void, which ziyala in me, like a black hole in the universe.
Only now I noticed that the window begin to dawn dawn. Bluish-Purple divorces in the sky is about to be ready to turn all shades of pink, orange and gold.
Train ready for departure, had a pair of breeds ... How long was I here? Night! Two days?
I slowly climbed out of bed, tried to smile, that seemed rather odd, given that I weep away all night, and headed to his car.
- Sorry! - I said, hardly jealous assistant driver. - I acted like a stupid boy!
- Nothing! - Old man winked at me. - I have not seen that, taking into account the specifics of the work.
Wagons were still empty, but I barely took his place as the train has issued three short blasts, and moved in the opposite way. Растаял red wasteland Old house in the middle, once again began to occur, single trees and some buildings ... I closed my eyes and failed in the deepest in the world of sleep, which is only capable people survived the sleepless night and nervous shock.
When I opened my eyes, the window is already мелькал familiar city, but my car was full of new people. Perhaps Mary and Dr. Morrison rode in another car or off to the station earlier. Morning Light wind in the windows ajar, the sky was clear and pure as spring, as sunlight color at home and those of passers-by, giving the urban landscape shade of tenderness and romanticism. Surprisingly, eccentric sense of simultaneous sleep and wakefulness have disappeared without trace, as if not raised at all!
«What is happiness - be yourself again!» - I thought, why the heart has become easy and joyful.
I sprygnul with steps, not wait until a complete stop of, kozyrnul assistant driver, waved a hand and the remaining passengers zashagal vigorously toward the first day of my new life.