Prose

I had become invisible!

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Maybe it's just bad luck or features of my life, but each time it enters the public space, I see something strange! People have somewhere amain, no differences in the way...

In rush hour, all hurry home or at work, rastalkivaya each other's elbows, neighbors will come to their feet and vyryvaya their bags from the center of the crowd with such extreme force that I am scared. I never noticed on the subway! However, land transport is the same thing happens - people go through me as if I was transparent! I have many times in uvorachivatsya from the rack, I meet people, otprygivat aside at the last moment to avoid collision! In such moments, I regret that I have - not the wall! Imagine how surprised the very bald uncle, who just yesterday I was not knocked down with the legs, make it a huge bumps on your forehead in a collision with the wall!

Perhaps soon the world will be a new race of people who most of his life will be under the ground. One of my friends and called them - metroli! A horrible thing, by the way! According to him, over time, they are no longer rise to the surface! Eyes accustomed to artificial light, will look to wander from the constant reading of jumping in the car advertising signs, and bright sun will irritate their skin. They will eat only hot dogami and other fast-fudom, which is sold at some stations, and this will become even more aggressive and angry. From reading poserezney (except ads) - love, women's detective novels and crime... Yes! Me Forgot to say about the partial atrophy of muscles of the data being associated with constant movement on the escalators and trains. The smaller the move, so quiet - it seems, on the slogan of the new century! It should be noted - very good, considering that everything in this world tends to Eternal rest... rest!

In the meantime, I also ezzhu in the subway! And once to avoid this completely impossible to do, it is necessary to hold the position of the observer, that somehow differ from cloned metro-robots, with meatless individuals and widely closed eyes. The best way to eliminate a metrolya - smile! And even easier to - to become a «scientists», specializing in metrolyah! Well, at least for the duration of your stay under the ground, because in life there are far more interesting subjects for study. So my study of the subject, led me to very interesting conclusions. True metroli never notice the people who are somehow different from them. For example, you should drop out of the total flow, and to stand in stenochki, waiting for someone else, surely there is some type, which will take place through you, trampled your bag, foot, sex, coat, or (God forbid) the head! As for the smile - it is a metrolya or shock, or aggression. Indeed, where there really smiling, when the country's ruin! However, we are distracted! Now to business!

It all started with the fact that once again I naletel some korpulentny guy, so so cool that I fell.

- Hey! That I became invisible? - I called him the following. This guy stopped a dead stop and became wildly look around on the sides of the focus I did not notice.

- A young man! Make up! - Жалобно I groan, referring to the friendly boy, who, judging by the smile, metrolem was not!

- Well! Hallucinations started! - Muttered befogged guy. - Told me yesterday Lech - do not drink before the test!

- You that, I do not see? - I exclaimed perplexedly.

- No... This is who? - Giggled the young man.

- What do you mean who? I lezhu at your feet in these dirty stairs, and you do pretend that I do not? - Обиделась me.

The boy looked down, then looked back and looked on both sides.

- Maybe this is a hidden camera? - Suggested it.

- What the hell camera? - Start already nervous I am.

- Fun filmed! - "Yes" said my companion, looking at this time, at the ceiling.

- I will show you pictures! - I firmly said, soskrebaya himself from the stairs. However, the young man disappeared as rapidly as there is dissolved in a crowd.

- Today is clearly not my day! - I sighed and went out into the city.

Once caught foot glass door, which my predecessor udosuzhilsya not hold, I went into the street. It was a soft fluffy snow, near the stalls with shaurmoy on duty street dogs and pigeons. I remember when I was involved in a spiritual practice, the coach showed us the technique, how to become invisible. Disclose all the secrets will not, I remember only that one of the conditions was - complete emptiness inside and the lack of any thought. You seem to switch off! Several times I have successfully applied their knowledge in practice. One time I forgot a student, but went there through the dense ring of protection of the university ... Another time was riding in the trolley for free, with me riding next comptroller, ticket. A couple of times was closed for a party, even without buying a ticket... Perhaps...
No! This can not be! At least, because I talked about constantly, and somehow thought!

My reflections were interrupted by a sudden blow in the back. It turns out that some old (yet to be known as such - «God taraxacum») almost sshibla me down. It was so slippery that I had to show the real magic levitation that does not fall on the ice. Granny and heartily cursed zashagala in the market, waving the package.

- Wait! - I cried. - You that, not even going to apologize?

Old obediently stopped and frozen in place.

- Listen! - I have cried. - You see me?

Grandmother vigorously crocked head and removed the glasses. Slow delivery of the lateral nasal платочек a coat pocket, she proceeded to carefully wipe the glass, still kachaya head. She then again settle them on the nose and screw up one's eyes suspicious. I was standing just in front of her, but the old person does not express, what I suggested the following:

1. I went mad.
2. Old lady went crazy.
3. Old woman suddenly blind.
4. Old bullied. - What are unlikely.
5. I had become invisible!

- My grandmother, pretty! Focus! - I asked. - What if today you have for breakfast?

- Aaa-omelet! Yes... Omelette - with difficulty and responded.

- So! Ok. And what of today? - I continued my questioning. - Again, this is very important!

- 15 December. What? - Old zahlopala innocent eyes.

- Exactly bullied! - Swept to the head.

Otkashlyavshis, I asked:

- With whom you are talking, and?
- Who? I? - Frightened granny.
- Lord! Well, I'm not the same! For whom?
- With the angels? - Hesitantly suggested babulya.
- No! It kills me! - Zastonala I am in despair.
- Mmmm...- murmured old woman. - With these, as well as his ... From poltergeyst!

There is no longer, I stood and laughed. My grandmother crossed and edged. A strange spectacle drew attention dyadenki policeman, who put her hand on his shoulder and asked whether she had any problems. I purposely showed the order of language, wishing to cause at least some reaction from the side. And again - unsuccessfully. The policeman looked through me somewhere into the distance, and obsessing over chewed the cud. Waving a hand, I turned and went away. It was urgent to find any mirror or window to see if the...

Shop women's clothing lured me into their pre-space, promising discounts, exclusive shopping and a good mood. The mirror was hung only in the fitting room, where I went immediately. Fortunately, with my expression of everything was in order! But the fact is, in the course of the play does not change.

In the closest booth came a woman in a red puhovike, bearing in hands the whole armful of things from a new collection.

- Ouch! - Exclaimed the lady. - Who is here?

I am silent, vzhavshis in the mirror and staring back at her at point-blank range. Having received no reply, she drew forward his hand and felt my head.

- Aaa-and-a! Help newcomers! - Plowshares lady, departure from the comet and ronyaya booths on the floor of all things.

- A-and-a-while! - Peredraznila I also cried loudly. - Kashchenko rest!

A line in the fitting room has poredela and adviser to collect rags and giggle while discussing abnormality client.

I crossed over Mount koftochek and pants, and ran into the street - take one of fresh air.

Khrushchev in the yard at home, I found a swing, zaporoshennye snowballs. Otryahnuv plate, I sat and pushed legonko. It is easier to think when you land a little bit rock, and you are listening to an acquaintance from childhood scrape iron fastenings.

So, I am invisible to others! As there is good and bad? Well, with the negative side I have already met in some detail... What we have with the positive! For example, you can rob stores! Hmm... Maybe this is fun, but not very good in terms of karma. That really would not like to rashlebyvat consequences of my actions few immoral lives a row! You can frighten people otherworldly voices! I am very amused aunty and grandmother in a shop with babarashkoy! But here, again - hidden profits and imminent retaliation by higher power! After all, why it gave me this ability? Hopefully, not before, to make me a secret agent, and renew my account for the ranks of men in black, as in the same movie!
Or maybe I just died! It was only thanks to strong energy and a variety of meditation, which I have devoted their leisure time, almost 15 years, I can talk to people living and moving objects... Well, not really! My period has not yet come, and I have the same realistic, as the houses and trees! And let no one even deceive ourselves about this! This is interesting, that will tell my relatives and friends learned that I was only a voice?

I even came on the hypothesis of a parallel dimension, where I collapsed, falling from the ladder, but all of my assumptions are not explained and the essence of things is not changed!

I got up, otryahnuv with a snow, and slowly pobrela in the park! I do not remember how I walked before finally not frozen and do not get hungry! Just think - go to drink tea there, where nobody sees you do not!

Entering the small, cozy cafe, which is located near the department store, I sat for an empty table and deployed menu. Among a list of teas I looked «green sencha», as for the hot - appetizing kroassan with strawberry jam already tempting winks at me!

- Waiter! - I called baleen tow a man in a white apron.

Dyadechka okinul room look, but not finding new customers, shrugged and started to wipe wet cloth bar.

«Igor Nikolaev» - both to myself, I referred to the waiter, because of its external resemblance to a popular singer, was a kind of a good man... What remained to do - I got up and went to his side.

- Good day! - First I whispered. - Do not worry, this is not what you think, I am absolutely a real person! Just happened to me in trouble - I have turned into invisible!

- Who should have the honor to speak? - Just a whisper asked the waiter was taken aback.

- My name is Anya! This morning I fell down the stairs and became totally transparent! Take me by the hand, and you make sure that I do not HoAM!

- Igor - portrayed dyadechka, to my surprise completely justify its similarity to the star. Then he handed me a hand and I felt good.

- Hm... - He pointedly offered.

- Whew! - I confirmed. - Imagine now, as it is inconvenient - to be invisible! And I very much want to have! I'm somewhere there was a purse!

With these words, I remove from the pockets of black astrakhan black velvet jacket koshelechek, vyudila stolnik from it and put it on a plate for the little things.

- Oh! The money I see, but you - no, no! - Igor confessed. Still pochesyvaya his head, he went to prepare my order, but soon returned, bearing a tray on a hot kettle and flavored kroassan.

- You are what you will have all this here? - He asked compassionately. - You can attract the attention of my visitors! Idea picture - evanescent kroassan and flying cup of tea!

- What can we do? - Helpless prolepetala me.

- Okay! Come on! - He pomanil me inside, the door slightly for passage.

Out with the refreshments, I was horrified to think that now my whole digestive process is manifested as a hero from a famous movie «invisible man». Caution came to the mirror, I turned around and asked Igor, if he sees anything unusual.

- No, what? - He was surprised.

- Hmm. Simply I can not get in the sense, as I can see their reflection in the mirror, while for other people, I invisible?

- Listen! My shift will soon expire, so if dozhdeshsya me, I will try you with something to help!»- Made a good uncle.

- No problem! - Call me, zakidyvaya leg to leg and prityagivaya to a magazine with crosswords, smooth movement which is on the table saw my new friend.

- From hell! - Uhmylnulsya it, leaving me alone with them.

After forty minutes he returned.

- Are you still here? - Asked Igor, bring it out of his locker coats.

- Uh-huh! - I muttered from somewhere because of the angle. - Time - evening and I can hardly see the house in such a way!
We went out into the street, where scurry bystanders and merchants flowers.

- Take me by the arm, and then sobyut! - Igor said, shaking with long hair to the shoulders and smiling.

- You probably do not go on the subway! - I let out thoughtfully.

- Why?

- Just for «metroli» You are not alike!

- What a beast! - Laughed my companion.

And then I told him his version of stories about these mysterious creatures, than the final chirk dyadechku. We went to the River. In winter, there is empty, after the atomic bombing. You can find how rare that a dedicated dog lover or runners. I stood near the stone parapet on the embankment and began to throw in the half-frozen water ice pieces.

«Boule!» - Sing in silence.
«Bulti!» - Commented depth.

- You are one in the family? - As if, among other things, asked me Igor.

- One! - I sighed. - The brother died in a car accident when I was three years old!

- Parents, of course, do not let nothing and allow ... - Thoughtfully extended my interlocutor.

- Something like that. Our family has the right to vote, just Dad. He - the military and loves all the build!

- Well, at the institute? Do you have any friends or supporters?

- Perhaps there are a couple of people... But I'm not sure the truth of their friendship! Sometimes it seems to me that nobody in the whole world does not understand me!

- You're probably doing something like yoga and write poetry?

- How do you know? You that - a psychologist? - Alerted me.

- No. Rather fan of strange stories. I guess I am a good monk died confessor! - Igor laughed.

We pomolchali watching the barge, slowly plow fairway. Snow valil shaft, said traces of harboring and trees covered in white down. Cotton gray sky hovering over the ground and looked sadly into the eyes of the River.

- Why do you believe in my existence? - I suddenly asked with verve. - How can we believe in what you do not see?

- Why did you decided to come to me and tell everything as it is? - He answered the question at issue.

- Are you a good person! And then... I badly wanted to have!

- Lovely girl! Accidental meetings and circumstances do not exist! We all live in a world of illusions, which are themselves created!

- You want to say we are with you - is also an illusion? - Just was not, I rebelled.

- For anyone - definitely! People think if they decide something. In fact, most of us awake and sees invented by someone dreams. In the world of «sleeping» - the false values and perpetual motion on the closed circle: mechanical action, futile care, and animal passions ...

- How about «awakening»?! - I smiled.

- Oh! It is true masters and wizards! Their main motto is - a joyful creativity in every moment of their lives. They see the stars, while others see only the dirt under my feet!

- They run us? Or is someone who manages them? - I asked.

- Yes and no. World is too complex and beautiful, that all sort through. One can say with confidence - you start to wake up!

- Who are you? - I asked, puzzled. - At a mere waiter you do not like! Your speech, your thoughts...

- Do not do all the same? We have already met with you many times on this Earth... All ever be repeated!

- So, I became invisible, because they got the power of someone's illusions? - His illusions! Simply put, it became raboy?

- You see - you almost understood! - Igor slightly shook my hand. - There is little - disappointed!

- How is it - disappointed? What or who -?!- Still did not understand me.

- Oh, no! We have in mind - to get rid of unnecessary charm situation, false CHAR, so to speak! Indeed, some hidden profits in your current situation is all the same! Otherwise, why would you, it was becoming clear, with hidden reserves of your precious body!

- Well, first, I was annoyed and wanted to leave me all alone! Secondly, I too zamorochena at various occult techniques and spiritual practices, and sometimes even forget that I was on Earth, and eternity's in the clouds! And finally, thirdly, I wanted to feel really free! Free from restrictions, and someone else's opinion, independent of the evil and envious attitudes that forever spoil the mood... I would at least for a moment to break the framework imposed on us from childhood hypocritical god on behalf of society, to different madness, is not meeting the conviction, to make every minute his life, playing, laughing, singing songs...

I have not had time to finish, as Igor brought forefinger to the corners of the lips, calling for silence. It usah eyebrows and small icicles hanging funny, so in my head promelknula random thought, as people go to such weather without a hat.

- Welcome to the real world! I sea you! - To chant told my grateful listener and friend.

- It can not be! So fast... So tell me! What color are my eyes?

- Eyes - blue as an August sky, and hair black and straight, and shoulders! At your kurtochka black fur and a black cap, blue, slightly threadbare jeans, suede boots flat sole, blue scarf, and the same color gloves and handbag.

- That's a yes! At last! - I exhaled with relief.
Podprygnuv three times and turning around its axis, I discovered that my new friend had disappeared, not even to bid farewell!

- We meet again! - Flew to me from the depths of the subconscious voice of Igor and I, slowly, pobrela home.

- After all, a great secret that the technique actually works! And this is just great that I «wake up», - I spoke on the move, singing the popular song by the nose by Igor Nikolaev and mysteriously smiling passers-by.

- What a charming girl! - Admiringly exclaimed a young guy, I spend my delicate eyes. Flashlights covered my golden path of light snow and scintillating in the chilly air, creating an atmosphere around a pre-magic! I again became itself!