I closed the ears. But the eyes saw everything. It was a live conveyor of death. Then they appeared on his back, and a new space in which there were villages and cities, forests and fields, bogs and mountains was formed. It was not our earth. It turned into an assemblage of disgusting garbage and collections of waste.

And people among all this chaos... They didn't live. They were dead. I went a bit down. Here the whole cities of sufferers - they are doomed because aren't capable to forgive.

Some strange people without memory scurried among them, that were the fast-promising. I saw some cities of broken hearts, I recognized some poets among them. There passed the acquainted satirists. On their bodies and souls the bleeding wounds of others. The crowds of losers were going through the stinking bogs of fear, and pedantist were getting stuck in the silt of doubts. The envious and proud people looked with the stupid muzzles at their children. On the barrows of former immortality sat the indifferent ones and smoked their joints. Nearby quietened and helpless in their nobility men were dying by slow death. They gradually were loosing their faces and became similar to whimsical and nervous women, complaining of life. Some men sat on the mountain, on their faces a trite greatness was drawn.

Below some crafty ones and flatterers were pushing each other. Slightly farther, at the foot of the hill, there were the eager of revenge, and further away - the desperate women, breaking their hands in sobbings and tearing the hairs on their heads. They tried to pass closer to the mountain. But they weren't let. A chaos reigned. Far away the people of oblivion sat in a full immovability. Many of them lost their faces. It was the ocean of lack of individuality. It surrounded the mountain with a ring.

I saw a lonely figures also. I went down below to see closely the faces and I didn't find the loneliness. On their faces there were some ulcers of pseudo-beauty from the know-all diseases, and I thought: how to call this loneliness, and I understood – loneliness from deprived of sense of rest, hiding excesses and vanity.

Some cobble-stones of unnecessary belief rolled everywhere. The fields grew with tall weeds of platitude, and a fat laziness gave a smacking kiss and sucked in all who stepped into this field. The part of people rested foreheads against the deadlocks of desire. They can't already be helped.

The voice prompted:

                           “Fly by, sister,
                           Here isn't valid
                           The purity of sheets”.

I rushed with the last bit of strength and began to rise. But it was not so simple. I was pulled to one of the jaws of the heads of the dragon. Unexpectedly a quiet languor slowly began to get into my consciousness. The body relaxed, there was a desire of captivity of improbable force. I wanted into this jaw, wanted till shout. I never before had such a strong and voluptuous desire. It held down my wings. The abyss attracted and called. I closed the eyes and rushed down as a stone.

I regained consciousness. I lie on the silk blankets. Some bracelets on the hands and feet and necklaces press as a gravestone. There is a hot and exhausting heat. An east country. A diversity of aroma smells. Seems it's India... The thought ceased to flow. I was overcome with laziness. A face of handsome man bent over me:

- I am your teacher. I will reveal to you all the secrets.

- And where are they?

- Who?

- The secrets.

Looking at me with a caressing look, which was involving my soul in a narrow opening of some strange vessel, he swallowed the saliva and made a purring sound:

- You was nearing me for a thousands years. I waited for you, dear. You are my wife. All the secrets are in tantra. I will love you.

I began to doubt. He sat me down, some silent women run in. They dressed me in a sari. Everyone left. For some reason I became sad. The night had come. He was making a night's puja - a tantric ritual with a magic penetration into the future. A gold figurine of a Goddess dexterously rotated in his hands and changed the clothes.

I sat, understanding nothing, and was all eyes. It was somehow awkward. He sometimes raised his eyes on me and mysteriously smiled. The Puja was made in order to simpler lay me on the love bed. I resisted. So time went on. I didn't give up.

He himself, as soon as morning would come, prepared an ablution, gave me to drink a coffee. After we would drive to the town on his motorbike. He brought me to different houses of very rich people. They submitted to him in everything. For some reason one owner took out a huge number of bags with money, and my teacher disposed where to bring them.

I felt strange. A suspiciousness got into the heart. What do all of them want? Every night his persuasions became more and more persistent. A heaviness in the heart increased.

- Maria, tell that you are my wife. Nothing is needed - only tell! - he began to persuade.

I understood that it will be a lie if I say such words.

- Forget that you are Russian. Forget friends. Forget Russia. You will have all the knowledge. You wanted it? Yes?

His tender look slipped over my hand. In drowsiness I removed a big ring with Alexandrite from my finger and put on his finger.

- I think so. I don't remember.

He brought me to some gardens.

- You see, all yours. All my country will be yours. Will you be mine today?

- Well... - I whispered inertly and lost my mind.

We lay on the floor of his cell. He was slowly taking off the last of my clothes. Completely naked! And suddenly I hear the words:

"He says: I give you the half of the world, But I tell: I don't want! He says: I will give you the whole world, But I stand in silence. He says: I will give you all Universe, But I stand and laugh! He says: well, you want, I am each your hair, each thought With money will load? How he spoke! How he spoke! I wouldn't be able so!" (v. Oxikovsky)

I heard Volodya's voice. He sings it. I shuddered:

- No, I don't want!

The Indian yogi was upset and even became angry:

- But who will ask you?

And here, as a lightning, an unexpected decision came: "If these desires are living in me and they are mine, let me die in a fire of passion. If not mine - let them perish!"

The desires were gone. I understood everything and thought soberly. I had a strength. And a rage.

"Ah, is that so, you are just a deceiver! I will show you now!" - I thought to myself, but told him:

- Take me, - and I turned into a butterfly. His mouth tried to gulp me, but the butterfly danced its dance in the dragon's mouth. He was enraged, and cried:

- - For twenty years in the Himalayas I was suppressing my dragon, but as soon as I saw you - he came out!

The butterfly rushed up to the very sky and disappeared behind the clouds.

But long to fly as a butterfly it's impossible. It has too short life. I turned into woman again. After all went smoothly, as over oil. I learned the main thing - transformation. And … an infinite chain of transformations from one millennium into another. Death - birth. Birth - death. For how long all this proceeded? Only God knows.

Once early in the morning I was woken by a delicate aroma of flowers, and a pure fresh smell made my nerves laugh. I raised my eyelashes. A lake. Some strange lake with white lilies and yellow water-lilies. The known couple in black loose overalls carried me by a small ship. On the water, with the gold patches of light, played the inscription: "SANTA MARIA".

What a bad dream I saw! In the distance at the horizon as a scarlet tape something familiar sparkled. "That is my "Wanderer" with scarlet sails! I missed it so much! Quick on the ship! The team waits for me for too long!"

The couple began to row more intensively. The ship came nearer. It shook imagination by the beauty and as a huge bird Rukh, stretched its silk wings. There is a song was heard:

"Angel in the sky With the silk wings, With a silk soul! Angel in the sky, Make everything, as before..." (v. Oxikovsky)

I ascended to the bridge of my ship. There were only the ship's boy, the Beauty and the Black Dress coat.

- Beauty, but where all others?

- They are running around. Wandering everywhere.

- And what is this one, in black, does here?

- This one? He is looking for something all the time. He himself doesn't know for what.

- And you? You know?

- Of course!

And my Beauty started singing. I didn't know that she has such a beautiful mellow voice:

"About far away worlds, about magic gifts That ones will fall under my feet. About boundless seas, about open doors Behind which they trust, love, and wait for me..."

My God, how she sang! What became with my Black person! He shone! His eyes were as two bright beams. Look. They are like stars. Their light will go to us eternally. And the song flew:

"A lot of things won't repeat, A lot of things will be not right. Now I am after thirty, It is a time to dream - About far away worlds, about magic gifts..."