That was a first Hope. The House of the Father. It's exists! I hear some voice. Whose?
"Where is that light, |
That through the darkness
Would lead me
To my Father!"
The light appeared and was gone again. I lie on the bottom of ocean of someone's feelings. But where are my feelings? I want to get back to myself. The thoughts lifted me from the bottom and started to carry up. Quicker and quicker. Something hindered. Some unknown flying object came to the view.
- Who are you?
- Don't interrupt me. Don't you see - I am emerging!
- Wait, let's talk. I have so much of everything. Do you want me to give you? It would become easier for you.
- No, thanks, I am feeling at ease, there can't be easier. What do you want? Who are you?
- I am a tsar. I want a happiness for all people. I am already called a Redeemer. I am Romanov.
- Wait, we already have some tsars and not one. I knew one of them. Quite a handsome man. I think his name was Romanov-Dalsky. So, I'm sorry, I can't keep too many tsars in my heart. They can start fighting in there. A war would unleash. You see, my young friend, could be a war!
- War is war, other doesn't counted. All is good that brings to victory!
- Understand, but sorry, I fly away!
- Wait, he is Romanov-Dalsky, and I am - Romanov-from-Altai!
- So what? One is not sweeter when another. I have no space for two.
- I don't recognize him and don't recognize myself, just joking.
- Good, pleased to meet you then, Maria!
He stretched his hand and smiled with a broad and open smile of tsar:
I bent low before him and whispered timidly:
- I'm very pleased. Can I go?
- Of course, a little more and you are free. Attention, a photo for memory.
I was photographed with the young tsar and flew further up.
In a middle of day light there was a phone call right in the ocean. I was astounded. Anything could happen, but to ring like that by phone?! Just incredible!
Long ago forgotten man's voice invited me or, more likely, sent in the unknown direction. I also sent him there. In a minute there was a call again. Almost with frenzy I grabbed the device, and... the voice had some old claims towards me. Once in darkness I mixed him with my beloved, but after made him out, and he put on a mask. I tried to take it off - he didn't let me. Now he stated his hints in a strong believe that I am connected to him by love forever. But I thought: if it so why don't I feel? He has his head, and I have my feelings. He calculated me, and I can't count. Only till three. And it turns out - the third is weird.
- Sorry, but you create a Bermuda Triangle. I could have done without you. Don't drive another anomaly. Hear, you are not my savior. I found him already. Sorry.
He understood that he won't take me by his head.
- You know one person says hello to you. She saves the world. She said something that for a full rescue she needs money and the sum is quite decent. She says that you owe her because she rescues you first of all as a most lost one. So - hello to you from her and her husband!
A cold shiver run down my spine, the hairs stood on end. An inconceivable rage began to boil.
- Ah, your mother! Tell her that I will surely draw her a check for works. There will be a decent check, a large sum.
I hanged up. In the head a thought began to boil: "That is the reason, rather one of the reasons of emergence of the triangle in expectation zone of Assol. Here is the anomaly emergence reason. And all this brought down on unfortunate Assol! Well, okey. I will sort things out soon!”
I made a start with the foot from the telephone set and, with a speed of a bullet, departed upward. While flied, I went on: "Nothing can influence a speed of bullets. But, there can be a war! But, nonsense! War - a hogwash! The main thing - maneuvers!" - so my black Mashka used to say. And she knows traditions, she opened for me an eye on the hand palm. Then I saw it on the palm of the Woman Cyclops. She will help me.
- There appeared a strange little small fish. It looked at me...
There are hundred thousands of Ivans got stuck in the Bermuda Triangle. We need a net. It's time to catch not fish, but...
I waved her away as an importunate fly: "I will sort it out myself, understood?! Get lost from here, don't disturb!"
Suddenly the small fish started singing:
I WANT TO UNDERSTAND WITHOUT MAGIC AND MIRACLES,
WHO IS MORE ARTFUL - LIFE OR DEMON?!
At this moment my head jumped out together with the trunk in a dazzling-blue air.
That is so nice! I sit in a valley of white tulips, among mountains. I felt pity to flattеn the flowers.