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     For example, an altar. Devil take it, I have understood at once, that means it 
Construction from an ebony, similar simultaneously on a cover of the huge 
Grand piano, a pier glass of the beauty-vampire and ruins of the burnt down house. An altar — 
It is no more, however and it is not less. The cult equipment. On him laid 
The set of subjects which I have not managed as should be made out. But I remember, 
That there an amalgam splinters of mirrors dimly gleamed, gleamed 
Nacre fragments of bowls and small yellow-white plates, most of all 
The reminding... Yes (what there can be doubts?), a human teeth. 
     Still there there was a figure with a man's torso and a head of a black dog or 
Wolf, an armour of a turtle with the blue eye cut out on him, integral 
The fish skeleton, the become shiny cylinder with a muzzle of the dead sticking out of it 
White rabbit, asinine ear, the big emerald bowl full of the live 
Insects — whether bugs, whether ants, — which moved, as if 
Boiling porridge. A ridiculous set... Also it is impossible to tell, that the pleasant. 
     To the left of me the long line of goals was built. That is, not goals, 
Certainly, and supports for wigs. That here only was not — from grey-haired 
buklej any judge to "irokeza" with an overlay simulating 
Smoothfaced skin. Two thick candles in a clay bowl on the right flared. 
Near a bowl the chicken feathers tied up by a thread rolled. My sight 
Has moved further away — on two mertvetski pale human feet. 
Judging by the small size of foot, it there were feet laying on a floor 
The woman or the teenager. Or a dummy. However, on nails traces were seen 
Dark varnish. The skin whiteness, a full immovability — out of any doubts, 
It was a corpse. Me convinced of it and a sourish smell soaring here, 
Making a sick. Besides, I never heard about dummies with 
Pedicure... 
     Yes, a cheerful place. I have understood, that here we and will finish in prjatki. 
Further to run there was no place. Deadlock. A final stop. 
     Hundreds rags absorbed sounds. It is hardly audible candles crackled. And all 
Time I heard steps. Someone walked about on a labyrinth. Easy. Thriftily. 
At all not being afraid of my gun. Someone, whom I did not see till now even 
For a moment. 
     Has forgotten to tell, that candles were pink, and light was pink, and soon 
The twilight under a ceiling waved, as is dirty-pink jelly. Air has seemed 
To me dense, almost liquid. He was necessary to drink it with disgust, and 
Too slowly spread on interiors, impregnating their damned 
Smell... 
     Breath, exhalation... The Breath, an exhalation... Between a breath and an exhalation — expectation. 
That? Blow in a nape. I waited, that a bird — that which sits on the left 
Shoulder, — just about dolbanet me the beak. The friend is time supposedly... 
It was shot... Also it was run off... 
     From the position I saw a door edge. To it was metres 
Fifteen on a straight line. It is not enough, if you walk in park. Probably, a door 
It has been locked from within the same as it was locked outside, — that is, was 
It is sealed by a symbol "anh"... And still I have decided to risk, because have understood: 
Soon this smell will definitively dement me. A smell and the invisible maniac, 
Which likes to laugh. 
     Just in case I have clamped in a fist a souvenir from coast of Nile and already 
Has almost jerked from a place when the door has suddenly opened. I have hasty sat down. 
My sight crept from trousers on an unbuttoned jacket, a shirt, dark 
Stain on breasts, a pistol in a hand... 

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     Mine svihnutye brains the new shock expected. I have stood, trying to return 
Into place goggle eyeballs... As there it is written in the diagnosis — 
"Imperative distortion of perception"? It agree! It absolutely agree! Two 
Hands — for! Only take away me from here!. Tell to me, Sister Morfin, 
When you will come to me again?. 
     But I still was here, and there was nobody to wait for the help. 
     The security guard to whom I have raked recently a breast, has stopped on a threshold and 
Has looked round a room. However, its pupils were strange motionless, and 
The much bigger impression was made on me by the dead pupil which has hidden in 
To depth of a trunk of its pistol. Any instant he "looked" directly to me in 
The forehead, then was displaced more to the left. Together with a brush the security guard jerky turned 
Head, as if any broken robokop. 
     Its shirt and jacket has been densely impregnated by blood, especially from the left 
The parties. Blood has impregnated and the gunpowder singed by particles a tatter. I, 
Certainly, not the doctor, but, in my opinion, with such hole do not live and the more so 
Do not go. And this clown went even more exactly, than before. It has moved to 
To the nearest pass between hangers, pacing accurately, as if the Kremlin 
The cadet or the got doll. 
     It has not left to me a choice. I have adhered a pistol with a second hand, 
Aiming in its dim, nothing an expressing eye. Generally such eyes 
I saw and earlier. At stuffed animals in a zoological museum. As far as I know, to stuffed animals 
Insert instead of eyes glass balls. 
     Perhaps, it will seem to you unnatural and doubtful, but 
I very quickly got used to walking dead men. I and itself was recently 
The dead person, the truth, since then me have made presentable. Rags on me 
Were full of holes, but I am whole! However, who has told, that under a shirt 
The security guard there were processed bones and the overwound meat? Badly I still 
I think, badly... 
     And it came nearer. The mouth at it has been slightly opened, as at the moron. Undoubtedly, 
It did not close it since that second when has croaked before death 
Something muffled also it has appeared on a floor with a lead tablet in a trunk. 
I have pressed a trigger hook while "anh" has not transformed my fingers in 
Icicles. But not dozhal. 
     — To stand! — someone has sharply said. As it was found out, not to me. Well, 
That I with perepugu have not shot. Could give out itself, though hope 
Safely to sit out was really absurd. 
     He has obeyed. I mean — the security guard. Has stopped at once, hardly 
Whether with the lifted foot. Probably, something was not so with a gravity, but 
It has not lost balance. 
     At this moment our eyes have met. Neither his face, nor glass 
Balls have not changed at all. It it is simple anew perenatselil the gun. 
     — Back, a creature! — the same voice has ordered. Not man's and not the female. 
Not children's and not the senile. Only easy unfamiliar accent gave to it 
Though any individuality. — from here! 
     The security guard was immediately developed, having substituted me a back decorated 
Huge exhaust outlet. The bullet has pulled out a decent piece of meat together 
With a shirt and jacket fabric. In a wound something moved pink, and even 
Surprisingly white edge was seen. 
     — The seventh cradle, — the voice to it following has told. 
     The security guard has left, and the door behind it has slammed. In my opinion, to it 
Have specified destination. Lift me now among night, and I will repeat these 
Words: "the seventh cradle". Something was in it is in cradles and coffins, — 
Any hint on mystical circulation of a life and the death, imperceptible 
Overflowing of one in another... 
     Then I, of course, anything such did not think, and simply waited, while 
The invisible being will be engaged in me. That have left me for a dessert, was even 
Something consolatory. The enemy to be pochetnee, than a casual victim 
Circumstances. Here I agree with Klein... However I waited in vain, 
obezdvizhennyj the sheep shyness, — in the silence which has pressed down me, as 
The pillow prepared for suffocation. Ants silently pottered about in 
To emerald bowl, having linked in a disgusting live sponge, but to any 
It was not possible to get out of them therefrom... 
     At last I have understood, why all these muchachos from "Makandy" — from Victor 
To the security guard — inspire me the trembling adjoining on fear. In them not 
It was felt lives, so, weaknesses, vulnerability. They were as if parts 
The huge mechanism — indifferent to own destiny and destiny whole, 
Dead, cold, ruthless and mysterious. And the same as a resource 
Metal details, their resource was great, practically infinite, in 
Any case, there is more human. If, of course, will not be 
Somebody, who will break them intentionally, — the strong enemy or even 
The senseless child operating out of ignorance and breaking another's toys... 
The mad child. 
     — All of you have gone on her! — I have told loudly and unexpectedly for most 
Itself. I have fallen below a mark after which there comes indifference to 
To all. Time, certainly. This time has sufficed me on, that 
To walk along hangers and to pick up to itself clothes. 
     Me absolutely foolish feeling has seized: a room, in which I 
Was, it was empty; but somewhere absolutely nearby, only in insignificant 
The displaced reality, the room was NOT empty. Minimum and unknown 
Displacement entirely depended on Max innocent lamb, and to it this shizoidnaja 
The roulette started to bother... 
     As I wished to be dissolved among the personnel "Makandy", and 
prikid selected the corresponding. Strict black pair about mine 
The size I have found between a piracy frock coat of bottle colour full of holes 
And a female dress with rjushechkami. In the same number was pink, as mine 
The childhood, shirt of any pederast. 
     I have knocked over from myself jeans full of holes and a vest, having hidden them among stuff. 
All stomach, cowards and one foot have been covered by a crust of the dried up blood, but 
The bath while was postponed. After that I have dressed in mazhorskoe shmote, 
Also has carefully buried "anhi" in brjuchnom a pocket. Now they tinkled 
The friend about the friend, as the most ordinary trinkets. 
     In the end I have become impudent to such degree that has decided to walk on 
kostjumernoj in search of a tie and dark glasses. But walk has turned out 
The short. Imperceptibly for myself I have appeared near to that place, where 
There should be an owner of naked feet. 
     It is excessive to say, that on this place already anybody and was nothing. 
     Here it — that displacement. As though a certain switch has worked 
In consciousness — and I again was not one. 
     The sticky hand has laid down behind on a head; it seemed to me, that my hair 
Have instantly grown into it. I have not had time to turn back. 
     Something freezing, obezdvizhivajushchee and paralizujushchee will has got in 
Consciousness... Fast and painless trepanation... All body has frozen. 
     Through a hole in a nape the stream of dark water of the oblivion scooped joined 
From Lety. In it the brain, and in process of immersing gasli memoirs sank. 
At first — about that, what's happened, then and about itself... 
     The room has turned to a pink cloud which departured afar, and 
Together with it — my stolen shade, the stolen cradle of mine 
Infancies. The jungle which has absorbed cities rustled; has expired for horizon 
Hot purple of the sun; there ascended an ashy phantom of the moon, klejmennyj 
Huge "anhom"; the skin of drums hooted. And someone shouted in darkness, 
Repeating a power word... 
     The umbilical cord connecting me with last existence, was ruthlessly 
It is cut. 
     There came a transcendental youth. 

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