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					(An optimistic variant) 

				[Other name: the SUN of MIDNIGHT] 

					  (The novel, a fragment) 


				In the sun centre lives trehlapyj a raven, 
				In the moon centre there lives a toad. The sun and the moon, 
				Being are devoured by a monster, lose a course, 
                                Lose light. 
				      	   "Huainan-tszy" (2 centuries BC) 

				The wind from the east overcomes a wind from the West. 
				   		Mao Tszedun (13 centuries hidzhry) 


			PROLOGUE 

				I have been created for years, 
				But has very little changed. 
				I - the government tool, and also the industries. 
				My purpose - to order about and operate you. 
							Frenk Zappa 

     IT moved as the bad message advancing epidemic of a medieval plague, 
But it only rough analogy. The plague extended with speed of a wind 
Or a sick animal; ITS speed has been limited only by expediency. 
Sometimes ITS influence was shown in the form of the unknown person before illness with 
Lethal outcome - fast and inevitable. Thus ITS owner allocated 
Instead of a terrestrial life other life - practically eternal. Also presented, 
Accordingly, eternal good fortune. 
     The owner has created a virtual Colony, something like the information 
Kind reserve homo sapiens. And IT was the intermediary. Actually IT 
Offered rescue - right now and without any efforts. It is difficult to believe, 
How much at IT was potential clients. 
     IT read out the information at genetic level, being embodied in matrixes. 
Only one of doubles possessed viability; another lost it 
Automatically. From IT there were no medicines. Probably, some 
Possessed immunity, however the one who has created HIM, yet did not hear about the such 
Lucky beggars. 
     IT did not have a daddy and mummies, but it could have copies: one, two... 
Yes though one million. But hardly they appeared simultaneously is would result 
To the over-expenditure of precious energy. Among all words designating 
Various ways of the reproduction, the word was the most suitable to ITS case 
"partenogenez" though also it did not settle an essence of the matter. HE was not interested 
Own past, and past of all the others - only in that degree, in what 
It defined the present and the future. It helped to track down the elite. 
     To IT was all three days from a sort, and IT yet had no form. What 
IT will accept shape, depended not on IT. IT stayed in expectation of matrixes. While 
Everyone, casually appeared on ITS way (but not planned victim!), could not 
To define the reason of the irrational phenomena. ITS approach was felt by dogs and 
Chest children. Sleeping IT could be presented by something like a night nightmare for 
Instant before definitive crystallisation. Remember, how you learn about it? 
Air is inexplicably condensed; there is an unconscious stickiness of a dream; 
There is an Arctic cold in guts... And anybody (even HE) did not understand, 
Why nightmares precede "resettlement" - after all the Colony was 
Analogue Edema to which all subconsciously aspire to return. And if 
The result is identical, who will notice a fake? Whether it is possible to name in general it 
Fake? ITS owner gave to matrixes everything, that was on the Earth 
Imperfect, not finished and simply unattainable. Everyone found that 
Searched. 
     Any blessing has not been introduced from the outside. The civilisation itself has opened 
Mass artificial way instead of individual natural - it is ready 
Longer and difficult. Probably, it has been provided by its evolution. 
That is, "the perfect new world" - realised substitute arose 
Utopia new and all subsequent generations. 
     Religious fanatics considered as ITS fallen angel that was, of course, 
Very far from true. The people who unfortunately have lost blind belief, used 
Slangy terms "glitch", "cinema", "shades", also were in own way right - that 
Case when any true is relative. Probably, IT was a glitch-hunter. 
HE did not know a name of the prototype; HE at all did not suspect that once 
There was a prototype. HE fairly considered itself(himself) as generation Dark Angela 
Also was most perfect of its creations, the ultraprecise tool liked 
Child, last hope for its time came to an end. 
     In different places Angela named differently: the Demon, Spirit of the Chasm, 
"Абраксас-2", the Orbital Control, Grebanyj Mozgokrut... But only 
Six hours ago, having come across on lonely dervisha-revolvershchika in 
To concrete cave on "Pass of wanderers", the hunter has received from it 
Forbidden name Angela. 
     To cope dervishem it was uneasy, however it happens - before 
revolvershchik has plunged into the Seventh condition and has become the impregnable. And a name 
It has appeared difficult and ridiculous; probably, business was in specific vibrations. 
Dervish, the which has left by then "a secret garden", it is not so legible 
Has uttered: 
     -- The stationary Companion... 

			THE FIRST CHAPTER 

				You can leave at any moment, 
				But you never can leave from here. 
						Group "Иглз" 

     It was in days of late rainy spring. Snow has descended recently; the nature 
Plentifully menstruirovala. The "dangerous" period, mean month came nearer 
April, but was no place to undertake to a pure seed. Trees reached for the sky and 
Drank earth poison. The poisoned rivers flew on the south, carrying away washed off by a high water 
Fertile layer in a deep hole of the sea. The sun was shown seldom; about that, 
That it is, only steadily increasing temperature reminded. Here and there in 
Air already smelt as decay. At night the sky was sometimes cleared - as if someone 
Wiped a rag the misted over glass, - and it was possible to see dim stars and 
The disk of the moon which have been taken a bite by darkness. Appetite of darkness varied from night by the night. And only 
The rhythm of a space waltz in which heavenly bodies were turned, remained 
The invariable. 
     Revival inevitably came every year. The next began 
Cycle of reproduction. The spring will be replaced by droughty summer, then will be windy 
Autumn, glass winter... All the same the ineradicable life triumphed, 
Adapting even to the most severe conditions. And, of course, a ray of hope 
Never gas. It meant an emergency exit even for the most stray souls. 

			*    *    *

     The damp wind shook a guide sign and abstrusely hooted in a texture 
Neon lamps. Any of them was not shone. Gnutye tubes made an inscription 
"Motel" the Wood glade "". Melancholy music of this devil's Aeolian harp 
It was audible almost always. She at all did not prevent Ravilju Bortniku to sleep. 
     She prevented to be awake to it. 
     In a dream he did not hear anything, except tender whisper of the chimeras generated 
Its subconsciousness, but strong to fall asleep and as it is necessary to sleep off to it it was possible 
Seldom. 
     The motel name was purely conditional. It is more ten years ago wood 
Have cut down in radius of semikilometer from a filling station and even vykorchevali 
Stubs. Now every spring Bortnik watered with gasoline and burnt young growth, 
That nobody could steal up not noticed. Round thrown cottages, 
Standing the dense group, formed a stain of the burnt earth. Last 
Such operation Ravil has turned couple of days ago, and till now in air 
Smelt as ashes. Bortnik considered, that the institution is time for renaming for a long time in 
"Black plesh". However, it spat on how this place is called, - it 
Was only the mercenary with the enslaving contract. 
     When has darkened, Ravil has let out from an open-air cage of wolfhounds and it was locked in 
The cottage with the semierased tablet "Administration". A letter circle 
"r" Just coincided with an old bullet aperture. Protection system for a long time 
Has failed. In motel there was no lodger. And hardly somebody 
Will appear the next days. A dead season. 
     On parking - it is empty, short of into smithereens broken "samary". 
The day before yesterday it was dragged by the tractor which was regularly clearing away a line. Own 
"Gazelle" Bortnika with a full tank and the loaded accumulator stood in 
Underground garage. He carefully watched serviceability of the engine. Ravil 
Was afraid of that can occur with badly armed and not so fast 
The person in the deserted place located in hundred kilometres from a city. 
And it could occur - in any day, in any night. 
     For example, today. 

			*    *    *

     It was perfect one. Its watch came to an end in a week. But it 
At the best - if there will be an idiot who will appear in so desperate 
Position that will want it to replace. At worst stay Ravilja in 
Motel it will be tightened for uncertain term. 
     Three months it did not touch women. Its irritation 
Collected, as a deposit in a glass glass. And the glass gradually lost 
Transparency... Bortnika irritated much, but most of all him irritated 
(Simply enraged!) slippery hmyrek to which belonged motel and, means, 
Ravil with all giblets. Hmyrek sat out in a city, hiding the thick 
Well-groomed bum under Blockade protection, while Bortnik daily 
Risked a life on this smelly otshibe. 
     On the other hand - and what was to do? To find job there was all 
More difficultly; in a city - it is almost impossible. To be employed by the farm laborer on a farm or in 
The landowner lock - dismiss. He knew, what is it the such. And than it comes to an end... 
     Motel did not bring not a stiver; any mizer it was possible to squeeze out from 
Refuellings and car repair shops. Thus Bortnik combined functions 
The manager, zapravshchika, mechanics and watchmen. mnogovato on the first 
The sight - and is not enough if to consider intensity of movement. Bortnik not 
Was too lazy and has counted up: on the average one by passed dolbanaja a wheelbarrow a day. 
The best days were when on a line there were governmental caravans. With 
By escort and auxiliary trailers it was typed to two tens cars. 
Sometimes even it was possible to catch all company on a lodging for the night. In such nights 
Ravil could relax. But it happened extremely seldom - caravaneers 
Preferred not to risk... 
     Any hope. A wind postanyval, walking among the smoked neon 
Lamps. Bortnik has decided, that it is necessary to break a signboard to hell and it 
Will be engaged in it very soon if weather is not changed. Hmyrju to the owner 
It is necessary to excuse it. "You will subtract from my salary, tolstozadyj", - has thought 
Ravil with hatred also has got from a refrigerator to bank with beer. It is good, though 
Electricity yet have not chopped off. It would be difficult to make - a power cable 
Lay down on two-metre depth. However, sooner or later the resort will end. 
Without light, a refrigerator and the TV watch will turn to the test for a survival. 
Bortnik was not from those who is self-assured for all hundred percent. Speaking on 
To the truth, he has not been assured and on fifty. 
     This night was remembered to it as night dog howling. Neither to, nor after it 
Has not heard anything similar. Even then, when wolves flights migrated with 
The north in the Don steppes, in live does not remain any dog, and itself Ravil 
Three days has stayed locked up in obnimku with the loaded shot-gun. During 
Seventy two hours he thought only of one: From WHAT PART of the BODY THEY 
WILL begin? Eventually he has decided, that will better carry itself a shot a head, 
If wolves rush into a cottage... But that time the Allah has taken pity over it. 
     Now Bortnik it was convinced that so happens far not always. 
     Howl, distributed about midnight, it has forced it to be pressed in an armchair more deeply 
And poperhnutsja beer. He just looked kinoshku - a "family" melodrama, 
Which broadcast Mozgokrut. Transfers from a city went with strong hindrances, 
And cable TV here was not. Despite the nasty aerial, signal Mozgokruta 
Always it appeared ideal. Another would reflect - why so, but not 
Bortnik. 
     He thought of other. Be it here not one, and with a family - you look, and 
Would feel itself much better. Regularly would like the wife, would learn 
Kiddies to understand motors... And differently it is possible to go mad from loneliness. 
     Ravilja toshnilo that occurred on the screen, but emptiness, 
Hidden in damp darkness behind windows, was still otvratitelnee... Then 
He has understood, that there are things worse isolation, emptiness and darkness, though, 
Probably, they also are generations of these three universal reasons. 
     Ravilju in general already was all the same. Not important, what exactly tried 
To push off it from rails. Important another: how much far it will sweep under 
Slope. And whether can "return". 
     ... From howling it would be desirable to run far away and not to look back, but the cottage was 
It is too small even for run on a circle. The terrible sound penetrated a shabby structure 
Through, a hard spring fought inside. It seemed, walls fluctuate, ring 
Glasses, hoot pipes, shutters jingle and the own start to jingle 
The teeth freely sitting in jaws... 
     Bortnik has set aside a shivering hand to bank and has seized a shot-gun laying at 
It in a lap. Has then made the silliest, that it was possible to make in it 
Position: has disconnected the TV. 
     It remained in private with an extraneous sound. 
     Also howl it was established undividedly. 

			*    *    *

     Mad four-footed creatures shouted continuously, intercepting the initiative 
Each other, competing in the heart of melancholy and riches of inconceivable shades 
Despair. It was crying - even more frightening that it was 
The inhuman. 
     Bortniku it became clear: even five minutes - and it will get on a wall. Perhaps, 
It was possible to stop up to itself ears, but it would mean, that he will not hear the main thing: 
As THEY vyshibut a door also will enter into a cottage. And by itself there was an old 
Sore point: they will begin with what part of a body?. 
     It has moved back in a corner, far away from the windows tightly sealed by the internal 
Metal shutters. Then it seemed to it, as walls are not too reliable. 
It has started to be turned in the middle of a room, as if any dervish-revolvershchik, 
But on clarifying effect "time Stops" to count not 
It was necessary... Everything, that was at it before eyes, has merged in the black-and-white 
Strips. Guts emerged upwards as if have been filled by hydrogen. Flashing 
The lamp on a little table looked greased. 
     Howl got the invoice of a slippery flesh. Infinitely long snakes with 
In the huge speed crept in ears and devoured a brain. A dimensionless skull 
Bortnika became for them an ideal nest... 
     The deafening roar of an automobile siren was distributed suddenly, and as 
Has suddenly broken dog howl. Bortnik hardly has not pulled the trigger from 
Unexpectedness. Well familiar sound has amazed it more strongly, than a peal of a thunder, 
And a second later has already seemed an angelic song. Ravil with noise has exhaled. 
The siren has released it. 
     He has found out, that at it vzmokli a back and palms. The lower lip was 
It is bitten through to blood, and whisky near ears is scratched. It did not remember, when 
Has made it. It has brought fingers to eyes. Under nails really was 
The baked blood. 
     It has approached very close to that line because of which do not come back, - 
Anyway, former. Having got out of a dark tunnel of madness, it 
Has felt inexpressible simplification. And still in a shower remained disturbing 
The deposit - Bortnik realised, that now on it depends NOTHING. That is, 
IT could be started over again. At any moment. 
     ... The Automobile siren prolajala still three times. In it has clearly sounded 
Irritation of the one who pulled a cable. The one who, possibly, writhed in a cabin, 
Not having possibility to make jog to a desired toilet. 
     Bortnik distinguished voices of sirens as others distinguish skulezh the variety 
Pederasts. Now, for example, on the refuelling stood long-range "KrAZ". And it, 
Bortnik, should leave and feed him. 
     At o'clock in the morning. 
     In darkness. 
     Affairs and still were not too badly. He will sell today the diesel 
Fuel. Business is business. 
     "Suicides, your mother!" - has whispered Ravil with delight. It 
Guessed, for what reason the late visitor cannot leave a cabin. It 
Has grinned to the thoughts. 
     Praise to the Allah! - with its wolfhounds all was as it should be. 

			THE CHAPTER THE SECOND 

					You can risk the bum 
					To the Doomsday, 
					But do not forget to pray. 
								Volume Uejts 

     Deacon Samson the Tomb has hidden in an ambush at the bridge through the river Udy. On him 
There was army a groundsheet to toe, put on over expensive dress suit, 
Irreproachably white shirt with ruby cuff links, a strict tie and shoes 
Manual job from the veal skin. Ostroverhy the hood has been pulled over a head and 
Hid absolutely a grey hair divided by an ideal hair parting. 
     The figure similar to a fragment of a rock, remained motionless. On pale, 
As if vytesannom from a chalk the person the press of sufferings and tortures laid: old scars 
And wrinkles, deeper, than scars. A deacon hardly considerably smiled one 
Lips are there was a fallen asleep, habitual and uncertain grimace of the person, 
For a long time forgot to laugh. 
     The chosen place seemed to it simply ideal. Even it is a pity, that 
To use it it will be possible only once. Samson never repeated. 
Repetition is statistics, and the statistican - a key to understanding behavioural 
Structures. A deacon did not wish, that someone knew about him more than he. 
Against it its instinct of self-preservation roughly protested. 
     The bridge was narrow, with a bad covering, and the car, and in 
Features should brake the heavy lorry inevitably for some 
Tens metres from it. A tomb got to any eye of the driver on a choice and on 
Any speed, but it safety of cargo first of all interested. Not 
Very much much the useful you will take from burning fragments... In front of the bridge 
The highway was crossed with a country road on which a deacon has left the 
Motorcycle. 
     He waited long. For four hours - any wheelbarrow. From the river bore chemistry 
And carrion. A deacon remained is quiet, as the boy from church chorus. It 
Possessed really angelic patience. Its secret partly consisted in it 
Success. Even if today it can return empty, he will not test 
Disappointments. In one of the next nights it will prevail, will inevitably make up 
The missed. It has been predetermined. 
     Samson usurped some excessive rights. He considered itself(himself) 
Inevitable, as the Divine penalty. Till now so it also was. 
     The right hand of a deacon laid on the automatic machine "abakan", and left was based 
On the Bible in a cover from a blued steel with the copper cross soldered to it. 
It was beautiful: the cross rejected reddish patches of light on dark, slightly 
Rough surface, and it were for some reason represented to a deacon THAT execution 
And a place of execution on a decline... And Adam's skull at bottom... And the long painful 
Death... 
     Once it has avoided in the happy image a similar fate; incorrect hardly 
Was have not punched to it palm nails. 
     Having recollected it, Samson has mentally returned on twenty years ago. 

			*    *    *

     Its way was twisting and dizzy. When to it it was executed 
Thirteen, it has started to trade in streets on this party of Blockade with 
Self-made plumelet and lead kastetom, cast in the earthen form. Such, 
As it, there were hundreds, and they finished badly. It has appeared little bit more cleverly others 
Also expected the way in advance - a straight line and nakatannuju a path in gas 
The chamber. It at the best. In the worst all would end much earlier. 
Any cellar or garbage box could become its tomb. Among most 
The advanced persons of its circle burdened with imagination and feeling 
Humour, it was called as "oven". He has some times come across on 
The finished variants. Among other things, prepared thus 
"Dish" looked bad, and smelt even worse. 
     Jihad was in a heat, and to the Tomb has knocked sixteen - age of a gonorrhea, 
Romantic errors and fatal mistakes. But it has made the improbable 
For juvenile morons like it the act - has left the volunteer in 
Christian army. For two years of service in diversionary special division 
The small small animal has turned to rather dangerous being. There it has begun 
To justify the surname. 
     Then there was a captivity. Samson has passed through all conceivable and inconceivable humiliations. 
It became grey-haired for first three days. It forced and pytali. At it almost 
Does not remain nails. He long stayed in a flank with a sewage. Sometimes 
Security guards were wetted directly to it in the person. During half a year he daily waited 
Death and really wished to die. 
     When it eventually have put on a cross, it for the first time in lives of the beginnings 
To pray. He did not know any PRESENT pray, and he had to invent 
It for itself. He prayed to the one who has brought light of the absolute in this world 
Hatred - so bright, that the light has got even into a head of the such 
Numskulls who was the Tomb... 
     Also there was to it a revelation. He has understood, all troubles whence result. 
     Its pray on a cross could seem blasphemy top, but now 
Deacon understood, that never after that case it was so is sincere and 
ekstatichen. That was the strongest religious experience which has turned all 
His life. 

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