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        ... And time has then come to be excused with all and, maybe, such 
With image to pay off for all. 
        Having a presentiment of the end, But recollected the past and thought, that to it 
The sin to complain, though, of course, before death will not inhale. He died, 
Having tasted the happiness, treated kindly by destiny and admirers. Its critics were 
Are made, many of them were registered on close friends. It has seen light, 
Has much amused vanity, liked beautiful women, and those answered it 
Reciprocity, had two perfect daughters and three grandsons. The wife excused to it 
Much — can be, too many — remaining thus true 
Ornament of a family facade. However, and in an inner sanctum all was very much 
Nicely: mutual respect, the general interests, and earlier — high-grade 
Harmonious sex. But was the repeated winner something there and a member 
Various clubs, the unions, jury and the organisations. It to last hour could not 
To complain of an attention lack, him respected, with it were considered, to it 
To opinion listened. Besides it passed dotage and long 
The heavy illnesses delivering to relatives of so much efforts. No, in the evening of life it 
Did not become them a burden. But has saved, that is called, a talent spark up to the end 
The days. 
        On all left: the lucky beggar. But for some reason the lucky beggar it of 
Did not feel. On the contrary, he felt deeply unfortunate. 
        All has considerably changed in some hours. That before 
It seemed important, has become ridiculous, but some "trifles" have got 
Huge value. They occupied imagination Buta and caused present, 
Already an incurable pain as does not remain to time that them 
To correct. In a death shade genuine stones sparkled only. 
        On not clear to him to reason But has distinctly recollected, it seemed 
Nothing remarkable episodes of the life: the first student's 
Wine party; the cripple to which has given money about twenty years ago; night on seacoast 
With the stranger; a smell of blossoming gardens one April evening; a poplar, 
Silvered by the moon... The Sharp regret about the possibilities lost 
Irrevocably, gradually superseded all feelings, memoirs and sensations. And 
At any rasklade in this list there was no place to books — the stranger, 
The own. 

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        The agony has appeared short and silent. But died in the 
Private residence also has been relieved of contemplation of hospital ceilings and unnecessary 
Tiresome vanity of the personnel. Laying on a bed in a bedroom, he saw, how for 
Window the green banner of foliage laps is there was a chestnut, planted it 
Hands. In the bottomless blue sky the silvery dagger of the plane slid — 
As if a departing creed which But did not require also which and not 
Has found. 
        Then its sight has grown dull. Twilight crawled, all clouded 
Muddy veil, the snowfall from ashes has gone... Lovely crying girls — it is sincere 
Liking daughters, a flesh from a flesh — held it for the growing cold wrinkled 
Hands, but could not warm... 
        In the silence underlined before by only muffled twitter of birds, 
Suddenly the roar of drums was distinctly distributed: any far, violent, 
The protogenic rhythm promising something muffled, but frightening. 
        All has become dirty from a pain in heart. Disgust — here, perhaps, 
The last, that he has realised. Salty from tears the farewell kiss of the wife was 
It is intended the worn out ailing cover from which But has already fluttered out... 

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        But soon it has received something in exchange. He had to recognise it, 
When he has regained consciousness in a cabin as if has woken up after deep, too 
Deep dream. 
        In a cabin?! And as still it was possible to name this closed space, 
Limited from six parties grey surfaces from any uncertain 
The invoice? But did not feel movement, but was for some reason confident, that a cabin 
Moves with constant and very big speed. However, he could not tell, 
Where — upwards or downwards. Cabin walls looked so as if have been made from 
The decaying flesh which are letting out at decomposition a dim luminescence. It reminded 
bestenevye lamps in the operational. And any smells. Absolute sterility. 
        During lifetime of But did not suffer klaustrofobiej, but now it has captured 
Fear as if it has appeared in the filled up mine — and at all in mine therefore 
That any "surface" did not exist: the unique tunnel penetrated 
The Universe representing a black monolith. Neither light, nor stars, a hint 
On vital space on THAT party, cubic centimetre 
Desired emptiness... And through this tunnel the grey parallelepiped rushed, 
Not similar even on a coffin and comprising a being to which the long dreamt 
Dream about that it lived, but now it has definitively cleared up. 
        Also it has appeared alone with fear. The fear squeezed a skull. Well, on 
To extreme measure, it had a skull! But tried to grasp this positive 
Thought. A body... As if postponing the most important on then, it was switched with 
Own body on cabin walls. Has touched them: not plastic, not 
Metal and not stone. The substance which is bearing a faint resemblance to dried up substance 
Brain. So has solved But, a brain of pets seeing before only. 
        But, touching walls, it involuntarily considered also the hands. He has learnt these 
Hands. Hands thirty-year Buta. Already enough skilled, however still the full 
Vital force and young rage. Devil take it, in its position hardly probable 
It was necessary to recollect VITAL force! 
        He did not know, as to think. The past life was too real, but 
Now he felt itself(himself) out of age: it was something taken from broken 
Dolls. Naked essence. Idea of a doll. And already it is not important, that it without 
To demand have thrust in this faceless dark suit — soft, convenient, not 
Holding down movements, in every respect the IMPERCEPTIBLE. Without a uniform subject 
In pockets. Without the uniform help after which the reason could start the 
New hide-and-seek with itself. However there were no even game signs. 
        During lifetime of But did not believe neither in the God, nor in a devil, but felt presence 
A certain secret of life — unsoluble and escaping. As it was found out, death not 
Has destroyed neither secret, nor life. Butu it seemed, that all became even more 
The mysterious. On a hand there were no hours, and But gradually tended to thought, that 
It klaustrofobija — a consequence of the processes occurring in a brain, and those, in the 
Turn, — result of efforts reanimatsionnoj brigades. Thus, But could 
To apply for that will get in next knizhonku type «They have visited 
THERE »with the invaluable impressions received in the clinical 
Death. 
        Let's put, he did not see light of "paradise" and crowding souls, which 
Came back home, — it managed, so to say, a single cabin-lux 
In the express train — and nevertheless it has been shaken. Thus has not sweated, and fingers 
Do not shiver — it is cold, as a marble statue. Heart knock reminded job 
Clockwork — the indifferent, equal, mechanical sound distributed 
Through equal intervals with accuracy of a metronome. The fear has been conducted only 
Sitting INSIDE. That But without age and a floor could as much as necessary 
To choke, choke with horror, it is vain to fight about walls of new prison... 
        And was, while the cabin has not stopped. One of lateral walls — 
Before absolutely smooth — has burst half-and-half, and the formed shutters 
Were moved apart. Before Butom there was a corridor which differed from 
Cabin interiors only in the horizontal extent. Four 
Planes converged, observing infallible prospect, in a point absolute 
Blacknesses. It was to a limit the simplified world of geometrical abstraction, 
Straight lines and the corners, denying "accidents" and "abnormality", 
Which are inherent in everything in what the life glimmers. 
        Butu has suddenly come to mind, that the hell is not a place, not tortures, not 
Sufferings and a pain, not humiliation and compulsion, not slavery and not freedom, and 
Lonely, senseless wandering in the tunnel dug through the hardened 
Time, already on that party of fear of death — wandering, at which not 
You test neither hunger, nor thirst, weariness. Anything, except dementing 
Choice: to move or remain in one point. To stay. Eternally. 
        It has made the choice. It has gone, measuring steps a piece on a straight line 
Infinite madness. Its mind gave in, however any improbable 
In the image But knew: here there was an impossible. The space and time were 
Are divided. Steps and palpitation were mismatched by seconds. It in general anything 
Mismatched. 
        Madness was red colour. It warned about the approach: 
Hospital signboard at madness deadlock before which threshold roll 
The idiots doing under, and have inside fun the violent. But already heard them 
Laughter in the head... 
        That it has accepted for hallucination, has really appeared a signboard. 
Under the red letters making an inscription "Office", there was a door. But 
Not fluctuating has opened it and has crossed a threshold. To it has seemed, that he has died in 
Second time. And how much still death expect it before there will come rest? 
        In office there was no sheet of paper, any folder, a shelf, 
Paper clips. Here there was no also a case or (ha-ha) the computer. In a room with 
The table, for which was the naked walls which were letting out putrefactive light, only 
The person sat and looked on Buta the sad eyes full of understanding. To 
Buta not at once has reached, that the person is as like as two peas similar to a photograph 
Frantsa Kafka. 
        — Perfectly, — Kafka has told. — here you and profits. 
        With these words it has pulled out from the container standing to the right of it 
Wax figure which amazingly looked like Buta — ideal 
Model in scale about one to fifteen, — has turned it in hands, 
Obviously, comparing to the original, also has thrown in the container standing at the left. Sense 
This operation and remained for Buta a riddle. As in office not 
It was observed a uniform writing accessory, he has assumed, that 
Containers replace registers. And more he has had time to notice, that through a breast 
Figures the black thread fastened in knots has been passed. 
        Kafka has for a long time become silent. Occurred nothing. At last But 
Has taken an interest: 
        — Also what further? 
        — I do not know, — the bureaucrat has answered, having shrugged shoulders. — in some 
Sense, it depends on you. 
        — At least tell, that to me to do. To begin with. 
        — Yes that it is necessary for soul! Here all at your service. An inconceivable choice. 
Almost without restrictions. There is of what you could not and dream. Only it is necessary 
It is a little to get used. Believe, it not such a bad place, what it 
Described laymans. Yes you and are soon convinced. Enjoy itself, so 
To tell, in the pure state. It will not be boring is I to you I promise. Yes, nearly 
Has forgotten! One small prevention: any literary trash! 
        But has represented on the person polite bewilderment. Kafka has smiled: 
        — You did not think, really, that to you here again will resolve 
To be engaged in it? 
        — To admit, so I and thought, — have minded But, having considered «one 
The small prevention »not too successful joke. 
        — Here therefore I also warn you. Without nonsenses! And to whom, 
Actually, you were going to here to litter brains? Not to me, damn it?! I 
Books at all I do not read. 
        But has been puzzled — and it is still poorly told. It was unpleasantly 
It is amazed by absurd of the made demands. Like it during lifetime would play enough 
In foolish games, and now to it offered the new. And to begin with he has tried 
At least to find out rules. 
        — And if I all the same risk? — He has asked and at once has understood, that 
It has sounded thoughtlessly. 
        Kafka has smiled even more widely. Not ceasing to smile, it has shaken 
Head, as if for fun being distressed that has got to it so 
The dull client. 
        — I adore this job! — he has noticed, jumping because of 
Table. — Pojdemte, I will show something to you. 
        Also has shown. 

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