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                     (The novel, a fragment) 

                          PROLOGUE 

        The ominous dream has dreamt it, and, having woken up, it has gone at once 
To a tomb which has called him. He could not tell precisely — what for. 
It is probable to receive one more sign. And consequently, that 
It was convinced: it is impossible to neglect signals THEREFROM. In this case it was 
Alarm signal. 
        If to try, the shade will have a person — another's or not, on 
Instant or for a long time. But he too well knew, how seldom the enemy puts on 
The present persons... 
        Now Ken stood near a tomb of the one whom considered as the teacher. 
The dead person laying here, has learnt him to the main thing — to difficult art 
Survivals. In any sense the dead person was second father Ken. One father, 
Which Ken at all did not remember, has given it a life; another has helped to save it. 
        Also duel — but yet today and not tomorrow will take place. Will appear 
Somebody — super which takes this life when hour will come from Ken 
To leave, and signs in the awful inheritance what does not have the name. 
        So, in its consciousness the image of the mystical was already generated 
Triumvirate without which the way superanimala loses continuity and sense and 
Turns to pity wandering blindly. To everyone it has been taken away it is unique 
The necessary role. And it is better not to interfere with this order, in these cycles linking 
Generations, — differently chaos of uncontrollable, unrestrained wildness smetet sickly 
Walls of the interdictions dictated by expediency which is clear only 
To units. The chaos will rush from a gate of an internal underworld and will overflow all 
Those who thought itself(himself) escaped. 
        Not without reason priests-suggestory repeated blasphemous Triads 
superanimalov — antipodes «the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit»., how on 
Life extent supera all three stages — from physical aspire to pass 
Perfection to the absolute control over consciousness, — than offend 
Abstract "heavens". Spirit distortions led to monstrous changes 
— about yes, it it was necessary to recognise a flesh! Only blind or the suicide 
Could shut eyes to similar "by-effects"... 
        Ken knew for a long time about... (The son? The successor?.) about the third. He has understood, that in 
The death moment is carried out TRANSFER, much earlier, than its majority 
Contemporaries. It has not poisoned to it a youth and all subsequent life. At it not 
There was youth as in world around there was no spring. And Ken's innocent childhood 
Has ended at four-year-old age — that minute, when it for the first time 
Has independently got on the second level, into measurement of Shades. Then was 
potustoronnjaja fight, the sleep-walker with the stolen soul and murder. Inside 
Seed Kaina — a black, ineradicable, freezing interior, never-dying grew ripe, 
Sprouting again and again... 
        Not so many years have passed, and it seems, that all the worst already behind. 
Means, the lucky beggar? 
        Perhaps. 
        Especially if to compare to dead persons. 

                                1. KEN 

        The tomb has not changed and remained not profaned. That is snow and 
Ice differently decorated its and surrounding landscape, concealing outlines 
The huge cross which has fallen from the sky, but for Ken there was only a skeleton 
Realities — a skeleton over which dangled and the short-lived withered 
False mask. He has learnt to tear off it. Sometimes it was sick, very much 
Painfully, but in a hopeless antagonism with eternity necessarily you become 
Ruthless — first of all, to itself. 
        Poured, woman Ken and mother of its two children, too has mastered this severe 
And a sad science, however not up to the end. For example, she was afraid to come to 
To bomber which was a metal tomb, and did not wish to see 
Frozen corpse Loki — means, was afraid of memoirs and finally 
Was afraid of ITSELF... 
        He excused it this small weakness because she was suggestorom, 
Managed to overcome many defects of the unenviable breed. It it is expensive 
Has paid for it. Also pays till now. Traces of all gone through already 
Were designated on her face and a body — hourly payments in a coin box relentless 
Old age. And after all to it was only thirty five... He was ready to excuse to it 
Much more after got into its dreams. 
        Their communication has from the very beginning got in consciousness of mummy Poured a shade 
Incest and already there will be that till the end of its days. ITS days — it 
Is more senior and will die earlier it. He knew it absolutely precisely. It still remembered 
Fairy tales which she composed for it, fairy tales with the happy end: «They 
Lived long and happily and have died in one day... »And so, anything it not 
Will be. "Long"! That means "long" in the world where the agony at times is tightened 
For decades? And more one good question: that can mean in such world 
Happiness? 
        Ken did not search for answers. It never let in the small 
Executioners-sadists in the brain. They had to be amused with others — with 
Those who was not able to counteract constant pressure of a non-existence: a vice 
Despair, a slow asthma in hopelessness atmosphere, consciousness compression in 
Point... 
        He understood sense of an old word "incest". But even if would Pour was 
Its PRESENT mother, hardly something would change it. The Age difference 
Meant nothing. In the beginning the girl brought up the boy and looked after it, 
However somewhere on a boundary of its fifth anniversary they have started to vary gradually 
Places. Especially brightly it was showed after arrival Mortimera Measuring 
Death. 
        It has appeared, Ken could offer something to it and other inhabitants of the Cave. 
For example, protection. By that moment Leo has died, and the Plenty has turned to a beaten map. 
The child has surpassed adults. Ken was not going to to surrender. It scooped whence 
Force of a life without which relatives would not stretch also day. For quite some time now it 
Felt (the?) as at home there where Poured was afraid to look. It 
Without trembling owned what she was afraid even to touch. In general, it 
Dominated in their union. Also became its unique support after has died 
The uncle the Plenty. 

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        The life was reduced to very simple and ruthless things. But a source 
Secrets has not dried up. Ken was again called by a tomb. Before the such happened only 
Twice, and every time it meant approach of deadly threat. And after 
Overcomings he learnt something new — about itself(himself), about the world and about that, on what 
It is capable superanimal in the conditions of extreme danger. 
        Whether it would be desirable it to settle genetic potential and to reach a limit 
The possibilities? No. He understood, that for it it will mean 
Way end. Its successor will reckon from that level, on which Ken 
Will stop. Therefore there was nothing, except doomed to defeat 
Struggle against own incomprehensible future. The program operated, nesmotrja 
On what. 
        ... Ken has spent any time, cutting down steps in ice jaws, 
Which held a bomber death grip. And it did this job not 
For the first time — over and over again it was destroyed by incurably sick nature. Millstones 
Storms erased and milled everything, that human weakness could bring 
It in a victim. But Loki Ken saved a tomb in inviolability. 
        Once he should persuade huge work Poured to take away it on 
This place. Generally, it would find a den of a predator and without it — by then 
At it specific ability to find out has already enough developed 
TRACES superanimalov. But Ken would like, that it too has touched Force, 
Has let in it itself, has allowed Force to operate, changing the human 
Essence... 
        It was still the boy, and it was not a superohm. As a result test 
It has appeared too difficult. Force hardly has not crippled it. Possibly, not all in 
Order was and with its mind — after everything, that she has gone through. But where 
The standard with which Ken could verify its condition? It and all 
Conscious life felt itself not quite normal. Mity which surrounded 
It, did not allow it to forget about it since it has ceased to spoil 
Diapers... 
        While it cut ice, the pair of polar wolves kept at some distance from the owner. 
The huge male he named the Plenty, and a female — Barbie. Probably, at Ken was 
The perverted feeling of gratitude. Anyway, he knew, that these two 
If necessary will give for it the lives. 
        With such cover it was possible to be afraid of nobody. More correctly, ALMOST 
Anybody. And it has already felt the latent threat against which all wolves are powerless 
The world. And supera too, for that matter... 
        At last Ken has reached a cabin. Several years ago it has covered it 
Metal sheets, having fixed their bolts. Something has turned out like 
Rough, but a reliable sarcophagus. Inside all remains almost same, what 
Was in day of death Loki and Barbaras. Ken did not touch also corpses; held down 
Frost, they were well saved and represented an integral part 
Final scene. At least one, the most considerable instant of that 
The terrible drama played in an eternal gloom, it has been stopped and lasted, and 
Lasted, and lasted... 
        Once for Ken there was the present shock this freeze frame, as if 
Stolen from another's memory. And something has been really borrowed 
At to death frightened beings. More precisely — at mummy Poured, long 
Coming to the senses... Ken has overcome the panic horror installed in mitov 
(Babaem? A monster?) Loki, also has like deep respect for the one who learnt 
It even after the death. 
        In particular, Loki has relieved Ken of feeling of fault with which that was tormented, 
Having appeared Barbie's involuntary cause of death. And once young the super has learnt, 
That mitov sometimes kill from compassion... 
        And here Mortimera Ken despised. And at all did not consider as a tomb the thrown 
Place where remains of the dead person rolled. It suited unless that 
To come and urinate on a corpse of the enemy. But Ken has not been inclined to cheap gestures. 
To celebrate need, profaning memory died, — on it worst were capable of 
suggestorov. Some superanimaly — for example, Mortimer, — preferred 
To make it with the live. But now on ice gravestone Morti were wetted 
Ken's wolves. 
        ... It unscrewed nuts naked fingers as easily as would do 
It is a wrench. Its skin did not freeze to the metal covered with the mysterious 
ideogrammami hoarfrost, and nails reminded the firm bent claws more and more. 
It was necessary to try strongly to break them. Growing, they caused to it 
Considerable inconveniences. It was possible to blunt them, scratching on concrete, but usually 
Ken shortened claws exact blows of the hunting knife. 
        He would be surprised, if has learnt, whose carrier of a heredity it 
Is. And if at all has not lost at the same time with children's sensitivity 
Ability to be surprised. 

                        2. MOTHER 

        Poured looked at Ken's playing children. Recently it and 
Thought: not «my children», and «Ken's children». She even more often felt 
The superfluous. Indispensable companions of this feeling were opustoshennost and melancholy. 
        Children played silently, not noticing its presence. But also did not stir to it 
To think. Strange game for three-four-year-old kids — to any measures. 
Oh, these two... In any sense they were already self-sufficient. They not 
Required it. The father and wolves brought it meal. Its children did not test 
Requirements even in parent caresses. Let alone fairy tales, which it 
Once composed to kill intolerable hours of expectation near a fire. 
        It remembered the past. Another's children easy fell asleep under a sound of its voice. 
These two easy fell asleep only when Ken was a number. And who knows, 
What FAIRY TALES were "whispered" to them in darkness by its horrible brain? That 
Such communication exists, she was convinced time and again... 
        Whether it is possible to interfere with it or though something to correct? And whether it is necessary 
To interfere? She did not know. It was the weak woman who has lost ability 
To dream and dream. Something has left bevozvratno, and something has died inside 
It. Perhaps, it was its own youth, a silent refuge, which it 
Has imperceptibly left, — and already not to find road back. Remained 
Memoirs, but they are similar to stuffed animals: neither a smell, nor movement, live 
Breath... 
        And meanwhile much repeated: the same pages flashed in 
To the life book; every days she looked through one, then following. Time 
Flied. Sometimes there were already indiscernible separate events, 
Embodied on these pages; much has been greased or pisano by blood... 
Poured lost itself; there was only this bewitching and frightening white 
Flashing. As snow. As a storm. As disappearing on a frost of a cloudlet of breath... 
She thumbed through the days. The further, the faster. 
        She did not wish to grow old. However something has understood: ageing begins 
From a brain. All then comes the rest: an ache in bones, weight in feet, 
Not bending waist, pains, wrinkles, dying off of fabrics, blindness... 
        Poured has shuddered. Of what she thought, before has afforded 
To become limp? Ah yes, that much repeats, but with the small 
Changes — and for some reason always to the worst. To take, for example, today's 
Evening. All it once already was: a fire, the playing child and it in a role 
Mothers. However, now children two, but it — still only In the ROLE 
Mothers. And it is not important, that it took out and has given birth tormently to these two (the huge 
The half-metre babies covered with a golden down). It is not important, that it 
Has raised their milk, — they did not belong to it. They belonged 
Ken and the frightening unknown future in which Poured simply does not have a place. 
It another's, the past vestige, the used tool. The female who has made all, 
That from it it was required... 
        To it it was bitter. So it is bitter, that it hardly constrained tears. 
        Poured suddenly has caught itself that cannot begin to cry in them at all 
Presence — not to find out once again the weakness. 
        Kesha (that, small, irreparably changed Kesha!) has felt 
Its pain on distance. Would run up, would nestle, would try to console. 
These two — are ruthless. A pain for them — only stimulus to development. And Ken 
Became same. The pain signals about an error. A pain — a lash returning 
On a way true or forcing to go forward. Perhaps, there, where 
Pains do not exist in general... 
        Way superanimalov, be it prokljat! 
        It has coped with herself and has not burst out crying. 
        So, what was that far evening? The book and the dried flower. 
The flower was already scattered in a dust, and the book... Ken despised any fetishi. Poured and 
Itself understood: that it is possible to destroy is senseless to cling. It 
You doom yourself to regrets and new sufferings. And nevertheless she did not want 
To leave the perfect past, in which love, tenderness, good and 
Hope were not an empty phrase. 
        It fairly resisted. At least, it could not give up 
In patience. Something helped to keep. At Poured there was "medicine". 
For example, the book was a "kind" thing from "good" times — Poured took 
It in hands when felt inflow of forces and belief. But it happened all less often. 
        And for other mood it had one more talisman. When 
It became intolerable badly, she resorted to correct, repeatedly 
To the checked up means. Silent Fried — the severe adviser. The cynical girlfriend, 
Not sparing its weaknesses and last snotty illusions... 
        Poured with shudder thought that will be if again it is necessary 
To start a knife. If only not to go mad and to kill children. To kill Ken 
She will not manage any more — even in a dream. It has surpassed for a long time Loki in protection art. 
        And? Whether it can kill herself? After all it so simply to make, 
Especially in SUCH evening. Gloomy in any sense of a word. And lonely, 
In spite of the fact that its children — a flesh from a flesh — play with each other absolutely 
Nearby. And Ken far. Too plays with the phantoms in dangerous games, 
Which she did not understand and did not wish to understand. So who from them the madman? 
It would not undertake to confirm something with full definiteness... 
        But this time Poured has not had time to take from a leather sheath to Silent Fried, 
To feel palpation of mystical heart and to test, how much far 
It is possible to come, giving in to a suicide temptation. 
        Wolves whom Ken has ordered to protect the Cave have outside raised a howl. Poured, 
Certainly, it could not be compared to children whom it is free 
TALKED and played to wolves, but all the same she has learnt to distinguish 
Tonalities and separate voices. It needed all some seconds, 
To understand: similar howling she did not hear never before. 
        Someone came nearer. 
        Not Ken. 
        The stranger. 
        She knew, that only the super can cross ice desert. Or 
suggestor — if will very strongly carry. But suggestorov wolves silently 
Broke off on pieces. 
        New trouble. 
        All repeated. A life — a vicious circle; the world — worn out 
Plate. 
        Again war. 
        Whether forces will suffice at it to go through inevitable losses? 

                        3. CAUTION 

        When Ken has opened "sarcophagus", it seemed to it, that in a cabin 
There is any movement. But it was only fleeting game of light and 
Shades. For light his eyes quite sufficed... 
        He has seen the same, that mummy saw once Poured, before 
Has run away from here, carrying away the child and the book. In perception mita here all was 
It is impregnated by horror, but it was necessary to dissolve its sticky veil as opened 
Absolutely other picture, and stay in a dead head of an angel of death 
Got the sense, accessible it is far not to everyone. 
        Ken should not concentrate at all. Too for a long time it was 
It is adjusted on wave Loki. That sent it signals, as if a disappeared star, 
Light from which still reaches the far Earth after years... 
        But here there was still Barbara. About, how much sufferings it has once caused 
To the boy! Involuntary the murderer, she and it has forced to enjoy a fault bowl to the bottom. 
One time it even was close to suicide. Also it was rescued, having come here. 
It has received the invitation, naturally, in a dream. 
        It has talked to (present) dead Barbara, and that has excused him. And 
Then potustoronny laughter Loki also has at all relieved it of a trap of a false sin, 
In which the expiation bait, — that laid, on what were caught usually 
Admirers of the crucified innocent person. Were caught here more than two millenia... 
        In day of the next revival Ken has made flight together with 
Angel, has heard, as the infernal chariot of war roars, has seen  destruction 
Millions, has comprehended a vanity of a human life — and has found force to live further. 

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