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        From this small sentenced planet you will not run away, be you though 
Three times rat. It seemed big only until at it was 
The uncertain future. More correctly while the future in general was. And now all 
It was reduced to the stupid and relentless heavenly mechanics: two stones with weights six 
On ten in twenty first and ten in the seventeenth tons will face on 
Heavenly ways also there will be it approximately in a week. The moment 
Collisions it is already calculated to within a minute, but we will not be petty – 
After all we have spent much more; time flew by us, it seemed 
Infinite and inexhaustible: the rivers of days ran into oceans of seconds. We 
Were engaged in surfing for cretins: slid in coastal waves on boards 
The nonsense, and not having learnt depth, and not having glanced really in 
Chasm. Now other chasm is ready to be opened wide before us, before each of 
Us. We will fail in this precipice simultaneously: seven billions bewitched 
The rabbits, terrified absurd of the death. Well, at least, on 
It still remains time. Time to think which of what. Time to make something. 
In general, time to prepare for death. 
        Unless mercy Divine is not boundless? 

                                ROSE 

        To it twenty five. Her name is the Rose. Also will call so even seven days, 
If it does not commit suicide or there will be no accident. Though 
The word-combination "accident" in the given circumstances sounds 
Funny, isn't that so? 
        At it an excellent body which she earned before to herself for a life. 
Now it was found out, that all earned will suffice with interest on all 
The remained. A rose not the vulgar prostitute. At it the refined soul, not the alien 
To arts. The refined soul she has earned not less, than a body. 
Perhaps even much more, after all it is a lot of beautiful bodies, and in the presence of money 
Sooner or later it starts to be wanted something else. 
        The rose sits in the smartest club of a city. She drinks cognac and smokes 
Cigarette with easy tobacco. In a head at it any coherent thought. Its sight 
With detachment wanders on a hall. 
        Habitues – time-two and obchelsja. The personnel was reduced more than 
Half. But that remained, similar, spend in club days and nights. It 
More there is no place to get to. The rose well understands it. She and itself feels 
So, as if from it have taken out giblets. Nadutaja air, it is ready to float there, 
Where the wind will blow. But, as the wind does not blow, it zavisla on a place. 
        – You blossom and smell. 
        Voice behind the back. She feels as a skin breath of the man. He/she is the owner 
Club. She some times slept with it. Anything especial, but to it always is 
About what to talk. More precisely, was. And now – we will look. 
        – You wait for somebody? 
        She crookedly grins and instead of the answer tychet namanikjurennym a claw 
Upwards. There, the end whence comes nearer. 
        Victor takes seat near to it on a semicircular sofa and lights up 
Cigar. He likes a beautiful life and has got used in what to itself not to refuse. A rose 
Does not doubt, as in day H it will suck at the "gavanu", while 
It "roleks" will count last minutes. But it is not excluded, that it 
Is mistaken. The situation is so exclusive, that roses can and not smell as roses. 
        And Victor really surprises her. Pensively looking in a wall, it 
Asks: 
        – What you will do, when will start to shoot? 
        – To finish drinking the cognac. I for it have paid. 
        – You can drink at the expense of an institution. From now on at you 
The unlimited credit... And you know, I and itself wish to bang at last 
Couple of morons. 
        Familiar thought. The rose thought of it several days ago. On 
To the TV she saw the reporting on paradoxical decrease in a crime rate, 
Though the quantity functioned pravoohranitelej was reduced time in ten. 
But crimes which all the same were made, differed extraordinary, 
Directly devil cruelty and enormous number of victims. For example, one 
The silent bookkeeper has cut an axe of all of those who got its previous 
Twenty years and, probably as follows has got. Such it was typed twenty eight 
The person, including the wife, the mother-in-law, neighbours, colleagues, the chief and – it is not clear 
Why – the seller of newspapers from the nearest booth. Quite possibly, the bookkeeper 
To it it would not be limited, it do not appear on its way of the guy with a gun, which and 
Has put a fat end on a forehead of the national avenger. 
        The rose has counted eight of candidates. But it did not have a weapon, and, 
Besides, after some reflexion she has understood, that will not receive the due 
Satisfactions. Its ability to receive satisfaction Somewhere has got to. 
Has disappeared suddenly, as easy gas. And, most likely, the same 
Occurred to many women and men. Wishing to drown melancholy in 
Total orgies it has appeared marvellously a little. That is, of course, sufficed 
The morons, aspiring to make up for lost time, but the well-known dogs have hung up 
Tails and members. And those who expected the big feast during a plague, too 
Have miscalculated. 
        To check up the assumption, the Rose puts a hand to Victor in a groin, 
Skilfully strokes and kneads this slackness in trousers. Reaction if also is, 
Obviously overdue. The animal is still live, but it is doomed and consequently passively. 
        The rose can rise with it in office to try to stir the friend 
The friend, but in this certificate to it something sees deliberate, almost medical, as 
Artificial breath, and the main thing which is not appeasing a nausea on the verge of physiology and 
Feelings – that disgusting invincible nausea which accompanies now 
It everywhere. It is a death nausea. 
        The rose has drunk much, but not okosela on one degree. In a head 
At it the primitive machine of desires continues to click: it touches 
Variants as if thumbs through a block calendar the next year. The machine 
Clicks, but desires are not present. Mental pictures – all well flash, 
All world for a week in a pocket, will suffice money, health too. Cocaine, Tibet, 
Sejshely, an auto racing, sects, sex, poison, church, shopping to the full extent, Bonnie 
And Clyde, a part the second – stop, it we already passed... 
        What there still remains? And, well, entertainment which is accessible now 
To everyone, – many observatories gave to all wishing possibility 
To admire a coming nearer angel of death. And thanks to the Internet it is possible 
Was to make not leaving the house. The rose saw a crappy small speck in 
Heavens, more correctly, on the computer screen – even more ordinary-looking, than a stain 
On the roentgenogram, meaning a cancer tumour... 
        The rose in vain waits from Victor, that that will throw any idea. 
It not from those who can force to forget about all. There is no need to push 
Stumbling conversation, not speaking about the remained life. Such impression, that 
Wine has exhausted, not having had time to find taste. The moment when it was necessary to drink it, 
It is missed forever. Only vinegar in the bottles sealed by sealing wax of loneliness, 
Only vinegar. 
        – All is ridiculous it, – he says, as if guessing its scraps 
Thoughts. – also there is nobody to blame. That rare case, when human nonsense 
At anything. 
        In other words, there is nobody to vent rage, the Rose, but not has thought 
Began to speak it aloud. Laziness was to cling to trifles. Have really come 
Those blest times when to anybody to anybody there will be no business? Live 
Also do not prevent to live another. 
        But also for this purpose too late. 

                                TOURISTS 

        They laid, having a rest after long frenzied employment by love. 
Midnight approached. They were surrounded with low old mountains. The sky has been covered 
Stars. The cold gradually covered heads and hearts. 
        These two and have run earlier from city serosti and a smog, got 
In the remote corners on its motorcycle, put tent and lived as primitive 
People. Breath of the protogenic nature returned them forces. They loved each other 
Here as, under stars, on a kind at all Galaxy. The only thing, that it 
Never forgot, it to be protected. Considered what it is not time yet to get 
The child. Well, it has appeared the rights. The child really was to what. 
        It also was now protected. He did not ask, what sense in it. 
This time they have got very far and were not going to to come back. More correctly, 
Could not return. On a way back simply there will be no gasoline. It 
Adjusted it, aspiring to come to be as it is possible further from a civilisation, as if 
It was a question of nuclear war. It was innocent self-deception. Is worse nothing than hard drinking. 
        It laid motionlessly, looking on a blinking point in the sky. Star 
Shine was reflected in damp eyes. He has understood, that at it on mind, earlier, than 
It has opened a mouth. 
        – And suddenly will escape what at station? – Has slowly spoken 
It. – you represent, what it? Absolutely alone in emptiness. And then they will begin 
To fall on the Sun. Long they it is stretched? Half a year? Year? 
        – All we will burn in one hell. Nobody will survive, – he has told, 
And itself has thought: «Perhaps it and to the best. It would be devilishly unfair, 
If the elite govnjuki from the government has sat out in any bunker 
Or in an orbit, and then have returned on all gotovenkoe and have begun to divide 
New, cleared from are nasty the Earth ». 
        – You malicious, – have told it, having inflated sponges. 
        – Yes, I malicious, – have agreed it. – but is not more malicious than those who has poisoned 
To us a youth and all our life. 
        She not quite understood, who these villains and about what poison goes speech, 
But believed in its superiority. Eventually and it any more had no special 
Values. 
        – It is terrible to think, that from us remains nothing. 
        – To decay in the earth is not better at all. 
        – Absolutely-absolutely anything? 
        He did not begin to repeat that has been chewed thousand times for 
The last couple of months. JAjtsegolovye exercised the wit, composing more and more 
Realistic scenarios of accident. And though opinions not always coincided in 
Details, one was clear: at least, all will occur quickly. And 
Will end even faster. Big women – and the girls divided into atoms 
Will go to wander among a cold space dust... 
        – You want some coffee? – She has asked. 
        – We will drink wines. 
        It has risen and has gone to tent behind a bottle. At them the fair has been laid up 
Quantity of bottles of champagne and sherry. Whole mobile wine pogrebok. 
Will suffice to celebrate together everything – though the world end, though 
Wonderful rescue. But in such miracles nobody believes. Can revive one, 
Two, three or one hundred, but even most desired "miracle" not can be rescued 
Will cancel total destruction as the  destruction of tens has not been cancelled 
Millions in wars, for hunger and illnesses. And after all they too hoped on 
Something, and the belief of many was sincere and strong. 
        They drank from disposable glasses. To it has suddenly come to mind, that 
In a life all should be disposable not to deform original sense 
False prospect. Not to cover emptiness with vanity of repetitions. That 
Every instant has got value or pricelessness of the last. Perhaps it 
Also would mean ability to live? Such banal recipe, on which, however, 
Any more you will not receive a medicine in one drugstore. 

                                THE DRUGGIST 

        He has woken up, as always, in six mornings. For this purpose to it was not necessary 
Alarm clock. He has put on a sports suit, krossovki, vetrovku with a hood and, 
Despite a rain, has gone on morning jog to the nearest park. It 
Never changed the route, as, however, and all other habits. 
        The city seemed dying out – and not only because there was an early hour. 
The public transport has stopped job one week ago. Cars in streets was 
It is a lot of, but only few of them moved. Quite often came across and thrown 
Owners in the middle proezzhej parts; they were serviceable, keys stuck out in 
Ignition locks. The city as if plunged on a sea-bottom – sounds became 
More deafly, colours have faded, the distance has been indiscernible and washed away by rain streams. 
        The druggist jogged, and about it thousand flying drops broke. 
Slaps krossovok on pools were given in lanes. A large quantity 
Vagrant cats and dogs saw off sights of the running person. Irish 
The setter who obviously more recently has lost the owner, was attached to the druggist and 
Some time was afraid trace. Has then lagged behind, having lost hope again to find 
The house. The druggist has not called a dog behind itself. He wished to die how also veins – in 
Loneliness. 
        The wet park has met its freshness stolen at night, almost a cold. 
On dark avenues it was absolutely deserted. The druggist ran, measuring kilometre 
Behind kilometre. Once the company to it was made by the people, which names it not 
Knew, but all of them from afar distinguished each other on style of run, a regularity, 
To suits and more on ten signs that did their daily meetings not 
Quite usual. It was possible to see the person every morning during fifteen 
Years and not to know about him anything, besides, that after two kilometres in rate 
Hundred forty blows in a minute it begins slightly privolakivat the right foot. 
        The druggist has appeared the only thing who ran till now. It quite 
Realised, that in it is not present the slightest sense. Behind an exception, 
Possibly, following trifle: he did not know any other way 
To resist to approaching chaos. The chaos came nearer not only from the outside. Chaos 
Was ready to be established and in its own soul. Something faceless was knocked 
At a shabby door, looked in windows, turned in cellars and rose, 
As if the black fetid dough... 
        What remains to the druggist? To continue to live still, as if anything 
Does not happen. To be oneself, though soon blind death will erase everything, that to it 
Expensively. The case and chaos corrected the world. The life was an exception to the rules, so 
What here it was possible to mind? The druggist did not believe neither in the god, nor in a devil. 
He did not believe also in humanity after three geeks have killed him 
pjatnadtsatiletnego the son. Have hammered feet in a toilet. The wife has not taken out it. In 
Current of thirteen years he visited her in a mental hospital, and every year to it 
All became worse. In the end it reminded a monster. But it remembered it 
Such what it was in a youth. He has met it in this park. 
It sat on a bench and read «Lost light». He has not managed to pass by. 
        The druggist has finished last circle. Physically he felt 
Fine. Where it is better, than in twenty years. From all preparations, with which 
Itself traded, it used unless polyvitamins. Yes, it was in excellent 
To the form also could live still, at least, years thirty. 
        On a return way the same setter spent its melancholy sight. 
The former schoolmate, thick and grown fat, has made the handle from a balcony. The woman 
In the white has stopped, has had a look after running and has twisted a finger at a temple. 
And other woman – in black, – imagined Death, has threatened it 
Finger. New day began. The first of six remained. 
        Having come back home, the druggist has carefully shaved and washed by the reserved 
Water. While had a shave, he listened to the latest news by radio. Generals still 
Were going to use that they named «last chance». Speech 
Went about start of hundred-other rockets with thermonuclear warheads in a direction 
Space tramps on purpose to split it into parts or to change a trajectory. 
But for this purpose it was too great by any estimations, and a happy end in the spirit of 
Old stupid film at all did not smell. 
        The druggist has made to itself an easy breakfast: a juice glass, toasts, cottage cheese. 
To get products all it became more difficult. It is not excluded, that last days 
It is necessary to starve. It did not excite him. He has put on irreproachably ironed 
Shirt, strict suit also has gone on job. He did not see the reason 
To be late at least for a minute. 
        Without five nine it already opened a door of a drugstore and disconnected 
The alarm system. He understood, that once can see the drugstore 
Crushed (such fate has comprehended some shops in the same street), 
But while before is not has reached. Exactly in nine it stood up for a rack, ready 
To help a professional advice to any who requires council. To it was not 
Boringly, despite almost full silence and an invariable interior of a drugstore, where 
All has been classified in an ideal order. Sometimes he even thought 
(Half for fun, half seriously), whether there was an Order for it 
Unique true religion? 
        The first buyer has appeared only about eleven. Any 
The old woman has come and has asked a medicine for a headache. It took so much 
Tablets that would suffice on couple of years forward. It did not begin to dissuade it. 
Apparently, the old woman lived in the measurement of time where week meant 
Exactly as much, how much years. Or did not mean anything. 
        In a quarter of the first opposite to a drugstore the high-speed has stopped 
The double car with strange numbers of which the huge has got out 
The suntanned guy of years of thirty. On him there was expensive suit which has been put on on naked 
Body, and pink house slippers – apparently, female. Despite these 
Small nuances, the guy behaved absolutely confidently. Having opened a door of a drugstore, 
He has joyfully informed from a threshold: 
        – Daddy, the god has sent you to me. I was have thought, that in this hole 
All druggists peredohli. And on the other hand, on a horse-radish now medicines, 
Correctly? – The guy has winked and has laughed loudly so as if has given out a joke of year. 
        The druggist listened to it with a polite smile, expecting when the client will pass 
To business. Probably, expensive condoms. Probably, viagra. Probably, 
Something under the recipe with a red strip. The druggist navidalsja everyone. But 
The guy has asked: 
        – Listen, you will look at mine telku, and? I will not understand, that from it. 
Such hogwash was disconnected unexpectedly. 
        The druggist did not begin to lose time. Together they have approached to the car. The guy 
Has opened a door from the passenger. On a seat polulezhala very beautiful 
The girl of years of twenty five in a dress which reminded the night more 
Shirt. The druggist has lifted to it eyelids, then has felt pulse. Has looked at the guy 
More attentively. That looked absolutely normal. 
        – It is dead, – the druggist has told. – and already for a long time. 
        The guy sincerely was surprised. 
        – Here a pancake. A bad sign, the truth? 
        It has efficiently bent down, has dragged out the girl from the car and has put on 
Sidewalk. Has got into an internal pocket of a jacket, has got a large denomination and has put 
To its druggist. 
        Is on funeral. Her called the Rose, – he has thrown at last, has bypassed 
The wheelbarrow, has taken seat in a driver's armchair and with a glamour otvalil. 
        The druggist has looked on the parties. Of this scene observed ravens, 
Vagrant dogs, and also the person who was unsteady along the street last couple of days with 
The poster on a breast: «pokajtes for the day of reckoning approaches!». 
        The druggist perfectly understood what to count there is nobody. Mortuaries were 
Are hammered to the full, grave-diggers have run up. A refrigerator in which it stored 
Preparations, were too small. 
        It has taken out an old dressing gown from a drugstore and has covered with it a corpse. Has driven away a raven, 
Which already showed interest. On its phone calls nobody 
Has answered, though the automatic station still worked. After the sixth call 
He has again heard engine noise in the street – rare enough sound in the last 
Time. Through vitrinnoe glass he has seen the army jeep which has stopped 
Before a drugstore. The druggist had quite certain presentiment. And, as 
The near future, intuition has shown it has not deceived. 
        Three have entered. One in the form of the colonel, with the person of the colonel, with habits 
The colonel. And two that execute any orders are also it was possible 
To read on their persons. The colonel smiled, as a white shark. It has stuck big 
Finger to itself for a back also has asked: 
        Is you it has banged? I hope, in the beginning has at least taken pleasure? 
        The druggist listened with an impenetrable kind, regretting only about one. About that, 
That in this country free sale of the weapon is forbidden. Though for the past days 
It without ceremony could podsuetitsja and get an illegal gun. But from 
The fatalizma you renounce only when there comes the fatal end. 
        The colonel has ordered: 
        – Give everything, that is under list D. 
        The druggist has nodded. Means, d's list, it thought, that all 
Will begin little bit earlier or before will not reach at all. 
        He has told politely and distinctly: 
        – The colonel, as you know, I should see the order, 
Confirming your powers to withdraw preparations under list D. 
        The colonel has looked at it ironically. Soldiers have grinned. 
The colonel has ordered to that stood on the right: 
        – Show to this rat our powers. 
        The mountain of muscles has come to movement. The druggist has received blow by a butt in 
Stomach and a donkey on a floor among beaten glass, sufficing a mouth air. When it again 
Smog inhale, soldiers already cracked locks and overturned the warehouse 
Premise upside down. 
        So the chaos has rushed into his life for the whole five days before the appointed 
Term. At it have stolen five days of a life. It not too is not enough if to believe the old 
To fable, that approximately for same time the world has been created. But all to destroy 
It is possible even faster. 
        The druggist has hardly risen to the feet. He tested hatred to servants 
Chaos – pure and sparkling in its brain, as the first snow. The colonel 
Has repeatedly awarded with its attention only when it has come nearer closely. 
        It was a fatal flaw old fighters. It too has early dumped with 
Bills of a civilian driveller. That has slashed with its splinter of glass on a throat. 
        In the colonel it has appeared a lot of blood. Almost as much, how much 
Dung. But the druggist of it, to the regret, has not seen. Soldiers have shot 
It from automatic machines, and he has died, having received forty bullets in the case. It has thrown on 
Street through vitrinnyj an aperture, glass in which already it was showered, and it has fallen nearby 
With the dead beauty. 
        They should lie so the remained five days. For the third day 
The rose already smelt at all as spirits, the druggist too did not smell sweet. And before them 
Vagrant dogs have tasted. But have not picked to bones. By then 
Meal for dogs was much. 

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