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- You strange, - silently speak the girl. - it is good. We will look tomorrow.- You found sometime the fallen star?
Vick is silent, but I feel that it swings a head.
- Virtuality has taken away from us the sky, - I whisper.
- You too have understood it?
- Certainly. The world leaves in depth. In reality reflexion. What for to fly
To the Moon or Mars if any planets here are already accessible? Passion has disappeared.
Interest has disappeared.
- But electronic technologies develop.
- Unless? "Eight" it is simple very abrupt "686"... - I am intended
I name "Pentium-about" as not accepted name. - anything new was not born for
The last five years. We Mark time.
Vick silently laughs.
- My God... Dispute on development of technologies... Leonid, you after all in a brothel.
- I know. To you it is uninteresting?
- Interestingly. It. I have simply weaned from such talks.
She is silent, then slightly concerns my cheek with lips.
- Sleep. For you language is braided, Lenja.
I do not argue. I would not like to argue with it.
As it is right.
I close eyes and I fall asleep - instantly.
The dream dreams me. To me it is often acted in film dreams - for a day the consciousness is exhausted
So that unloading is simply necessary. And dreams for this purpose also come, that
To rescue us from an abundance of impressions, to tell the inexpressible.
Usually I do not remember dreams. Only chaotic rests are at the tip of the tongue,
Consciousness. Can be because I sleep in virtuality.
I stand on the scene, behind heavy panels of curtains. On the scene -
The person with a guitar, it is motionless, as if is held down by invisible chains. It
Sings, but me does not reach words. Between us - the depth which has revived, become
Transparent wall. And I am strained, trying to step to it, to divide a wall and
To hear words. But depth is heavy and elastic, as if a rubber plate. Me
Flings away back, I fall on knees, I fade, not in forces to move.
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