Adventurer #13 31 марта 2002

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Ottyag - the depth of a gloomy world outlook Maxima Magnet ...

     In this section, you plunge into the depths of a gloomy 
world outlook Maxima Magnet ... I place the thought of Max from 
the dark and ending fun to untrained reader had not fallen into 
a stupor and did not immediately useful in a loop. So: 


     (C) all texts by Max Magnetik aka Mash

Running out of bounds.

Individual. One of the
set. Not yet
person, but personality. Gloomy face with sharp lines.
No expression. Deep-set
eyes. Zero look. Drug? No, just
psychologically murdered person. Society
His broken. He was not wanted. And, perhaps,
all unnecessary, and he in his place. But this
is not important. He - like a time bomb
mechanism. Just do not know when will be a blast. And the 
explosion is inevitable. 

     And it all began, as the majority.
Easy and carefree childhood. Tenderness and caring parents. 
Cheerful sunny days summer at my grandfather in the village. 
Seven years. The first class. Second, third. Football in the 
yard with courtyard buddies. Fifth, sixth, seventh. Childhood 
quietly leaves. Eighth, ninth. The first real friends. First 
love. The first exams. The first serious problems. The first 
reflection of life. Tenth, eleventh. How it all. Lull. The 
first course. The first departure from reality. The first 
thoughts of death. Second. Third. He is one. He loses contact 
with the world. All sick. Its theory of the world. 

     And then the bus. Where are we going riding,
unimportant. Terms of mad people. Crush. Dozens of voices. 
Dozens of conversations. Outside, the trees flashing, 
buildings, people. All somewhere to go in a hurry. Someone with 
someone says. Someone is doing something. Millions of events 
around him. Frenzied pace of events. His eyes are, His ears 
listen to, his brain trying to digest it all. In the eyes 
become cloudy, the breath goes astray. The bus begins to 
diminish in size. People are becoming more air - less. Inhuman 
cry chirps Out of his chest. Cry of the beast, driven into

trap. In my head there is only one thought -
run. Escape from the bus. Flee
reality.

     He is pushing people rushed for the exit. Escaped from the 
bus. He broke from the trap, but all around, too, presses. 
Places have become greater. And he ran. Ran. 

     He ran quickly, bumping into people. People are turned 
into cardboard figures and fell to the ground, getting surprised

expressions on their faces. The further he ran,
the more people are turning into the scenery. All figures alone 
entity. But he escaped, not paying attention to it. Asphalt was

viscous. Feet sank and sank in
it. All the cars were small, like clockwork toy cars.
Mingled beneath their feet. He sometimes stumbled
about cars, fell, sinking his hands into the asphalt. Rose, and 
ran again. Breathe there was nothing. He tore off his clothes. 
Fingers tore his chest. Everything around becomes flat. From 
the sky blue paint flowed. It dripped big drops mingled with 
gray paint of the road. The houses were formed smudges. On the 
road lay cardboard figures of men in blue, white and

gray spots. Gone are the shadows. Sun glass
to horizon.

     He ran, in some places touching
Sky head. He ran faster and faster. Approaching objects do not 
have time drawn, and the remaining only

only flat shapes. He reached the final decoration. Roads on was 
not. It was just painted, as were painted trees and fields. But 
he never stopped. He punched sheet of paper and plunged into 
the calm. 

     It was not these silly decorations.
There was no why, even air. But
He does not need air, because of Him
There is no body. But He did not have his body,
because here there and himself. Here
not his soul. There is no His thoughts. Here
nothing.


                  *



                Bomber.

          A play in one action.

Characters: A man - middle-aged man in a raincoat.


             Act One.

        (A man enters the scene)

THE MAN .......

                (Die).



                  *



                 Bus.


                    Said Grandmother Grandfather:

                  - I'm going to America.

                  - Oh, you old pi ...

                    there do not go train.


                 Just got it into his head.


     It's cold. Snow in his ugly face, which did not turn away. 
The wind blows right through. None bus on the horizon. 
Especially since the twelfth. Hell, the sixth hour. Now people 
with of flocks. Horseradish zalezesh the bus.


     Granny to stop fussing,
means bus rides. Similarly, appeared.
Granny closer to the road chosen, then
twelfth. Taxis. Crowding. Cries.
Panic. Crackling bones. Next climb the most
patients, the oldest, the weakest grandmother, because they are 
the most blind of all earlier saw the bus. These patrons

twelfth already know where it stops. All closer to the door was 
an old woman in a fur coat (an impression that she wearing 
three coats) with two bags and a rucksack on his back. She put 
the bag on steps, she stood between them. Stuck, Shapoklyavina 
old. Helped people kind, was pushed.


     All gone.

     Waitress climbs. Pass it to show.

     From the door slipped deeper. Danger of
the door stand. Leaving may bring.
The place was a good, comfortable.

     Stop. The people on the bus climbs.
Everybody wants to go. All the climb, pushed. Some Fold the 
left got uncomfortable. Sideways somehow. And as though a 
miracle the bus hit. He does not know how it

go. Him - humble weak intelligentishku the bus was pushed. Came 
from the factory with the crowd wanted to go home. Did not 
happen. Along with this crowd, he got into bus. Now he is up to 
the final ride necessary. Well, if not to the end, then up

Solar will reach, and then again with the crowd
come by chance.

     Ha-ha, so you Shapoklyavina, it should be. Exit failed. 
Bags pushed in street, while she was stuck. The crowd backpack 
pinched. Helped yet again, good people, threw his grandmother 
from the bus. Immediately place higher costs.


     Fold posmelel, even on the sides
watch began. There is still some type climbed. Similar to the 
lop-eared. Okay, will vislonosy. Student, I suppose. View only

botansky too. Even more botanical. Child of nature and 
mathematics. Son of Ciliates and integral. Victim of onanism. 
Dangles like dick in the washstand. Distraction kazel, from 
creative thinking. 

     Contingent usual. Half with
travel. Half without. Half
without the fare money.

     The steamer sails on the Volga, the sails white. Go girls 
without tickets, it Hairy hope (once again took it into his 
head). 

     Half of not paying hidden, the other half refuses to pay. 
Half Life one turns out. Halved. 

     Sunny. The bus has become much
spacious. Even managed to sit down. Granny
limped. Stood side by side. He sighs deeply, moaning. Have to 
get up, and then all prozhuzhzhit ears. Debate planted on poor 
youth. The old woman only when the bus climb healthy, and in 
it, or at the bus stop, so sick and frail. 

     Fold vanished. Vislonosy More
dangles. Four stops coming, seasoned
themselves felt. Formerly hung modestly, but
now flourishes become. According to the laws of physics. Not 
just to the left to the right, but also dangling back and 
forth. Head spinning. 

     The creaking of brakes. Bus stops abruptly. Fell 
vislonosy. Matured and fell off as the fruit. To whom does he 
look like? Similarly, the elephant. On a small mammoth from the 
movie. The same shaggy and unorganized. Flopped yet.


     Grandma, I planted is the child solicits. I sat her in 
vain. Sorry to me this was patsanenka.


     Vislonosy again ebanulsya. Briefcase behind all causes. 
Heavy this granite science. Previously, he was biting him in 
the institute, today took over the house. That falls. From the 
creative mind distracted. Turn. Hanging vislonosogo coincided 
with rotation. He bumped into a girl of sixteen. Erysipelas in 
vislonosogo was uncomfortable, but happy. Go and excited. 
Grandma got here out of place, and even mug This vislonosogo 
not helpful. From the creative mind distracted, rascals. 

     My stop. Freedom. Never in the red will not go.



                  *



                 Boy.


    There once was a boy. And he died, you bastard.



                  *



                  Spores.


     Russian village. Evening. The village are two vypimshih 
guy. 


     - I'll speak the Russian language, which
so be it.

     - No.

     - Hey, Gene, you have education 8
classes, but I was still in college 2 years studied,
I know better.

     - No, I sing, can not so it.

     - I tell you that it can. Bet on
bottle.

     - Bet.

     - Look, look, Serge sits. Serega
Break.

     - Hi, guys. What argument?

     - On a bottle.

     - I 5 cm otolete, it breaks.

     All three sit on a bench under a tree.

     - Listen, Sergei, you are a clever man
you do not even have TV, judge us.

     - And what's the problem?

     - That's listen. If a space rocket with a system of 
distortion of space fly by, say, Mars, it will shrink space 
around the ball, right? 

     - Similarly, in a bowl.

     - I told you, Ghana, said that in the
ball, and you do not believe it. With your bottle, run
to Sonya.



                  *



             Let us remember each other.


     February 11 left us a great dreamer, a romantic, soul of 
the company, each childhood, and just a good man - Medvedev 
Sergey, leaving us with So great drink up two liters of vodka. 
Serega call tomorrow.




                  *



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                Team steel foundry paper mill

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             with their wives, with children and grandchildren, 
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             only able to read and write in Zaamurskogo.



                  *



                 Fall.



     And Jacob was walking through the woods for three days and
night. Did not know his body is no food or water. AND
Jacob came to the mountains high, and asked
he power of God. And there was given the power
his body and his soul. And Jacob was billowing in the high 
mountain on a steep slope. AND Jacob did not know fatigue. 
Three days and three night heaving it to the top. Then came

James on the mountain, and introduced
gaze to him the people in white robes. And walked
those people at the top of a cliff. And they fell
People on the ground alive. Fell to his knees, Jacob
to the people those people and he asked the secret to open. And 
people responded to those that do not Secrets of Great to hang 
gliding. 



      Knowledge of the essence of existence of legends

       Magnet. The book of Genesis, Article 11,

                           Item 2. 23.20