Optron #35 25 апреля 2000

Litstranichka - The path before dawn (in memory of Roger Zelazny).

           Way before the dawn

{} Yuri Zimkovich, 2000


                    In Memory of Roger Zelazny


  - ... Oh, you know, my lads, what
strange things happen between the three o'clock in the morning 
and four nights! Do not laugh, well Why are you laughing - 
serious things I say! But no. I spoke to. Between three nights 
and four in the morning, as would be absurd it may sound. It 
always happens, although not all of this guess. Sometimes even 
those who are going on right in front of eyes. And you know 
why? Because they just do not believe!


  Although, you know, something similar happens with
each. That's how me and you now. We
communicate. Calm down, nothing from each other
not melting. Is not this a miracle?

  Say - no? Nothing special? Yes
Look around - really there is nothing surprising about that? 
Take a look at these unusual trees - they are covered with 
orange foliage! And the sky? Where else is such a sky 
surprisingly bright colors and even and with so much luminous 
stars? And the air-then the air! It is clean and cool, when 
they breathe, the thoughts become extraordinarily clear, 
although it can not always express them. And not because 
someone is preventing it do. Just ... listen to no one except 
yourself. 

  We agree. It pleases. Though now I found someone with whom I 
can talk to, though would in such an unfamiliar place. Know

Where I, is different, in other words, all
differently. Tell you?

  So listen well ...

  I live in a special world, is not such as yours.
Where I come from, never in the sky at the same time to see two 
great luminaries. Actually, our planet more moons than you, but 
they are so small that almost invisible. Sun we have two, but 
each - on their side and they never occur. Maybe my words sound 
strange to you? Well, admit it. In This hour is a lot of 
mystery. Yeah, yeah, do not argue - not without reason, we met

in this strange place! We would not know
nothing about each other. According to one of only a simple
reason - such familiarity can happen
oh, how rare! Opened the gates, and our
crossed paths.

  Although ... Who knows, someone with whom crossed -
you're with me or vice versa. One can only
thing is certain: I left my corporeal
shell and thus is free to wander where I pleased. Now here
wandered here in this wilderness. You
wonder why I call it wild? Not
ask me! There, in that distant land,
where I was born, people do not create artificial moons and do 
not hang them in the midst of cities, did not clean the air 
incredible networks or filters. We have no one-size

while a sensor on the wrist, as it is only
what you did and you know why? We
just all know what it is, and it flows,
runs its course. Have you thought at all
their lives at least once that you are not alone in
The universe - that somewhere proceed
thick, black sea, glowing yellow rivulets to form crystalline 
lakes; somewhere far, far away lived colorless

and invisible to the untrained eye creatures are not even aware 
that their usual habitat is toxic and extremely dangerous for 
any other form of life? Think about all of this. And remember 
that everything that seems so important that it deserves of ALL 
of your attention, in fact - nothing in the global sense. What 
will change Your hasty or adopted after

much thought solutions? Do they affect what happens after the 
millennium? 

  I feel in your heart, confusion ...
You know, my first words of someone taking seriously. We are 
all different. We do not have accidents. No devoid of talent or 
luck. Do not believe me? Come with me - and themselves sure!


  You agree to go, huh? As
I'm happy! Until you, no one dared to
such a conversation, and even more so - on the Way!

  Your world will soon disappear, and they will inevitably:
it always was with all the previous worlds, which I visited. 
That is the law, otherwise can not be. But I'll take you with 
me, together we will open new horizons! We'll wander, create, 
destroy, manage events, do you hear? Come on,

to hurry: time is running out! ..

  But what is it? Envelops you like
mist, I see nothing ...

  Where are you, respond! Can not be: you
spreads, melts in the morning light, disappears ...

  And I'm alone again ... Goodbye, we do
not destined to see! Nobody can
return past a dream ...