ZX Pilot #40 30 декабря 2000

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Imagination - My fairy tale.

           I M A G I N A T I O N



(C) Julia TOKTAEVA



                My fairy tale.


   I love fairy tales. In the same things can be.
Whatever you wish. Particularly interesting
read the ones where people turn into animals or plants. It's 
funny how some it currently represents. I especially like the 
two stories: about Cinderella and Little Mermaid. They are like 
at different weights of bowls, and none of them pulls. Balance. 
Well, here I am and came to the conclusion from what had been 
distracted. An hour I hung buckwheat, and this

hand, shakes here and there, I have become familiar order. 
Likewise, perhaps, felt and Cinderella. Generally, 
, although a good story, but the full lies. For 
example, I worked in a cafeteria, and  here - a 
dime a dozen. So special rack their brains to imagine how there

looked this beautiful, is not necessary.
Hands in cuts, scrapes, and blisters. And you
they wanted? I still have not passed
blisters - so I burned the last time.
Dark rancid fat eats into the skin, and
the smell does not withdraw. Black under
nails, burrs - no matter how much do manicures, fifteen minutes 
longer, he would not last. Graceful little legs? How would not 
so! Here is not to make varicose veins - is that God's great 
mercy. Maybe Cinderella was a thin, slim? Rather, sinewy and 
uhvatistoy. Flexible? After a hard day's work is not back very 
much razognesh. And in the eyes, let them even the beautiful 
and blue, has lodged a fatigue, the reflection of such gloomy 
thoughts - Why not just change your mind for washing dishes, 
floors, shelled potatoes - that any Prince will look for a 
companion, have fun pobezzabotney. But the tale classroom. As 
he did great for the shoe identified. Once done

it is clear that in a girl thing. My leg! A person ... 
Pristavish more - much of a difference no. I sighed and got 
distracted. Swept eye wall. In front of me sat

Huge cockroach and brazen moved usischami.
Having thrown off her shoe and quietly crept to him, a powerful 
and accurate kick, I turned Monster in the wet track. That is, 
I understand the magic! With each passing day cockroaches 
becomes more and more. Vile creature. I They have dreams at 
night. Someone else says, Bude they reasonable. I do not know, 
I do not know. I, at least, they do not understand. Maybe

and they are reasonable, but we invertebrates
as a something too far. With snakes and then
You can find a common language. In humans, they even
became a symbol of wisdom, they are smart.
Well, okay. Time for dinner, and no I do
do not hurt. I find room for oneself on a windowsill at the 
open window. Heat was terrible, but weak breeze gave at least

some kind of freshness. The window jumped
a large gray cat, and sat down opposite.
To see what hungry eyes she looks at me, was unbearable.

   - Cats must catch mice - it is safe "I said, hoping that a 
sense of humor in her order. 

   - All hunting areas have long shared, - she said - and I do 
not got. Mice are everywhere grass. A

if not what will die, so it's even worse.
We are not going well, we eat pesticides. Clean land remains 
the same naperechet. Really that the leader can not eat wild 
game. 

   - And people think that cats are walking themselves
on its own - I told her.

   She snorted:

   - Cats can, and walk, and we ourselves have long to organize.

   I choked in surprise.

   - And, finally found out! - She meowed.

   I coughed:

   - That's right, I see your face I knew. Want cutlet?

   - Do not give up - she purred.

   I shared with her meal. Actually, it
not accepted, but at the moment I was
stronger than her, and she was not offended. Besides, she came 
to visit. 

   - What is bestowed, Taris?

   - So ... wanted to visit. That means you since you live and 
the people. 

   - Yes, - I answered shortly. Flair just screamed to me that 
the visit did not bode Taris anything good.


   - Do not feel sorry for? - Calmly handed
she said.

   - Well, I knew it!

   I looked into her eyes:

   - No.

   She stuffed animals, lazily stretched out on the
windowsill.

   - And do you like that's all ... - It
waved her tail to the side panels, boilers,
piles of plates.

   - It lives - quietly answered
I. - Not all people, Taris, live in the new
mansions in the countryside. And I, without appearing
documents, without a past, and could not get otherwise.

   - Oh, no, you could keep a nice
Life!

   - Resorting to their ability, yes -
I nodded - but I want to live honestly!

   She looked at me with curiosity.

   - You, Taris, who feels more: a person or a cat?

   She closed her eyes.

   - Cats not be very interesting. Primitive. Man - 
interesting, but quickly bored. I can be both. Do not you 
realize how lucky we are? All suffer from the fact that they 
are given only one life, and we live just two!


   I was silent, trying to Taris acute envy. She was satisfied 
with myself. And I Suddenly one day badly wanted to be a man.


   - Have you been reincarnated a general? -
she asked me.

   - How long ...

   - Why so?

   How did she explain that? I tried to be a man, and man can 
not become a cat when it is convenient or wanted. 

   - Think you can forget how to do it, and you will like them, 
finally? I think when that happens, that's when you for us and 
get bored. 

   Yes, silly Taris not name. I said nothing.

   - Still, why did you go?

   I was suddenly tired of this interrogation, I was angry:

   - Fell in love! You know this tale: "The Little Mermaid"? 
There is also a poor mermaid fell in love with the prince and 
turned into a girl. About Sea had to forget.


   - How should I know what a story!
How do you know?

   - Read.

   - Can you read?

   I quickly looked at her. Taris jealous? I will not say it, 
but I've learned many more that people know how. For example,

lipstick. It's not so easy as
seems at first glance.

   - Still, people have been worse - said
she said. - They are dirty, loud, clumsy ...

   - But they live longer - I interjected,
she snorted. And then stopped.

   - By the way, - she said slowly, -
Romulus we accompany tomorrow ... last
way.

   - What do you mean? - I blurted out.

   - Come on.

   She got up and got ready to jump
down.

   - Wait! As there ... about me ... Nobody condemns?

   - What are you? Come, fear not!

   - I am not afraid! - I broke out, but it
had disappeared.

   I sat a little longer - maybe coming back? And then the 
outcry that I sit for a long time, slacking, lazy, and so on. I 
dragged the dishes. Yes, I am envious of Taris. She was not 
tortured this question: who she? She - a werewolf, and was 
pleased with it. And I want to live like human beings, was 
this: cut up your hands, aching backs, headaches from the heat 
in the kitchen. And loneliness. In the fairy tale The Little 
Mermaid became silent, and I was no better. I do not

know what to say to people, though, and tried to do it. Even 
the prince did not understand me. Maybe people do not 
understand each other? Perhaps it was easier to return. I'm 
often thought about this. The next day I went to the funeral. 
Buried relatives we are always in a human guise. Oh, no

I know from what it is so instituted. Gathered
a little bit. However, we were never a lot and not
was. After the ceremony we went to
old house to talk.

   - Romulus was our leader. And so it
not - began Wheels, himself no longer young werewolf.

   - He killed people! - Shouted the guy
which I do not know.

   - Now it's not about that.

   - Well, why! We must take revenge,
is not it?

   - Look how we have little, Lar. And remember why we were so 
little. All because so many here just came to mind

revenge. You see how difficult it was to live.
Especially young people. Life is unpredictable, many are lost, 
they deny him from the genus, go to the people ...


   I felt like the paint fills my
face.

   - People are putting more and more
pressure on us. Many lures their lifestyle, and the young can 
not resist this call. And now, when Romulus more

No, it will be even harder to maintain family.

   I scratched the language, so I wanted to
protest. After all, people are closer to us than the animals!
Why babies can not walk to school
why forbidden to study? We should have
long to merge with the people, and maybe now they would have 
treated us as ordinary members of another race. However, 
leaders of the same from generation to generation warned kind 
of people. When I think about Moreover, it led me into a rage.


   - We need a new leader - continued
Wheels. - He who knows other people who can
tell us how to behave with respect to
them. How to protect yourself from them. One who will reveal to 
us their habits. 

   - Yes, the cats all clear. They understand
not required - laughed Taris. - I
suggest Annie, it is better to people no one
knows.

   Everything suddenly turned to me. You should have
strangled Taris: Well, who asked her to call
my name? I was silent. Still no me
not take seriously what flutter.

   - Who for? - Asked Wheels.

   One after another, brothers raised their hands.
My fate is sealed. At this moment I hated them. Wow, sly! 
Here's how they decided to bring me back to the bosom of 
nature. I could not refuse, and therefore could not now live

among men. I now do they not denus.

   - Your word, - said to me Wheels.

   I was silent for a long time. Then she got up.

   - We must get away from people altogether. We can not go on 
living as they lived. If people find out about us, and it can 
happen at any moment of salvation will not be. They are ruthless

even to each other, afraid to imagine
what happens if they hate us, but
it will definitely happen. They try to
to destroy everything that is unfamiliar to them and wonder, 
and often harass the victim, not for food or hides, and for the 
sake of harassment. Go into the wild forest. Alive, as once the 
ancestors, retained his world ... 

   Said the leader. And I ... I no longer
was. Maybe somewhere in the depths of consciousness, I thought: 
"That's how fairy tales are born about people-beast living in 
the forest thicket. This is my story. I will build it myself. 
The more so that others will no longer, they have to forget. 
And the prince ... " 

   So we did. Gone into the woods. Suspect that sometimes some 
of our leaves Bud, I would have to hunt out in the woods

and long look at the lights of the human
housing. I did not do it ever.


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