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Magic ''Beryl''
-...Fifty rubles?! - I feigned horror, - What does it mean?
give me?! Do you know how many matchboxes I can buy?
for fifty rubles?!
- And I’ll sell you this... - Yurik twirled it in his hands
a rectangular piece of plexiglass.
- Well, why the hell do I need your glass?
-What are you talking about!? This is beryl! It costs a hundred thousand bucks. Come on,
I’ll sell it as if it were my own, for fifty rubles.
- Beryl? - I cut a businesslike face. - Are you driving?
- No, natural. I carved it myself. I didn't sleep that night.
-Where is the sample?
- What sample? It's a stone. The passport is included with it.
- Well, where is he?
- I'll draw it tomorrow.
- Exactly? - I started counting out the change. glass
she was really attractive. Since childhood I have been accustomed to spinning
hands of all sorts of small objects.
- You can’t tell it from the real thing!
“Thirty-four...” I counted. - Let's.
- No. We need fifty. There's not enough metro...
- Well, I don’t have any more!
- Damn, Danik, you have a hundred rubles. I'll give you change.
- Why the hell should I get your change? On already, on! - I handed Yuri a piece of paper. -
Beryl come on!..
We went down to the subway. Yurik dug some more change out of his pocket.
- Give me five more rubles. Then there will be enough for two coupons.
- What else do you want? - I asked. - I can fly into space
organize...
- Well, damn it... I’ll bring you the beryl frame tomorrow.
-Silver?
- Gold!!!
- With a sample? - I handed over the five.
- Of course! I'll squeeze it out with my teeth!!!
At Oktyabrskaya we said goodbye. The glass lay comfortably on
fingers with smooth edges. I began to slowly turn the Beryl.
Crossing the crossing to another station, I feel sad
I imagined a departing train and the 23:05 display (so
usually happened). And after 22:00 the trains run just
disgusting. I really want to get home as soon as possible. Eat, and
If you have the strength, then sit at the computer a little longer...
The sound of the departing train confirmed my fears. Usually by
It was mine that escaped the law of meanness.
“If only it weren’t mine...” A thought flashed through my mind. Rotate
"taken", rise up and... Oh miracle! For the first time, “not mine” left.
Mine arrived almost immediately.
- Cool... It’s like some kind of magic!
The train took me to Avtozavodskaya surprisingly quickly.
As I walked out, I listened to the growl in my stomach and realized that he
should be fed as quickly as possible. But remembering that
at home there are only two eggs stolen from the chicken coop in the morning,
I felt sad. There was an omelette coming, which I was already tired of
to the point of stupor. Moreover, without the much-needed beer to go with it.
- And I won’t have time to buy beer... - I looked at my watch - 23:15.
The only night stall closed at exactly 23:00.
- I wish this girl would stay for a coupleminutes. Look, you
way out and would have persuaded her... - A crazy thought flashed through. Rotate
“I took it”, I turn the corner...
- Girl! Wait, don't close it. Can I have a bottle of beer?
buy?
- Which one? - The young girl made a dissatisfied face
saleswoman
- "Olivaria", the same as "Minsky Brovar". - I handed over five hundred
rubles and looked lovingly into the eyes of the young fairy. Fairy looking at
I'm not in love at all, she opened her magic casket and
took out a crystal vessel with magical nectar. Sacrament
it happened and we are completely satisfied, peacefully and without swearing
separated...
Having received the much needed beer, I thought about the strange thing again
the coincidence of my desires with reality. "Beryl" is nice
cooled his fingers, turning around its axis, then down, then
up. The beer cap flew off with a loud bang and the
life-giving moisture, I slowly moved into the darkness of the alleys,
reflecting on the frailty of life.
Already approaching the house, I thought: “What if this glass
magical?!"
- Come on... - I wrinkled my forehead. I had to come up with something
more or less plausible. Ahead, right in the middle of the road
a local mongrel was sitting, - Come on... That's the dog that
blocked my way, now she’ll run right up to me and
wags his tail!
Dogmeat was known for its gibbering character and at the same time
terribly cowardlybehavior. Usually when I appear, he
rushed away, screaming heart-rendingly, turning “beryl” and not believing
with my own eyes I see joyfully rushing towards me at all pores,
known throughout the area, a cowardly beast. I staggered back
when the dog began, wagging its tail, to rush at me and
whine happily. This is how they greet the owner...
“Okay, that’s enough,” I dusted off my jeans, “you got me dirty.” Run
home!
The dog obediently ran away.
- Wow... - I brought the Beryl to my eyes. In the moonlight
the transparent edges cast bluish sparks. One of the faces
glowed especially brightly.
“The last wish,” sounded clearly in my head.
- Hmm... Is this my idea?.. It doesn’t seem like it. Why the latter?
- “There are only six faces. One face - one desire. Do you understand?” -
I “thought” it again.
“I wonder,” I stopped, “when did I manage to wish for five
desires? In theory... Only three.
- “And Yurik?! He has two wishes. The first is to beg you
fifty rubles. Second - five"
- What a petty creature! What to spend the magic on! At fifty
five rubles!
- “You are no better - an electric train, a saleswoman, a dog... Primitive” -
the mental interlocutor quipped.
-Can you do anything?
- "Within reason"
I took a thoughtful sip of my beer.
- Damn... So much was needed. And now nothing comes to mind
comes... Maybe... But no... Small. - I threw away the thought of
newprinter. - What can you come up with? So many things
need...
- “Greed, my friend! You want everything at once!” - Grunted at
head
- Of course! Not every time you are offered to fulfill your wish
desire... Well, at least I warned you, or with my last wish
it would be... - I choked, almost saying “go to sleep quickly”
- "Which one?" - they asked in their head in a businesslike manner.
- He ran away! We know, we've read fairy tales. Let me think. - I sat down on
curb, slowly turning the “beril” between your fingers.
The full moon was looking straight at me. Almost midnight. Silence
and grace.
- Okay, damn... - I finished my beer and looked at the moon. I love you
night.
- You know what, glass. Come on, give me eternal life.
So interesting to see what happens with all this
further.
- “Won’t you regret it?” - They asked seriously in their head.
- No.
“Okay,” the thought sighed, “Live...”
The magical “beril” went out... And I disappeared. Just disappeared into
air, leaving behind an empty bottle of Minsky
Brovara" and a shiny piece of plexiglass, bought for fifty
five rubles.
Time continued its measured course, and I along with it. I
turned into this very time, into that very infinity,
who I wanted to become. It's not bad here, it's very interesting. They promise
show the end of the world. Educational. Just no beer...24.06.2002
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