Story - fantasy story: Fantasy.

And finally, a fantasy story from us, i.e. from
Editorial staff. I wanted to do something like Isaac
Asimov, but, in my opinion, it didn’t work out very well.


written by Taras & Fisher Illya
edited by Taras & Fisher Illya


                     F A N T A S I A .

                            



    Black bottomless sky, many burning stars.
The mud squishing underfoot, the occasional rushing
theories, temperature +2 Kelvin. And there is silence all around,
and there is emptiness all around, only occasionally some
a distant train, only occasionally it will rush by on a huge
speed of the car, and will disappear into the red spectrum due to
radiant Universe - it's Winter, thaw, 5:40 a.m.
Greenwich...
    I walk through a deserted city, to the station, and don’t pay any attention
special attention to the grunvers sticking like flies,
because this is my space.
    Walking with light steps, I'm approaching...
    I am Fisherman...
    I arrived at the station, there was no train, no candy, no parcels.
no, no beer, no nothing. Sat on the fishing box, turned on
give it some time, let him run a little, otherwise it’s cold
something happened. Maybe I'm in the wrong space?!?
    I wait, 5 minutes, 10 minutes....
    Balls of unused material began to gather around
Time. Turned on Gravity, the balls gently flopped
into the puddles... The puddles gently flopped into the balls...
    Yes!!!!!!!!
    The spotlight tore out a piece of wood surrounding me.
In fact, spectral analysis showed thatthis is
an intergalactic train emerging from the pas-
parallel space. 
   Chestnuts are blooming in Kyiv, but for some reason it’s warm in Smila
   People and fishermen are assembled on the 3rd path. Nelyu-
give more, they will take more people...
    Swamp rat......
    There are many fishermen in the carriage, some tell stories,
some play cards, I play with others, they play with me.
There are fewer people, they mostly cluster together, sit silently,
from time to time they wonder why there are so many fish
kov and why don't they use teleportation, maybe
don't know the keys?!?
    The reason is simple - Everyone wants to live, everyone wants to buy
to shuffle. And no one wants to do anything.
    The train, changing its position in Time, arrived
approaches a high concentration of hydrogen oxide and
oil - DNEPRU. Inhumans (fishermen) move into the compartment
for EXITa, it’s smoky here and at the same time somehow
fresh, cold here and at the same time somehow 
warm...
    The train spits out the pitiful bodies of the fishermen. Fishermen are not
they resist - even this breaks them.
    I am looking around: Phishers are like ravens. Train
dissolves into nothingness and piles of clothes move around
direction towards solid water (even radiation cannot
change anything).
    Flocks of without-
caring Pegasus.
    Someone smokes, and someone is silent, and someone smokes heavily
rushes and almost overcomes the power of my time.
Oddly enough, but in this moment everyone has their own
thoughts. Collected by topic,they just hang in the cart
spirit. 
    Some people like to leave their
thoughts are at a stop, and some people don’t like it, but everyone
I like being here, in this living nature,
in this unreal space and in this non-existent
the existing Time Continuum.
    Nature begins to come to life at dawn - here and there
there the mighty oaks and pines begin to awaken, so that
have time to live before the rise of the third sun, which
will mercilessly turn them into silicon oxide. Time
no different from Time, but you need ice to
schools of flying fish fly, which, of course, do not 
reach their goal, because phishers, armed
landing nets with long handles, they do their job very
very skillfully.
    I sit down on the ice, cast an ion fishing rod - after all
I'm not a poacher, I fish, I breathe the air, I watch
I look behind the pine trees swaying in the light breeze
black and white dreams, in short - enjoying nature.
    Having caught fish from a bucket, I leave the ice and look at
the last one is beautiful, almost untouched by man
pine forest, and say goodbye to the huge and mighty
Dnepr.
    I take a trolleybus to the station, where I get on
train and going home.
    Black bottomless sky, many brightly glowing
stars About eight o'clock in the evening. I'm going home, I'm a man
representative of the people.........