Actually the new Marazm, if anyone cares
still interested :))) I don’t even know what it is
found me, and in general why such a passion?
great fantasy... By the way, to the game of the same name
it has nothing to do with it. Yes, about
one hundred and another my Marazm...
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Mirror
Well, let's get acquainted. I place-
a crazy man named John. I live in small
a small outbuilding that contains
two useful things: comfort and low rent
fee. I don’t have any current friends, but I
Some people refuse to remember me. Relatives
there's no one left. And although I sent correctly
I give them a Christmas card with greetings
I eat from a beloved relative, and they answer:
they are the same - there are suspicions that they are not
They completely remember who I am. The funny thing is that
I hardly know them either. Well, that's life's business
Teyskie. You can ignore them
nia. Well, perhaps only a little, and even then in
consequences... I speak in riddles, but I
I haven't started my story yet!
I don’t officially work, but I’m also on benefits
I’m not sitting - the state actively wants something
I would like to start working off the minuscule amount that
they will pay me. That's why I'm doing
your small business, which does not
there are no taxes, no paperwork, no
a state of slackers, no whore secretary.
White mice feed me. I breed them in
a huge quantity and I rent it outto pet stores.
And when the offspring is very large, then in some places
new laboratory. It's not a lot of money, but
but stable. For sexual activity we
our necks are not affected by either exchange rates or stock exchanges
scandals - nothing. Therefore we can say
that I have succeeded in business...
Well, I give the impression of being sane
person? Right. Looks like you won't find fault. Yes
why then crazy? Well, judge
yourself! Every morning I go to the hardware store
a store where everyone knows me, and buy
soldering mirrors. And in the evening they are the same, but already in the vi-
where I throw piles of fragments into the trash
tank And this has been happening for a long time now
eight years old. The natural question is why me
am I doing this?..
To do this, you need to return to those same memories.
eight years ago, when I was a young, successful
a living businessman who also maintains a staff
zdelnikov and whore secretary. As a basic
I lived the majority of my life, without any use -
wonderful life. But I had one
passion is mirrors. I was attracted by their feedback
side. Something didn't suit me
forced me to sit for hours in front of my reflection
look THERE with fascination and fascination. I
I dreamed of finding something there that is not here...
Some detail, something unusual -
go, inexplicable.
I once ordered a huge wardrobe in which...
I laid out the walls, the ceiling, and the floor
mirrors. The feeling when I stepped there and
saw infinity, explain in words non-
perhaps. I was losing my feelingspace and
reality. It seemed that I was floating in some kind of ether
in the dimensional world and this delighted me.
After some time I was fed
strong, even reflections and I became an experi-
rement. When purchasing additional mirrors, I installed
I poured them in the same closet, but under different
corners. Reflections refracted and curved
They were so loud that they took my breath away. Cha-
I myself moved, outweighed or simply cr-
held the mirror in his hands until his head began to
let's go around. Almost like a drug - I
began to lose touch between this world and
topics Finally I hung it up and forced my
wardrobe with mirrors that were inside
is no longer possible. That's when I accepted it
fatal decision, which subsequently
it turned my whole life upside down...
I remember that day very well. It was
the first number is the day my salary is paid
slackers. Looking through the results of the month
Yatsa, I roared like a buffalo at my subordinates -
threatening to fire them all without a day off
benefits. The secretary got more of everything
ex, although she performed regularly for a long time
I've been playing my role as a whore for a month. Generally ok
nal workflow. All my friends are on
the bosses behaved the same way and I was not
lure.
After work I ordered in glass oil
Terskaya has one large full-length mirror.
And while the workers were transporting him, he was slightly smoking
cleaned my closet: opened the doors, lifted
floor, lowered the ceiling. I was carried away by the madness
new idea -trap your reflection
ku. Make him live in the mirror without mine
direct presence! The idea is crazy
tsa. But this did not bother me, I worked in
sweating your brows in carrying out your plans... God!
How many years later did I try to repeat
try this combination. I have suffered no less than you -
thousands of mirrors: curved and straight, small and
huge, whole and made of pieces - all in vain
well... But then!
Workers installed a mirror where I put it
pointed - right in front of the half-opened school-
afa. Trembling with anticipation of a new
I stood in front of the mirror and turned on
light. Immediately my reflection was refracted into
thousands of repetitions. Eyes, hands, nose, legs,
hair - everything is mixed up. With a pounding
excitement in my heart, I suddenly jumped out of the field
visibility...
Even now I have a hard time remembering what
gone. It seemed to me that I shuddered all over
peace. What I wanted happened - my reflection
life is lost! But I didn't suspect us
how terrible it is to break the line between THEM
world and real. After all, THERE turned out to be another
peace. He couldn't live without it, and this one isn't in
could exist without it! Ele-
mental law of physics through which I
unceremoniously stepped over...
I stood aside and saw how my second
I was convulsing, trying to determine
pour where her own reflection, and where
that for which it is assigned by nature
repeat every movement. Reflections of the gap-
frayed, stuck together,fell apart and
joined together again. I'm so ra-
I was so confused by what I saw that I couldn’t move.
pour. As if enchanted, I looked at the square
a hole in physics that made your head spin.
I was delighted and scared. Childhood fear. I
broke something - something very dangerous. Need-
but it was immediately corrected. Unknown
My strength forced me to rush back,
to where I originally launched mine from
phantom I rushed to the large mirror and...
Subsequently, I scrolled many times in
this episode in my head, but it never came
what's the answer to what really happened?
in fact. I only remember an incomprehensible weightlessness
overwhelmed me, I lost my balance and
collapsed with his whole body on the mirror. But nothing
didn't happen! By saying “nothing” I mean
due to the expected fall of the mirror. I just
fell through him onto the floor and lost consciousness.
tion.
How long have I lain like this - one thing is known -
oh my god. But I just woke up completely
an apartment unknown to me. over my body
stood a poorly dressed woman and shrill
voice demanded some money from me.
Later it turned out that she is MY WIFE
OH, and we’ve been together with her for eight years! I don't
could understand nothing. I remember myself very well
and your past life. There was nothing in it
us, nor the poverty of the world in which I suddenly
found himself. But one thing is certain - in this world
They have known me very well for a very long time.
Having common sense and a strong nervous systemtopic, I realized that my seemingly harmless
the experiment opened a certain portal,
od into a parallel world unknown to us, where
we live our lives the same way, but not at all
as we know it. I've seen the movie a lot -
ov, I read books where the heroes fell into disrepair
difficult situations. But these were all fantasies, and
I personally experienced this myself in real life.
sti and it filled me with horror...
Describe the fear and humiliation that I
subsequently experienced it - it’s hard, and it’s not necessary -
it's good. I quickly got divorced, leaving my ugly
my dear wife and my unknown friends.
Quit the job that my previous
current double for many years. And
as best I could, I tried to restore my previous
life. But no matter how hard I tried, no matter where I settled
I tried - everything was in vain! In this world
I was destined to be a beggar
it was simply not possible to change anything and
maybe...
My mice and the outbuilding in which I now live
woo - that's all I managed to achieve. I
got used to my new world. With those backsides
the rivers on which I found myself. But I can't
get used to just one thought - my pr-
The world now belongs to my twin
ku. And that's why I, with an obsession with ma-
Nyaka, I buy such hated ones every day
I build mirrors for me, I build more and more new ones
high combinations. And day after day I endure
more and more failures, after which I
unable to contain my despair, with no
understandable raptureand I hit you with pleasure
to his reflection, distorted with anger. And
only the sound of broken mirrors brings me to
feeling and returns to reality, from which
which I, at times, want to end
myself...
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