---------- Track: ---- DONT STOP THE DREAM ------- By: ANDREW FER/PHANTOM FAMILY/160898 ---------- "Sky N 9" Cloud 1, Cloud 2, Cloud 3, ... boom! Cloud 9, Cloud 9, Cloud 9... From the impact on the firmament, Icarus For a moment my vision darkened. When the situation began to clear up, he felt on the top of my head slowly growing a big bump. - Eh, dad told me, “Put on your helmet, Icarus!”... I didn’t listen to smart advice. He raised his head up and began inspect the place where he was brought. The firmament was blue, with painted clouds. Firm to the touch and cool,it extended from horizon to horizon, on which it rested and why it didn’t fall is not clear. “Plexiglas,” thought Icarus, “they knew how to build! He ran his hand across the sky, on his fingers a layer of dust remained. Then he scribbled finger "Icarus was here" and stayed I'm quite pleased with my work. - They haven’t cleaned here for a long time... Okay, we should and get the job done... - Having said this, he took a drill out of his backpack and began to damage the nearest painted cloud. Having done a dozen holes, in the shape of a circle, he replaced the drill with a small file, and continued to open the skies. We flew down fragments of clouds, pieces of blue paint and other garbage. The sky wasn't very good durable and soon the work was done finished. He pressed on the perforated cloud and it fell inside with a crunch. C with difficulty squeezing into what was received hole, Icarus found himself in the dark and dusty corridor. I could imagine its dimensions difficult, since the walls were lost in the darkness. Judging by the echo, there was a lot of space. Pulling off themselves temporarily becoming unnecessary wings, Icarus took a lantern from his bag and looked around.The corridor was 10 meters wide and length... it’s not clear at all what... the light from the flashlight could not reach the opposite end. Was on the floor very thick layer of dust, it’s immediately clear what’s here no one has been there for a very long time. Icarus threw his bag over his shoulder, a little thought about choosing a direction, and decided go right. What happened - to the north, as seen from under the dome. Footsteps echoed in the silence corridor... and now it has already been sawed through hole disappeared into the darkness, and only a thin ray from The flashlight barely illuminated the road. Icarus had been walking for half an hour, but the corridor didn't end. But then the flashlight beam hit something. Snatching the old one from the darkness and rusty iron door. The hinges are rusty and it opened with a sharp creak, which echoed down the empty corridor. Behind the door was a fairly clean room, when compared with corridor, there was no dust here, but it was full of empty bottles, scraps newspapersand other garbage. Along the walls some devices were located, blinking many light bulbs, dimly lit monitors, something hummed, clicked and crackled. In the center of the room stood a stool, on which is a dirty bag of feathers perched, unlucky looking Angel. Feathers on him the wings were matted and had not been for a long time cleaned a very worn a sweatshirt, worn-out felt boots on his feet. Closing his eyes he played the labia accordion, something absolutely incomprehensible, but this "something" apparently drove him to such the melancholy that huge green tears rolled down his unshaven cheeks. Hearing the noise, he opened his teary eyes eyes and seeing the guest joyfully smiled. - A! Ikarushka! Well done for visiting respected the old one. And then you see me here alone I stayed completely to watch the sphere. It's painfully boring. - Hello Gavriilych, if you're not joking. I I see you have blossomed here without superiors. By the way, where is it? evaporatedsince you're here so proud are you sitting alone? - Yes, you see Ikarushka, there’s a new one here turnkey object is taken, the Earth is number 472, it was already promised not in 7 days due date, but at higher rates obligations - for five days manage. Well, that's all for this occasion decided to go to the opening, but they took me they left the eldest... - So, that means... Are you the eldest? And well Are you creating a dusty-winged beast? We have There, for the third day, night has not come, but you're chilling here! Worried you know, people. Do you have an answer? asks. It's like the end of the world or something what kind of misfortune? - Oh Ikarushka, I know about this misfortune, But I have nothing to do with it at all. This demonic one has spoiled us again photocell, and the spare one was only yesterday they sent it, but it’s heavy, I’m the only one I just can’t install it. Can you tell me old man, can you help me? Since it's already night for you get impatient... - What should I do, I’ll help... I’m downstairs they gave a strict order so that without normal the change of day and night did not return... What do you wantthey say with these progressors do it - but fix the sky. Gavriilich stood up, shook off the dust from wings, and with a groan hobbled towards warehouse premises, Icarus followed. In stock there was complete desolation, only in the middle of the hall there was a huge box with a large inscription “Do not turn over” and "Made in Heaven" Having somehow broken the packaging with a pry bar, I managed to open the box. Inside, in the depths of foam rubber, paper, glass wool and etc. packaging materials turned out to be small box - with an inscription "Photocell "Night" model A, GOST 7346-6". - .... and you couldn’t establish this alone ?! - Icarus gasped. - Well, how can I tell you... I’m not going inside I looked in... and before they, this..., took up the whole drawer... but apparently new model, I haven't had these things for a long time was studying. - Eh... what should we take from you celestials? ?!, took the box and went to central console, install it. By inserting a part, insteadburnt out. Icarus I tried the day/night switch. The light under the dome went out regularly and caught fire. I couldn't resist the temptation and a little I played around with the switch... imagining what's going on down there... On the way back I looked into the warehouse, in a pile of foam, curled up, already asleep battered angel. - Well, the celestials have gone today... eh... They completely forgot about our “system”. Apparently their experiment didn't work out. Well then an experiment is an experiment... And he walked back along the empty dusty corridor to jump back onto your unfinished seven-day Earth.
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