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Loneliness satellite
At that moment, as you read these lines, over our heads, rushing through space cold, gleaming silvery round belly, satellite "Kosmos-1484". He flies so intricate orbit for more than thirty years, with each turn of sinking lower and lower. This satellite difficult fate, and he left to live a little more than a month. Just a month - and gravity finally coincides with the splinter of the Soviet era, and he will return to earth. But before you break out in the dense layers of the atmosphere, it is their good sighted eyes have time to see what happened during his absence from the country, the world and all of us.
... I guess it will not be easy. When he was far away in the summer of 1983 was carried away up, full of strength, energy and consciousness of their high mission, the world was different.
In that year, the first time his country called the "evil empire." They called those who now stupor of their own impunity, killing hundreds of people around the world without charge or trial.
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He retired at the turn of epochs. In a year when the Arabs brought down the oil market when US cruise missiles were deployed in the UK and Germany. When was the start of "Star Wars" and the world is once again almost died in the nuclear fire.
He flew to the rumble of tanks in Lebanon and Syria, the roar of fighter jets in Libya and the shooting of French mercenaries in Chad.
In that year there was a Turkish Cyprus, as mayor of Chicago was first elected black. What a scandal!
It seemed that the world fell off the rails, but it was only the beginning. He flew from all this, firmly believing that the return to the new world - calm, wise and happy. But disaster struck - something went wrong in the control system, and it is forever lost contact with Earth.
Since then, the "Kosmos-1484" deaf and blind, and his movement was uncontrolled. Probably, it was hard to finish like this - still young, but already powerless. And he humbled himself, comforted by the idea that in the decade before his death have time with one eye to look at this new wonderful world.
Once, when he was flying over the motherland (he always felt that without the aid of instruments), its metallic heart pierced a sharp pain. And after something exploded inside, tearing apart, and hundreds of pieces of metal flew off in the flesh icy space.
Then the observers from the Earth will assume that it exploded battery, but I know that's not true. It's his heart burst, as the glass tube from the tank salvo of the House of Soviets in Moscow. It is no accident that happened in October 1993.
And since then, his life has turned space into flour, and all thoughts focused on the anticipation of the return - so soldiers rushing home from the war, knowing that the house no longer exists, but having faith in a miracle.
From the two-ton handsome young man he became a istrёpannogo old man with a broken heart. That country, which equips it to the long march, no longer exists. His feat is now unintelligible and uninteresting.
As a consolation, we can say only one thing - there he was still afraid. Afraid that he would collapse fiery, crimson meteor them on the lawn for a game of golf - because of its dull emptiness he had not heard anything about the reset policy, about nuclear parity and globalization. He is there as senile soldiers, unable to accept the inevitable, terrible his last devastating retaliation. They are afraid of it and try to calculate its trajectory, but I do not know calculations, that's not true.
He did not touch either good or evil, or indifferent. He melknёt the New Year in the night sky a golden stroke and flash white asterisk somewhere over the Ryazan region. And the children, his head thrown back, will make a wish: that has always been the sun that was always my mother has always been to heaven. And on top of all of us having seen rushing to shop for the holiday, snowman in the yard nine-panel, blue lights screens in the windows, breathing his native air, I'm a piece of his heart Winterhoof thaw, and he will forgive us. And for a moment before his death, he was the first time in thirty years the soul will smile. Because the world, though not become happy and wise, but it was still the same awesome as ever.
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... I guess it will not be easy. When he was far away in the summer of 1983 was carried away up, full of strength, energy and consciousness of their high mission, the world was different.
In that year, the first time his country called the "evil empire." They called those who now stupor of their own impunity, killing hundreds of people around the world without charge or trial.
[next]
He retired at the turn of epochs. In a year when the Arabs brought down the oil market when US cruise missiles were deployed in the UK and Germany. When was the start of "Star Wars" and the world is once again almost died in the nuclear fire.
He flew to the rumble of tanks in Lebanon and Syria, the roar of fighter jets in Libya and the shooting of French mercenaries in Chad.
In that year there was a Turkish Cyprus, as mayor of Chicago was first elected black. What a scandal!
It seemed that the world fell off the rails, but it was only the beginning. He flew from all this, firmly believing that the return to the new world - calm, wise and happy. But disaster struck - something went wrong in the control system, and it is forever lost contact with Earth.
Since then, the "Kosmos-1484" deaf and blind, and his movement was uncontrolled. Probably, it was hard to finish like this - still young, but already powerless. And he humbled himself, comforted by the idea that in the decade before his death have time with one eye to look at this new wonderful world.
Once, when he was flying over the motherland (he always felt that without the aid of instruments), its metallic heart pierced a sharp pain. And after something exploded inside, tearing apart, and hundreds of pieces of metal flew off in the flesh icy space.
Then the observers from the Earth will assume that it exploded battery, but I know that's not true. It's his heart burst, as the glass tube from the tank salvo of the House of Soviets in Moscow. It is no accident that happened in October 1993.
And since then, his life has turned space into flour, and all thoughts focused on the anticipation of the return - so soldiers rushing home from the war, knowing that the house no longer exists, but having faith in a miracle.
From the two-ton handsome young man he became a istrёpannogo old man with a broken heart. That country, which equips it to the long march, no longer exists. His feat is now unintelligible and uninteresting.
As a consolation, we can say only one thing - there he was still afraid. Afraid that he would collapse fiery, crimson meteor them on the lawn for a game of golf - because of its dull emptiness he had not heard anything about the reset policy, about nuclear parity and globalization. He is there as senile soldiers, unable to accept the inevitable, terrible his last devastating retaliation. They are afraid of it and try to calculate its trajectory, but I do not know calculations, that's not true.
He did not touch either good or evil, or indifferent. He melknёt the New Year in the night sky a golden stroke and flash white asterisk somewhere over the Ryazan region. And the children, his head thrown back, will make a wish: that has always been the sun that was always my mother has always been to heaven. And on top of all of us having seen rushing to shop for the holiday, snowman in the yard nine-panel, blue lights screens in the windows, breathing his native air, I'm a piece of his heart Winterhoof thaw, and he will forgive us. And for a moment before his death, he was the first time in thirty years the soul will smile. Because the world, though not become happy and wise, but it was still the same awesome as ever.
© e_super
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