598
Monograms time
Opened fridge breathed frosty mustiness and void. Maxim scanned the shelves, move boxes in the vain hope of finding unseen corner of any edible product. It is unclear why so and killed at work, at home, even if there is nothing to eat? And even if the work was so much love to give her without a trace. And because management manager office plankton - ugh! - The mind and the heart. Do not even say that he koryachitsya in order to feed his family. No more family. However, he is guilty. We had previously thought. And the "former", by the way, too. She knew no one - the wedding was stupid revenge her friend, in which Maxim at the time was in love. Pretty soon it became clear that none of her friends are not worth such a sacrifice. And now the son is growing up without a father. Already two months have not seen him. Or three? It's not enough time - if it seeps through your fingers and goes into the quicksand ...
Maxim looked at the dark rectangle of the window - in the last half hour the weather has not changed. Streams sleet obliquely crossed out the dim street lights. No, thank you! He's just there, even warm up too late. To come back to this abomination, to run to the store or cafe, it does not reach enthusiasm. Maxim again sadly looked at the empty refrigerator. At the bottom of the door niche quietly lurking open bottle of vodka. In fact, it is not the case - a habit, elaborated sports mode. That bottle and taken root here, useless, since the new year. Ah, now would at least some curve cucumber and 100 grams, it is quite possible, would benefit!
Maxim dawned with more family time something edible would be still on hand in the pantry. Mother-in-law, convinced Summer Resident fanatically supplied daughter and his grandson environmentally friendly production from its site in unimaginable quantities. This is good for the year it was impossible to overeat, so his wife occasionally, secretly from his mother, arranged in a large closet cleaning. Ever since she left, taking his son in the closet no one looked. And there may well find the whole deposit wonderful snack.
Not to Maxim afraid of the dark or tightness - no. Just closet he did not like. Dusty, stuffy, do not understand that where to look, and even light bulb burned out long ago, and he forgets everything and buy a new screw.
Sickly pale spot light a tiny halogen flashlight randomly sharilo the dark sides of the cans. Well, that here with salt and which jam? Maxim stepped on something with his foot. He shines on the floor. Ah, yes Pasha, ah, yes son! Five years old kid, and he had to hide from parents slingshot! Maxim felt his downright blows from the pride of his son forge, a real man! Now there is no longer made! But then wilted - mother-in-law will spoil the boy. He raised his slingshot and thoughtfully twirled it in his hands. What is this astrakhan cut here? "M"? Or «W»? Pasha letters just started to develop, but any turn to him the monogram can not have a relationship. I found a can? ..
Suddenly Maxim said that right out of the wall before it makes its way flat light. Strange. That sound insulation in the panel house, no - that's clear. How many times - neighbor sneezes, wish him health, and it is because of the wall says: "Thank you." But that's how - through crack - this has not happened. Maxim tried to grope her. Suddenly the wall under his arm with a shrill creaking wooden leaned forward.
Maxim surprise even forgot to swear. In my head frantically swept out: "It's not me!", "This is me?", "Hack-builders," "Neighbor moron!". The terrible word "repair" - painful blow to the skull and beat it to catch the bird.
Another could be to retreat, to pretend that he did not see anything. But Maxim, stronger holding in his hand a slingshot, has stepped into the hole. It was necessary to find out relations with the residents of the broken wall. If only the owners were at home ...
Landlords Maxim saw. His gaze fell into the abyss of the blue open sky. Lush flowering grass gently swaying underfoot rang grasshoppers and other bug. A warm breeze snapped volatile healthy pine forest. Framed thickets alternating wide and thorough was the river.
But even more than the waterway on the 12th floor of a typical urban high-rises, Maxim struck floated on her air mattress. Very much I looked ridiculous this attribute resort holiday with the hot south in an idyllic rural scene. The boys frolicking on the sandbar, also noticed a mattress, and now something loudly discussed, looking at him.
- Guys, do not! - Maxim whispered. Lived in him the boy immediately understood the strategic plan of the boys, and the rational mind of an adult immediately assessed the risks of their plan.
Maxim knew from childhood such rivers - looks spectacular, but terribly insidious its maelstrom, whirlpools and rapids. Yes, and by the air mattress he felt a deep personal dislike. For his first vacation at sea, he bought a flotation device and was not slow to try it. Innocent breeze dragged to the shore, he paid no attention. And in vain! Small ripples seasick hapless bather and, mesmerized, he did not see how it drifted out to sea. At first Maxim tried to scrape with the property. But when he saw that the distance from the coast is increasing, I understood - the two of them did not survive. The wind got stronger noticeable in the open, happily picked freed from swimmer mattress and tossing and turning it dragged prey in the sea. By the way, the mattress was exactly the same nasty color: toxic yellow flowers on a dark blue background.
Meanwhile, the events unfolding on the river, as you might expect, the most tragic way. One of the boys swam out to the middle to grab the trophy. Fast for the boy sucked and discharged from the rapids. Overtaking own feet, Maxim rushed to the river. Far ahead of him on the bank of who are in a desperate situation other herd boys swept the entire company. But the help they could only valuable advice:
- Hold on!
- Row more!
- Swim here!
Maxim managed to catch up with this crazy cavalcade when the river, as if seeing a strong support group, suddenly decided to release a frustrated victim of his embrace:
"Not very much, and I had ..." - a lazy river and purred winked acid roses inflatable mattress before forever hide his behind his bend.
- You ... This ... - Maxim choked furious after the race. He suddenly noticed that until now was holding a slingshot with the anagram, and for some reason handed her boyfriend. - At just better. And do not do that anymore ...
Eyes happily escaped just scratched the gift and suddenly darted guiltily:
- It's n-not mine! Ches-word, d-uncles! - Boys teeth chattering from the cold and stressful experiences.
Maxim stared at his tanned face, wet strands of blond hair burned. He suddenly realized that the person knows of his baby pictures. And long satin panties, striped, who sewed the grandmother, he would never forget. And anagram on the slingshot, he is also remembered.
- Similarly, uncles, this is not it! - Together zagaldeli boys around.
Sanka-Sable, Dyda, Hrjapa, Gray, Uncle Vanya, Tolya-Goose, small shket - someone's brother, whose name is no longer remember. Maxim crowded around his childhood pals. And the worst thing that he looked a little on the big, stupid smile and blue lips.
Maxim felt just lived through the fear gave way to apathy. In vain, he was so excited - this kid out of danger. Because it is - a hallucination, but a hallucination can not drown in the river nonexistent. And this lovely village on the shore - the village of his childhood - it was just that before it swallowed many years ago, the sprawling city. And the old abandoned room on the outskirts, between the forest and the river, in the village which had only notoriety - all a mirage, inexplicably emerged from the depths of memory. Now he will go into the black, covered with lichen door through which so ridiculous appeared in this strange, long-vanished world, and will once again be in his bachelor apartment, lies in a cold bed, will be covered from head warm blanket until the morning time to see many more amazing vivid dreams.
On the threshold of the bath lay dropped by a halogen lamp. Awkward surrounded by patriarchal sets a cheap Chinese trifle, he now seemed to Maxim straw savvy secret accomplice, the hope of salvation. Feeling confident in themselves, Maxim went to the door. But inside, he saw only the old bath - dented the rotten floor, some rubbish web. On a shelf was fractured portfolio. His Maxim learned immediately.
He then studied at the Institute on fizvose. Yes, he was in his biography of such a fact. Kids dream - to become a football coach. After graduating from the Faculty of Physical Education Maxim even had time to work on a specialty. It is a pity that in a new country to work with children pay only moral satisfaction, not secured by cash. Maxim opened his briefcase. He remembered how it happened: on the way home in the bus he put the bag behind the seat above the rear wheel, and when it was going to go, it turned out that the stolen bag. With the re-taking of the lab then I had to take a steam bath. And the summary of works VI Lenin nights copied to dump arms. And he is - here it is! And this is how to understand?
Between abstracts Maxim saw a carton of milk and white bread in a plastic bags. Apparently, then after a couple he could drop into the shop. Baton tempting smelled fresh bread, milk and a package covered with cold drops of condensate, if only showcases. But this can not be!
He opened the bag and gently sniffed the contents, tasted on the tongue, took a sip. And almost burst into tears: milk, most real milk, fresh and even holodnenkoe. For hallucinations everything happening it was too realistic. Unless there are such hallucinations that affect all the senses, until the taste buds? About this he had never heard. This is a complete and anomalschina zapredelschina! As he was here, among the long-extinct landscapes and disappeared from his life of people? He allegedly fell into a hole in time! A typical winter evening, from his own pantry, from Teschin stocks without any help from the curious and vorovityh aliens from outer space. A kind of Bermuda Triangle in a given city apartment. But what do these lost things at different times? They, too, leak here at some of the Provisional cracks?
But does not all this is that for the time he was missing? As it is not clear where lost hundreds of thousands of people every year. But he is not ready to disappear here forever! He has not had time to do everything in life! Where is the exit? Where output ???
Maxim rushed feel rough splintery walls of the old baths ...
Summer has exceeded its peak. Already expired Elijah's Day. "The Prophet Elijah in the river pissed" - said the old man, and this meant that the bathing season of the year for kids is completed and the case goes to fall.
Maxim obvyksya in almost leisurely country life. It was not too hard: he grew up here and has been accustomed since childhood to work on the ground. He rented a room at Grandma Mykitishny. First, to work in the garden and around the house - in the village there is always a skilful use of male hands and then perched earn on MTS, the collective farm machinery repair. The only thing he could not get used to - watch as a father leads his little workshop and teaches in what now has become his job. Especially exciting was when the father is now his age, respectfully greeted Maxim:
- Health, Petrovich!
At such moments, Maxim simply choked by arching his conflicting emotions: surprise, pride, secret knowledge, sentimentality.
A chance meeting with his mother, he was a little afraid. No matter how trying to do aloof indifference, it had not turned out too. She noticed his agitation, and trying not to show his interest, stealthily peered into his face. And as if to feel something, but could not guess what it is.
Snatched from the stupid and crazy whirlwind of his life, Maxim suddenly had the opportunity to look around and quietly, without fuss, thinking. Layer after layer stripping bedding household chores, empty commitment, ambition, envy, vanity, slurred incentives and other chimeras civilization, he gradually lost cleared the way for themselves.
Maxim had almost got used to finding the most incredible things considered lost or lost, not noticing. They allegedly leaked by slits, holes, loopholes in time for his lost master. There could find anything from pacifiers and rattles to official Punch. How much trash he pereteryal necessary for your life! Handkerchiefs, combs, torn buttons, pens and other small stationery, keys to the castle is not known what, important papers, or rather, when something important, and now just paper with gnarled oak-deprived human sense, bureaucratic phrase. Some things soon disappeared again. Apparently, it is enough to torment the owner, they were, where they were looking for. Only single mountain multicolored socks under the bed has grown steadily. Sometimes they got here clean and several times even in wet and soapy foam.
Maxim was very happy when he found the coins of the old sample. For this little thing here could be a lot of things to buy. Wrinkled rubles treshki and were a real state. One got a brand new gold piece. Fortunately, a saleswoman in a rural Kooptorge did not notice that her year of release notes is yet to come. But 400 pale green of money with portraits of overseas presidents who Maxim once held in the stash, and I thought that my wife found them, but not admitted, is not pleased. Currency had wrapped together with a stone in the newspaper "Izvestia" and drown in an outhouse. Away from sin.
He's hoping to find some good books, because they are always lost with sad regularity. But in addition to "Materials XXVIIsezda Party" so nothing was found. Apparently, this literature does not disappear with time, and "lost" only by changing the hosts.
Knowing the characteristics of things, appear at the most inopportune moment in the most unexpected place, Maxim carefully followed in order to collect them, until some compromising not caught the eye of curious villagers. However, sometimes a tie Mykitishna found in the hallway or stale underwear on the fence. Fortunately for Maxim, she interpreted it differently:
- To marry you - sigh hostess. - Look at us an unmarried teacher - intelligent woman, accurate, hard-working. You'll be fed, obstiran, Baby ...
Ha! This chuvyrla a strange klikuha Shurale one has managed to spoil his children's krovushku. How - first teacher. Recall only those stories about his knowledge of the ways of life and related small pranks, she left every week in the diary! And now to marry her? Thank you! Anyway, having learned from sad experience of his foolish marriage, now with women, he decided to build in another way: no nonsense, apart from a light or non-binding flirt. And if you go to the registrar, it is only by mutual firm conviction that this is the only right way for both.
But it will not now and not here. Now something prevented Maxim build warm relations with former villagers - on the bottom of his mind continued to live the belief that all these wonderful kind people actually fake. They - phantoms of his memory.
A lost things continued his strange cycle time. Maxim was already used to treat them as artifacts of the past. Although understand some inconsistency - for his present most of them are not very far or future.
But that day something incredible happened: Max pulled from under the pillow passport. The oddity was that on his mind, he never lost documents. But everything was right: from the first page on the Maxim tensely watched 25-year-old himself. Name, signature - all the same. The horror began on the next page - the name and signature were the same, but the picture ... Maxim carefully looked into the calm, almost tired face mature men: the familiar features slightly oplyli, were covered with mesh of wrinkles around the eyes, forehead hairline noticeably moved back. It was him, but he did not. It is - but forty-five!
Hands covered with Maxim hot sticky sweat and much trembling - it's not filthy vorozhenie on the map some troubled fortune tellers, which you want to - believe, and do not want - Laugh and pound. He realized that holds your destiny is not alleged, as well as an accomplished and documented. The future that has already taken place and is not appealable. He turned the page marital status. Who is it?
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Maxim looked at the dark rectangle of the window - in the last half hour the weather has not changed. Streams sleet obliquely crossed out the dim street lights. No, thank you! He's just there, even warm up too late. To come back to this abomination, to run to the store or cafe, it does not reach enthusiasm. Maxim again sadly looked at the empty refrigerator. At the bottom of the door niche quietly lurking open bottle of vodka. In fact, it is not the case - a habit, elaborated sports mode. That bottle and taken root here, useless, since the new year. Ah, now would at least some curve cucumber and 100 grams, it is quite possible, would benefit!
Maxim dawned with more family time something edible would be still on hand in the pantry. Mother-in-law, convinced Summer Resident fanatically supplied daughter and his grandson environmentally friendly production from its site in unimaginable quantities. This is good for the year it was impossible to overeat, so his wife occasionally, secretly from his mother, arranged in a large closet cleaning. Ever since she left, taking his son in the closet no one looked. And there may well find the whole deposit wonderful snack.
Not to Maxim afraid of the dark or tightness - no. Just closet he did not like. Dusty, stuffy, do not understand that where to look, and even light bulb burned out long ago, and he forgets everything and buy a new screw.
Sickly pale spot light a tiny halogen flashlight randomly sharilo the dark sides of the cans. Well, that here with salt and which jam? Maxim stepped on something with his foot. He shines on the floor. Ah, yes Pasha, ah, yes son! Five years old kid, and he had to hide from parents slingshot! Maxim felt his downright blows from the pride of his son forge, a real man! Now there is no longer made! But then wilted - mother-in-law will spoil the boy. He raised his slingshot and thoughtfully twirled it in his hands. What is this astrakhan cut here? "M"? Or «W»? Pasha letters just started to develop, but any turn to him the monogram can not have a relationship. I found a can? ..
Suddenly Maxim said that right out of the wall before it makes its way flat light. Strange. That sound insulation in the panel house, no - that's clear. How many times - neighbor sneezes, wish him health, and it is because of the wall says: "Thank you." But that's how - through crack - this has not happened. Maxim tried to grope her. Suddenly the wall under his arm with a shrill creaking wooden leaned forward.
Maxim surprise even forgot to swear. In my head frantically swept out: "It's not me!", "This is me?", "Hack-builders," "Neighbor moron!". The terrible word "repair" - painful blow to the skull and beat it to catch the bird.
Another could be to retreat, to pretend that he did not see anything. But Maxim, stronger holding in his hand a slingshot, has stepped into the hole. It was necessary to find out relations with the residents of the broken wall. If only the owners were at home ...
Landlords Maxim saw. His gaze fell into the abyss of the blue open sky. Lush flowering grass gently swaying underfoot rang grasshoppers and other bug. A warm breeze snapped volatile healthy pine forest. Framed thickets alternating wide and thorough was the river.
But even more than the waterway on the 12th floor of a typical urban high-rises, Maxim struck floated on her air mattress. Very much I looked ridiculous this attribute resort holiday with the hot south in an idyllic rural scene. The boys frolicking on the sandbar, also noticed a mattress, and now something loudly discussed, looking at him.
- Guys, do not! - Maxim whispered. Lived in him the boy immediately understood the strategic plan of the boys, and the rational mind of an adult immediately assessed the risks of their plan.
Maxim knew from childhood such rivers - looks spectacular, but terribly insidious its maelstrom, whirlpools and rapids. Yes, and by the air mattress he felt a deep personal dislike. For his first vacation at sea, he bought a flotation device and was not slow to try it. Innocent breeze dragged to the shore, he paid no attention. And in vain! Small ripples seasick hapless bather and, mesmerized, he did not see how it drifted out to sea. At first Maxim tried to scrape with the property. But when he saw that the distance from the coast is increasing, I understood - the two of them did not survive. The wind got stronger noticeable in the open, happily picked freed from swimmer mattress and tossing and turning it dragged prey in the sea. By the way, the mattress was exactly the same nasty color: toxic yellow flowers on a dark blue background.
Meanwhile, the events unfolding on the river, as you might expect, the most tragic way. One of the boys swam out to the middle to grab the trophy. Fast for the boy sucked and discharged from the rapids. Overtaking own feet, Maxim rushed to the river. Far ahead of him on the bank of who are in a desperate situation other herd boys swept the entire company. But the help they could only valuable advice:
- Hold on!
- Row more!
- Swim here!
Maxim managed to catch up with this crazy cavalcade when the river, as if seeing a strong support group, suddenly decided to release a frustrated victim of his embrace:
"Not very much, and I had ..." - a lazy river and purred winked acid roses inflatable mattress before forever hide his behind his bend.
- You ... This ... - Maxim choked furious after the race. He suddenly noticed that until now was holding a slingshot with the anagram, and for some reason handed her boyfriend. - At just better. And do not do that anymore ...
Eyes happily escaped just scratched the gift and suddenly darted guiltily:
- It's n-not mine! Ches-word, d-uncles! - Boys teeth chattering from the cold and stressful experiences.
Maxim stared at his tanned face, wet strands of blond hair burned. He suddenly realized that the person knows of his baby pictures. And long satin panties, striped, who sewed the grandmother, he would never forget. And anagram on the slingshot, he is also remembered.
- Similarly, uncles, this is not it! - Together zagaldeli boys around.
Sanka-Sable, Dyda, Hrjapa, Gray, Uncle Vanya, Tolya-Goose, small shket - someone's brother, whose name is no longer remember. Maxim crowded around his childhood pals. And the worst thing that he looked a little on the big, stupid smile and blue lips.
Maxim felt just lived through the fear gave way to apathy. In vain, he was so excited - this kid out of danger. Because it is - a hallucination, but a hallucination can not drown in the river nonexistent. And this lovely village on the shore - the village of his childhood - it was just that before it swallowed many years ago, the sprawling city. And the old abandoned room on the outskirts, between the forest and the river, in the village which had only notoriety - all a mirage, inexplicably emerged from the depths of memory. Now he will go into the black, covered with lichen door through which so ridiculous appeared in this strange, long-vanished world, and will once again be in his bachelor apartment, lies in a cold bed, will be covered from head warm blanket until the morning time to see many more amazing vivid dreams.
On the threshold of the bath lay dropped by a halogen lamp. Awkward surrounded by patriarchal sets a cheap Chinese trifle, he now seemed to Maxim straw savvy secret accomplice, the hope of salvation. Feeling confident in themselves, Maxim went to the door. But inside, he saw only the old bath - dented the rotten floor, some rubbish web. On a shelf was fractured portfolio. His Maxim learned immediately.
He then studied at the Institute on fizvose. Yes, he was in his biography of such a fact. Kids dream - to become a football coach. After graduating from the Faculty of Physical Education Maxim even had time to work on a specialty. It is a pity that in a new country to work with children pay only moral satisfaction, not secured by cash. Maxim opened his briefcase. He remembered how it happened: on the way home in the bus he put the bag behind the seat above the rear wheel, and when it was going to go, it turned out that the stolen bag. With the re-taking of the lab then I had to take a steam bath. And the summary of works VI Lenin nights copied to dump arms. And he is - here it is! And this is how to understand?
Between abstracts Maxim saw a carton of milk and white bread in a plastic bags. Apparently, then after a couple he could drop into the shop. Baton tempting smelled fresh bread, milk and a package covered with cold drops of condensate, if only showcases. But this can not be!
He opened the bag and gently sniffed the contents, tasted on the tongue, took a sip. And almost burst into tears: milk, most real milk, fresh and even holodnenkoe. For hallucinations everything happening it was too realistic. Unless there are such hallucinations that affect all the senses, until the taste buds? About this he had never heard. This is a complete and anomalschina zapredelschina! As he was here, among the long-extinct landscapes and disappeared from his life of people? He allegedly fell into a hole in time! A typical winter evening, from his own pantry, from Teschin stocks without any help from the curious and vorovityh aliens from outer space. A kind of Bermuda Triangle in a given city apartment. But what do these lost things at different times? They, too, leak here at some of the Provisional cracks?
But does not all this is that for the time he was missing? As it is not clear where lost hundreds of thousands of people every year. But he is not ready to disappear here forever! He has not had time to do everything in life! Where is the exit? Where output ???
Maxim rushed feel rough splintery walls of the old baths ...
Summer has exceeded its peak. Already expired Elijah's Day. "The Prophet Elijah in the river pissed" - said the old man, and this meant that the bathing season of the year for kids is completed and the case goes to fall.
Maxim obvyksya in almost leisurely country life. It was not too hard: he grew up here and has been accustomed since childhood to work on the ground. He rented a room at Grandma Mykitishny. First, to work in the garden and around the house - in the village there is always a skilful use of male hands and then perched earn on MTS, the collective farm machinery repair. The only thing he could not get used to - watch as a father leads his little workshop and teaches in what now has become his job. Especially exciting was when the father is now his age, respectfully greeted Maxim:
- Health, Petrovich!
At such moments, Maxim simply choked by arching his conflicting emotions: surprise, pride, secret knowledge, sentimentality.
A chance meeting with his mother, he was a little afraid. No matter how trying to do aloof indifference, it had not turned out too. She noticed his agitation, and trying not to show his interest, stealthily peered into his face. And as if to feel something, but could not guess what it is.
Snatched from the stupid and crazy whirlwind of his life, Maxim suddenly had the opportunity to look around and quietly, without fuss, thinking. Layer after layer stripping bedding household chores, empty commitment, ambition, envy, vanity, slurred incentives and other chimeras civilization, he gradually lost cleared the way for themselves.
Maxim had almost got used to finding the most incredible things considered lost or lost, not noticing. They allegedly leaked by slits, holes, loopholes in time for his lost master. There could find anything from pacifiers and rattles to official Punch. How much trash he pereteryal necessary for your life! Handkerchiefs, combs, torn buttons, pens and other small stationery, keys to the castle is not known what, important papers, or rather, when something important, and now just paper with gnarled oak-deprived human sense, bureaucratic phrase. Some things soon disappeared again. Apparently, it is enough to torment the owner, they were, where they were looking for. Only single mountain multicolored socks under the bed has grown steadily. Sometimes they got here clean and several times even in wet and soapy foam.
Maxim was very happy when he found the coins of the old sample. For this little thing here could be a lot of things to buy. Wrinkled rubles treshki and were a real state. One got a brand new gold piece. Fortunately, a saleswoman in a rural Kooptorge did not notice that her year of release notes is yet to come. But 400 pale green of money with portraits of overseas presidents who Maxim once held in the stash, and I thought that my wife found them, but not admitted, is not pleased. Currency had wrapped together with a stone in the newspaper "Izvestia" and drown in an outhouse. Away from sin.
He's hoping to find some good books, because they are always lost with sad regularity. But in addition to "Materials XXVIIsezda Party" so nothing was found. Apparently, this literature does not disappear with time, and "lost" only by changing the hosts.
Knowing the characteristics of things, appear at the most inopportune moment in the most unexpected place, Maxim carefully followed in order to collect them, until some compromising not caught the eye of curious villagers. However, sometimes a tie Mykitishna found in the hallway or stale underwear on the fence. Fortunately for Maxim, she interpreted it differently:
- To marry you - sigh hostess. - Look at us an unmarried teacher - intelligent woman, accurate, hard-working. You'll be fed, obstiran, Baby ...
Ha! This chuvyrla a strange klikuha Shurale one has managed to spoil his children's krovushku. How - first teacher. Recall only those stories about his knowledge of the ways of life and related small pranks, she left every week in the diary! And now to marry her? Thank you! Anyway, having learned from sad experience of his foolish marriage, now with women, he decided to build in another way: no nonsense, apart from a light or non-binding flirt. And if you go to the registrar, it is only by mutual firm conviction that this is the only right way for both.
But it will not now and not here. Now something prevented Maxim build warm relations with former villagers - on the bottom of his mind continued to live the belief that all these wonderful kind people actually fake. They - phantoms of his memory.
A lost things continued his strange cycle time. Maxim was already used to treat them as artifacts of the past. Although understand some inconsistency - for his present most of them are not very far or future.
But that day something incredible happened: Max pulled from under the pillow passport. The oddity was that on his mind, he never lost documents. But everything was right: from the first page on the Maxim tensely watched 25-year-old himself. Name, signature - all the same. The horror began on the next page - the name and signature were the same, but the picture ... Maxim carefully looked into the calm, almost tired face mature men: the familiar features slightly oplyli, were covered with mesh of wrinkles around the eyes, forehead hairline noticeably moved back. It was him, but he did not. It is - but forty-five!
Hands covered with Maxim hot sticky sweat and much trembling - it's not filthy vorozhenie on the map some troubled fortune tellers, which you want to - believe, and do not want - Laugh and pound. He realized that holds your destiny is not alleged, as well as an accomplished and documented. The future that has already taken place and is not appealable. He turned the page marital status. Who is it?
Source: