My city 2: The terrifying history Zhalovskoy, or the Spider. Dmitry Guéorguiévitch Borrony
Tell to whom this it was favorable, only parties. She made the decision and realized it. And here result. As you see I live in poverty, I make ends hardly meet. There is always no money, salary small, and the government claims that we still something have to it. To go here to DPRK. There is full socialism. Also lucky persons trade with other countries!
Roman listened to it and was terrified. He could not understand why Nina so hated capitalism? He took an interest.
– Do you hate capitalism only because you have no money? But whether you know? It is necessary to earn.
Nina answered.
– Yes under capitalism how many earn until the government raises a basket of a living wage though work on fathers-in-law works, all the same will be a little, and work comes out there is nothing.
– How there is nothing? I am discordant. Work always and. It is only necessary to know, where to settle.
– And you have such plush job?
– Perhaps.
Nina understood that they approached an essence of this conversation. Now she at last learns that from it it is necessary to it.
– I listen to you.
– That ж. – it began. – I suggest you to help the sister.
– Meaning?
– I will explain now. – he made a pause. At this moment the phone call of stationary phone sounded. The novel having risen from a table passed to the room, and having picked up the receiver from the telephone set, put it to an ear, and told. – Hallo.
That time, having remained one, Nina thought. She did not know what work this person wanted to offer it? And she could not understand why she told Roman all that she told him? Who made her concerning this Damned policy talk? You never know she thinks there? To speak to every first comer about everything? Still this call? Nina did not know who called on her phone number? She was not even sure that all that happens to it a reality. This can a dream? But too it is realistic to be a dream. Everything was real. She got up from a table, approached a window. Looking at the trees growing opposite to its windows, it seemed to it that something hid in them something awful, frightening. Something that she could not explain. Trees as if spoke to her, take care. Something terrible is also inexplicable awful it felt coming from this park. It was dreadfully awful. What is it? she could not understand It. She saw how in trees someone's small eyes directing horror flashed. They as if looked at it, to its apartment, and waited for something. But what? Could not understand this Nin. Her body was captured by horror. Heart shrank, and on all body ran goosebumps. Some terrible the presentiment did not leave her body. She felt that something to happen, but that? She did not know it. She turned back, looked in a corridor, and saw стоящею behind her Natalia. She looked at her and tried to tell something to her, but that? It could not be understood. She was silent, and having only pointed by a hand to a window, disappeared. Having immediately looked at Nin in a window, felt something that never felt. Full emptiness heart and all organism. As though someone pulled out from it all joy of life, all that it is necessary for the person for joy and life. In it there is no joy left, only full bottomless emptiness.
In it someone is a high time touched her shoulder, she sharply turned back, and having seen Roman, scaredly asked.
– What happened?
Roman heaved a deep sigh. He did not get used to bring bad messages, but this message was the fact that bad, it was awful. He told Nina.
– Your sister.
– What my sister? – scaredly asked Nin. – What happened?
– The plane by which it flew crashed. – he told her tragic news. – Truth …
Here he saw that Nina changed countenance. It was lifeless. Lifeless and white. White as measure. Trees brought it a bad message, and Roman confirmed it. Seeing that Nina falls on it unconscious, he picked up her, and having taken her on hands incurred to the room, and having put her to bed tried to bring her round, and then called the ambulance.
Having recovered, Nina saw near beds of the standing Roman. She did not know what now with it was? It was in confusion. Having looked at Roman, she quietly took an interest.
– Where Natalia? – then she asked – she died?
Having calmed Nina, Roman answered.
– I do not know it. "The plane made landing in France. – he told. – At Charles De Gaulle's airport". There several people descended from the plane. – Roman calmed Nina, and then added words which became optimistical for Nina. – Perhaps among descended there was your sister. Now it is checked.
– It is checked? – did not understand Nin at once. it is fixed looked at Roman, and asked: – Who are you such actually? And what from us it is necessary to you? – then she fainted again, and Roman having laid her on a bed, said in low tones.
– In due time you learn it. – he kissed her bluntly and having touched with a hand her hair, added as if admiring it. – Beauty!
Chapter-15
Two: I, and my the second I
"The plane made landing in France. At Charles De Gaulle's airport". There several people descended from the plane. These people were the most different nationalities. French, Spaniards, Africans. All arrived to Paris, someone on the personal records, someone on business, someone to have a rest. Among them there was a young woman. The young person who arrived by this flight to go further. Its plane was, departed in three hours. So she could take a walk in the city of haute couture, walk on shops, buy something for itself. Having passed passport – customs control, she left to the city, got into the taxi, and went to the city. Ekhy with the taxi driver, she thought: – Kind of it was good here, for Cardan. In the Damned country called by the USSR, and here on freedom, in the country where it is possible to open the business, to get on feet, to become the person. It is a pity that it is impossible! But whether it is impossible in general or in principle? Of course, it was possible. Was to go to the French Embassy here, in Paris enough and to ask political a shelter. To tell where it worked and to lay out everything about construction of the Soviet helicopters and the defensive industry. And here, she would receive that she wanted long ago freedom! Everything would be as she would like and in any way differently. – but what's next? Here in what a question? – what will be farther with me? Of course it is possible, I some time will hide? But whether I will be able to hide eternally? Somebody all the same recognizes me. I will be searched by investigation, and perhaps the Interpol department of capture of spies. Such department is, I perfectly know it. I of this system. What I am a silly woman that went to study to them! What on me found? Would live as all normal people now, and here?. – it interrupted the thoughts. To it, appear, that they climb to it in the head as if testing it. Watched what it will do next? There is such concept as influence of human mentality on the person. He thinks, analyzes, and makes decisions. All as always. Thoughts paste on us at once. There is a lot of them and they are so chaotic that our brain itself selects the thoughts, necessary for it, and gives them in our thinking, providing to ourselves to solve this or that problem of our life. The woman continued to reflect. – do you live as незнамо what? You execute orders, you kill people. – she made a pause. – And it is given everyone. Everyone who to study as the intelligence agent, dooms himself if not to loneliness, then to difficult, difficult life. And it is the fact. So I advise really to think before solving whom to you to become. But it is fine. Think of thoughts, and in France I am for a while. Is necessary though something to look. D'Eiffel tower, for example. Speak from there all Paris is visible! Ah! Paris-Paris! There is no city, probably, in all this world more perfectly. Many artists and writers created the masterpieces here! Dumas father, Dumas son. They created the best works in France. The lady with butts, three musketeers. Prisoner of Château d'If. I list all the famous works by these authors, those which know the whole world! And artists? Let's remember all the favourite abstract artist, Salvador Dalí. Who knows, he would paint all these pictures if he does not live in France? It seems to me that is not present, did not write. I cannot but also tell about Anjelica and her all stories. Anjelica is the