My city 3: records Emmanuel
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Listening to Claudia Ivanovna, Vasily looked at the sky, and represented that the moon – one of heavenly bodies of the universe which gives to the person hope for the future. But, suddenly, it suddenly presented that the moon is shrouded in dark clouds. Around dark haze. Having thought of it to it became terribly. On his body ran an easy chill, and horror which already gushed over it, and he felt it from head to foot, became more terrible and dreadfully cold. Vasya with horror exclaimed:
– And if the Moon is shrouded too by dark clouds what then?
– Then? – for a second Claudia Ivanovna thought. – Then everything, end. End to all mankind. The end to the planet – the earth. – having told these words she having terrified from the thoughts aloud, threw. – To all end. To all this universe. – then she claimed. – Because without light there cannot be also darkness. Only infinite emptiness, and fear of inevitability of the helplessness. Helplessness before emptiness. – here Claudia Ivanovna looked at the watch weighing on one of lampposts on Patriarchal ponds. Without ten twelve. – Well we became engrossed in talking here, and guests will not wait. – then she hasty threw. – What do we cost? Let's desire to philosophize another time, and now it is necessary to work, and that guests will be dissatisfied.
Sitting on a bench at a lamppost, Zhora with companions, looked at the events kind from the outside. All that occurred this night – on Patriarchal ponds all seemed to them something mystical. Something unclear. They could not understand, all that happens to them – really or it is only a fruit of their imagination. Having plunged into a reasoning on the work by Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov "Master and Margarita", they obviously without understanding that got to his world. The world where the reality is crossed with reality. Voland's world, the Bassoon, it is checkered. His friend – the Hippopotamus cat. Beauty Gella. Azazello. Heart-broken women – Margarita. Her Master, and many other heroes of this remarkable novel. The novel – who cannot still answer the main issue of this novel – we are worthy that rest which Voland with the suite presented at the end of the travel across Moscow. Whether we are worthy that rest which granted them Yahshuah Ganotsri asking about it Voland – the force of evil. Voland – the evil. And as is well-known the good and evil are incompatible. Though according to Voland who said Levi Matvei that the shadow is an integral part of light, and the fact that the world will die in a bright ray of sunlight if without awaking a shadow. Perhaps he is right. The person and each animal hides from scorching the sun in a shadow. That if this shadow is not, and the sun would stand on the sky is immovable, burning everyone and everything on the way. Everything would die. Even the dead desert and that would burn down from scorching on it the sun what to tell about its inhabitants? They would burn down alive. What awful death. So angrily – the integral part is kind, and kindly the integral part is evil. It was, is and will be always. Let's remember at least Judas from Kariaf. Tell – he is an angry person or not? He betrayed Jesus, sold it for thirty silversmiths. But without having betrayed it Jesus, there would be no Golgotha, and there would be no death and revival. And the most important in this history, would not be what priests call: "Acceptance of sins of all mankind". Jesus went down to Hell, and saved all guilty souls, having assumed their sins. What is it? no other than self-sacrifice. Here main sense of this novel. Margarita offered herself for the sake of the Master, and Yahshuah Ganotsri offered himself for the sake of all of us – inhabitants of the earth. But we will return to ours, and Emmanuel sat on a bench. Looking at the events, they could not believe the eyes. They as if were in other world, the world – where there is no pain and violence where calm and a smooth surface. The world – full of rest and a pacification. It was pokoyno at heart. All fussiness and disorders disappeared without trace. They felt absolute rest and composure in the hearts. As for Emmanuel, she despite all silence and a smooth surface inherent here, she nevertheless did not believe that all this really happens. "It is only possible to dream about all this only, and that junked". So she considered. She considered that all this cannot be actually. It everything deprive someone's suggestion. Suggestion of that it in other world. The world – not subject to neither her understanding, nor understanding somebody. Possibly it to be absolutely in other place now, and all that it conducts this consequence of the drug injected by it at present. Medicine which suppresses mental consciousness of an individual of the person, and replaces it with another. Even if for insignificant time. Everything can be. One – an integral part of the second as the second – an integral part of the first or third, how it is deeply possible to suppress consciousness of the person and to make of it that the object a research which is necessary for the experimenter. These and similar experiments were made by Nazis, they left behind cruel heritage, nobody will begin to contradict it. But after all, if to see their medical records concerning human consciousness, then perhaps the science would move ahead much more. Here so again same statement: "Without the evil there is no good, and without good of the evil". This truth of centuries, and nobody will disprove it – ever. Emmanuel quietly asked Luda:
– Tell, really we see same? – it having made a pause, took an interest. – In general, where we? What occurs?
– I do not know. – the understanding Luda answered little. She did not know that to answer this question. At first it seemed to it that they simply see what said about that the story by Zhora found reality, and just about now everything will disappear. But she was mistaken. Disappeared nothing, only got the form. A form in the form of Claudia Ivanovna and her assistant – Vasily. – Obviously, – Luda assumed. – now we are somewhere between the worlds. Real or otherworldly. – it having made a pause, added. – Moscow, city of mysticism and secrets. – then she claimed. – In it everything is possible. – it having made a pause, added. – Even to visit the past and to return to the present. – it having made a pause, cautiously added. – Though there were cases when crossing this line – ultraboundary, from there did not come back any more.
Having outright frightened Emmanuel, that with an ostrastka looked round. This minute it seemed to it that it to be somewhere in space. Space between the real world and the other world. The world where there live heroes of novels. The mystical novels written about Moscow. She felt that it one of heroines of these stories. Stories – old Moscow. How many does it store secrets? It can with time and will open to us – mortal the secrets, but not now.
Emmanuel admitted:
– You know, I feel like one of heroes of the novel though I also sit on a bench now as the invited viewer, I all the same feel an integral part of some history. – it having made a pause, added. – I cannot tell what history yet, but I know, that is I feel that I we am not casual here, and still I should play a role in this play of life. I do not know what yet? But I precisely know that I, as well as you it is not casual here.
Zhora took an interest:
– Do you want to tell?.
– Yes. – did not allow to finish speaking to it Emmanuel. – We here that to understand something, to experience something. – it having made a pause, added. – We here that showed something to us. I do not know yet that I, but am fast we we learn about it. – finished Emmanuel the speech.
Luda took an interest:
– You are confident in it?
Emmanuel claimed:
– Absolutely.
But we will return to Claudia Ivanovna and to Vasily. What do they do? Yes perhaps anything. Having brought all goods in a tent, Vasya and Claudia Ivanovna opened a stall tent window, and having looked at the watch on which was already one minute to twelve, having looked at the sky, at a yellow siyayushcheyu with joyful light – the moon, Claudia Ivanovna told Vasily:
– Now on a path at Patriarchal ponds guests will appear.
And here, from far away, as if, the person appeared from nowhere. It was high growth, in a dress coat. On the head of it there was a cylinder, and he held a klyukha in the right hand, and in the right eye at it the monocle was visible. About such speak; "kalancha". However, many people used this term. Both in the ancient time, and now. We about the tall person say: "It! The Kalangcha went". About the little person we say: "Dwarf". Each of us is forced to suffer offensive nicknames. But unless the person is guilty only that he grew up in the Uncles Stepa size or its genes did not give it growth, and he became "Dwarf" or as we sometimes say: "It the Liliputian went". Offensively. It is a pity that we attribute to people those titles which they do not deserve. Well and that such is – they are great growth or not? Maybe they in something surpass us – normal by growth of people. But they will never tell it to us. Will not tell because we are not able to communicate with such as they. They are forced to live in the world, and only books their constants and loyal friends. Especially it as is not sad to concern people of small growth. Those which it is more than meter and it is less of that. I know such people. They live one. They have nobody, except same as they. Sometimes looking at them, I feel ill at ease to become. They are one. One, in this mad very madly huge world. The world where everything submits to the rules. In the world where tall persons – masters of this world govern. It is a pity that they do not notice little people. People who were dissolved as superfluous in this big and mad world of future technologies and progress. They disappeared – as superfluous. With such as they it is so difficult. Better to forget about them. To forget and to remember never. But they are, and from them not to get to anywhere. Little people – they it is never blown from a shadow. They it is not blown because others will not even notice them. Will pass by, and … as? They are absent. They are not in madness of life. It is a pity that all quite so, so, and differently. Can having seen at itself a log in an eye, we will cease to see sticks at others. It is a pity, can among little people, perhaps there are living in poverty professors and academicians. It is a pity, we never learn it. But we will return on Patriarchal ponds. What occurs there?
The tall person went on the laid-out stone blocks to a path. It went easy looking around. It was cheerful more than ever. About such say that these people were born with obvious desire "to live". Yes how not to want – to live? Whatever you may say, life this the most expensive, of course after family that is given us by nature. Agree, a miracle the birth the child's woman. Of course from a medical point the sight is clear how all this occurs. But from the philosophical point of view – the life given by the woman nothing else as a miracle. There is even such expression: "wonderful birth of new life". As we appreciate this life. Ourselves kill ourselves. Terribly. And that it is even more terrible, we do not understand that ourselves destroy ourselves.
But we departed from history. Having described in detail who such – the person in the cylinder, I will leave philosophical reflection, and I will pass to further history. The person in the cylinder went looking around. Who could tell about it something? Perhaps anybody. Let he will tell about himself: – I am a doctor. Practiced in the eighteenth eyelids in France. Moved to Russia by the invitation of His Most Reverend Eminence Knyazya of Razbultylkov. Great there was a prince. So flogged the lackeys when drinks too, and God forbid in cards to be lost, do not wait for mercy. To speak in any case, here, for example Troyekurov of "Pushkin". Yes that was much more indulgent than this. Then I fell in love with its daughter, and that learned. The wedding with a certain Bogachyov was prepared for it. At that money was – it is unknown how many. And Razbultylkov was a bankrupt. Here also the party turned up. Rather he the daughter sold – that for the rascal. Well I also suggested it to run. And he is a devil, her daddy found out it. The daughter under the lock, and me to a column and to flog. And all interiors to me also beat off. I had an internal bleeding, and I died. His daughter, having found out my death, committed suicide. It was drowned. – it finished the story.
Here second guest, that is guest. Young slender dark-haired woman. The woman appeared from nowhere. As if from air. From gone down on the earth down a cloud. From a fuzz of a heavenly smooth surface. Easy feather of purity of her soul. However, this purity was saddened hanging on her neck to a rope. To a rope which attached a stone. Stone of her sin. But it was not heavy it. It though hung on her neck, it was a burden on it not, and in joy. Here decreased it is told about that; that there is a life miracle. However, it is it is unlikely possible to judge this woman for what she made. What sined. As they say – a deadly sin. Who this woman? Her name is Katerina Razbultylkova. That woman who was wanted to be married not at her will wanted to marry, and that wanted in marriage for another: for the tall person in the cylinder. Yes probably was not on the cards. Katerina most likely could not live with such father and after her darling, by order of her father hammered and, she did not sustain it. The cruel father it left one. One with his demons, with its nightmares. Knowing that even if she will run away from it, that having found her will make with her everything that will wish, that it easily could give it on an entertainment to men, and then expel her from the estate, and in this case its destiny would be predetermined, she decided to commit such suicide. Last time