I understood that he was not being hypocritical either with me or with Sedov. Not with anyone else - he was a cat-man. He simply saw what was really happening, without thinking about the meaning of what was happening, and acted without really trying to achieve anything. My thoughts on how to relax and at the same time act on the edge of the possible went far beyond Boxing."
I have written a few quotes from this literary work in my personal diary, not to use them in any conversation, but to remind myself of how people can and do solve problems.
I have worked all my life as a doctor, a surgeon in a psychiatric clinic, and I have noticed that mentally ill people, like normal people, are divided into several categories. In the first group, there are those who have the feeling that they can do something, run away somewhere, and they actually do it, but they have to be returned to their places. In the second - those who are constantly sitting on the beds, picking at pictures on the Wallpaper, and mumbling senselessly. In the third - those who are desperate to be cured, they walk along the corridors, say " Hello!» and they go somewhere. And in the fourth group, everything is unclear - either a living solution, or a dead silence. It's the same in real life, too. When you realize that there is a way out, you are blocked from all possibilities, and when you are desperate, like those psychos, they give you the smallest help.
You ask, “why are you giving me a break? Why do you take away what I deserve?”
Part 1. Chapter 3.
If I'm alone in the city, I'll go anywhere. It was dark, but the desire to learn something new was still there. Sixteenth Avenue was home to a sanitarium, a movie theater, swimming pools, billionaire stores, and then entertainment clubs. I went there, but I don't know why.
Nicholas, seeing me, came up and told me the horror. A small son, hiding behind a scrap yard, overheard the conversation, came and asked where his grandmother and aunt were. I had to explain that two mutants had trashed the house, and my family had been burned in the car. The boy clenched his fists fiercely, promised revenge, but was surprised and hugged us.
As they walked, the friends talked about the news they'd seen on TV last week. We went to the bus stop, but as there was no one there, we "rented" someone else's car and drove to seventy-ninth street. It was quiet here. They started looking for Wallis Ive. A thirty-year-old American woman, who works in a night restaurant, went to resorts and worked part-time in cafes, refused to be courted by cultured Englishmen and Italians. She Chose Nicholas. Now they are raising their only son together. Such case.
K-Gelsey is five miles from here. It's nice to be friends with someone like a friend. We put our arms around each other. It was fun to live a new life: after losing a few colleagues, walking around the city with a friend and his son, joking as if nothing had happened, hiding behind boxes, afraid of passing cars. However, we quickly got used to such precautions. It was dangerous in darling, even if It was your hometown. Only those who lived closer to the border could know where the exit was, but they still had to be found.
Finally, we arrived at the small K-Gelsey house, went into the lobby after opening the revolving door, went to the counter, waited for five minutes, and when Wallis saw us, she asked the assistant to serve the other customers.
She came up to us and said: "Hello! Hey, Nicholas, who's that man? Your friend?" and then she whispered something in his ear, but I knew she was indignant. "You shouldn't have brought him here now!"
Without any boundaries, the girl could find an approach to any person, talk about everything, while the zealous feeling was spun only after communicating on bad topics. "Are they better?" or "Why? What's the point?"
Wallis and Nicholas chatted in the vicinity, then they went to the dressing room. I stayed in the cafe and started thinking. Alex, their son, came up to me.
"Hey, kid.
"How do you do?"
"How's it going?"
"All right.
"Your dad is telling your mom to leave town. Do you know that?"
"I don't know. What does dad want to do?
"We'll find out the plan later.
"Let's play?" I'll bring the ball, throw it, and you'll catch it.
"That's right.
While we were sitting and playing, I suddenly felt strange vibrations. The radio receiver in my pocket turned on, but I remembered turning it off yesterday because of interference.
I stopped Alex, and we went outside, and we heard voices:
"- Forty-seven, fifty-four, sixty-six, seventy-four-the rebus fragment, and these numbers were coordinates.
"I'm sorry, what?"
I'm asking you to give me the number of that newspaper...
"Oh, I'm sorry. Here, please, take this...
"If there's anything interesting, I'll subscribe to the news.
"We've been flying for two days now.
"Really?"
"Yes," - I said.
- Dear passengers! We ask you to move carefully to your seats, as an unexpected landing of the aircraft is possible.
"So, what's here?" Ah, mysterious occurrences in the African desert. Interesting.
"Hello," I said. Read it?
"Yes," I said. It says here: "The girl is cursed by the inhabitants of the village of Walchs, because she was honest, but she had to serve as a defender of the desert. It has become a Mirage."
- Creepy, but as a matter of right. Who will prevent evil people-robbers, robbers, the same lady, if not her?
"I agree.
"You should read these Newspapers, but I don't recommend flipping through the news often.
"All right, then.
- Dear passengers. Now we are flying into a strange cloud. Everyone put on your oxygen mask".
"Again?" - I asked.
"Uncle Victor, what's going on again?" Alex asked as I switched off the device and put the thing in my jacket.
"The thing is, kid, I heard about air poisoning on TV yesterday. And just recently, I escaped from dangerous territory. Here.
"What happens if we win?"
"You want to purify the air?"
"Why not?"
I was surprised. It seems the boy has decided to become a biochemist.
"Hey, guys!
"Huh?"
"Where are you hiding?"
- Just like that, we stood here, talked, and then listened to the radio.
"The radio won't tell us where to go if we're going somewhere.
"Yes," I said. I forgot a little. Old people forget a lot.