- Hi! Who are you? - I turned around.
- Not afraid. My name is Marcus Fight. I left my girlfriend.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm sleeping.
- Is this a place to sleep?
- I'm sorry, but I was a good man, and when I was killed, I went through that door. Could you have opened it?
- No.
- There's some kind of lock, but you have to find the key. I don't want to stay with my last mistake.
- As you say!
- Have you identified your target?
- What?
- You wanted to get out of here.
- Yeah.
- What target are you looking for?
- I consider becoming a psychologist.
- Good! Come with me?
- How do you open the door?
- Perhaps it will open when we decide our destiny.
- Well. Gone.
We touched the surface of the whiteboard, and after our press, the door opened. Before us was reality. We were met by my friend Patrick and my brother David, and we saw those, who passed by on the stairs. My friends asked me, where I was, how I felt, but there was almost no time to answer, because many students and teachers were going to go on Christmas holidays and vacations, and we gone to home after graduation, collecting things.
Fourteenth chapter.
I learned the story of Bengalius from him very recently, and decided to tell it to you. When he was a man, he still thought that someone might have enchanted him, but did not know who it would be. During the speeches, all the spectators admired, the photographs were printed in the magazines of England, each newspaper, with the exception of the yellow press, published articles about the phenomenon - a wizard capable of so many tricks. Of course, he was in good spirits and did not want to make an impression of the sugary ambition.
- Yeah, right now I will have an interesting performance. Bengalius Cheshkerston. It sounds great.
- Thomas! Where are you?
- I'm here.
- What are you doing?
- As you can see - unraveling the ropes. We move a lot, and all the time things are in disarray. You would take care of all your accessories.
- When untangle, prepare me a glass of tea. I'm tired. Relax, Thomas. The show will start soon.
- All time show. How so?
- Thomas, circus and touring is a business. Our business! So be ready for the new. Now rest.
I went to my room. There, on the shelves are plastic heads with wigs put on top, tubes of lipstick, different perfume bottles, boxes of shoes, a number of cases with sabers, and so on, which is necessary for performances. What today? Right. Thursday. People come to fairs, tired of work, stop near the curb, and then the clowns. Lots of fun. Happiness is not happiness, but we also know how.
How to better spend the day? Juggling, and throwing swords? I still have to make three numbers. Disappearance, swallowing fire, and so far is enough. Okay. Well done. - Thomas!
- What's again?
- Do you think that I am pleased to call you every time I need to think of something?
- Not?
- Yes. I am so angry and constantly distract you. I need to ... I called you here.
- Bring a pen, a sheet, a chair. Will you write?
When he came I was in tune.
- So. Listen up I will throw balls, throw swords, disappear and appear, and after - I will pretend to swallow fire. Introduced? Many do wrong, and it turns out as if I found one clever. By the way, it is. Can you do it? And I - yes. And we will successfully move on. What do you want? Probably new shoes? Have your buckles gone bad already? Yes. Nobody has ever competed with us, and we will be the first.
Thomas will become an assistant. He will hide in one of the boxes, and the doll will be his double. So everyone does. Only the view needs a believable one. I picked up the phone.
- Tickets sold out?
- Not. And who is it?
“You can save a couple of tickets for us.”
- Okay. What’s your name?
- Danny Park, Jenny Boyd. We will visit you by eight o'clock in the evening. We just have a bronze day, - ten years of wedding
- Is someone going with you yet?
- Only we are. You do not upset us!
- Yeah. I will be happy to perform tricks at its best.
- Goodbye.
- And you all the best.
Here, already a note on my future plans. Thomas will be glad to hear about it. Toward evening, I told Thomas to quickly leave the stage. People began to gather. - Thomas! Go to the dressing room, put on cleaner clothes, I use you for one number. Very important!
- I get it, Bengalius. No need to remind me of my past.
- Why are you so sad?
- You accepted me, when I had nowhere to go.
- Well done. Now smile, go, change your clothes, and after - when I call you, you will help me.
- Hey!
- What, Mr. Bengalius?
- Did you hear the shots?
- Not.
- I heard a lot of shots.
- I do not know.
- Let's go quickly, collect things and leave.
- It seems to you.
- I'm telling you.
- Okay, you.
- Hey! Ronald! Stuart! Alvin! Mitchell! Quickly changed clothes and went with us! I think it's dangerous to be here right now.
They packed up, found the bus, ran. There was no one left at the fair, but someone was shooting. He felt not just like that. When we sat down, he looked out the window, and there all the tents began to burn. Bright shade of green. Someone launched a firecracker far from us. The driver drove us to the usual wooden hotel. An inn was attached to the building. Simple, but it’s tasteful. The grand piano stands in the corner, a Bamboo in a leather striped jacket, two people at a far table, they - Bengalius, Ronald, Stewart, Alvin, Mitchell, Thomas. We have the place here. If there was something special, I would stay here for another week.