Arseny paused catching Marmarov\'s attentive look and comically spread his hands:
«Unless … Stars, parade of planets. Is the sky restless today?»
Marmarov turned pale. Not omitting the sight he pulled a voluminous folder closer. Opened it and tossed on the table.
Its bloody glossy pages curved like a broken wing.
«Page 112.» said Marmarov. «Take a look.»
«So what? Corridors of Time, February issue. Old stuff!» Arseny flipped a page. «Here is page 110. Let me see,» one more page is turned up.
If thunder would rumble into Arseny\'s ear, it wouldn\'t terrify him that much. His mouth fell open: Ilya was looking at him from an open magazine page… in the disguise of Marat, insidiously stabbed in his own hot tub. And the face … the shock and the horror of death: one to one! Arseny and Boris were witnesses to it.
He glanced at the date.
«Where did it came from?!» muffled Arseny in stupor.
Rhetorical question hang like a hauled down sails – like a dull, grey cloth.
«Where did it came from?!» repeated he louder, tossing aside the journal as it was a slippery snake.
The magazine brilliance laughed gloatingly to his face.
«Well, now.» calmly asked Marmarov. «Got it?!»
«Yes. Well, no. Hmm,» he shook in head. «I understand in my heart but can\'t explain in words… I remember a movie where a murder was somewhat written. Later it was projected into realily. Is that it?!»
«Something like that.»
«But that was a plot of the movie. A Myth! A fairy tale …»
«Energy field of real historical events is not a myth. Zvezditsky knew about it: separated himself from any bathrooms, left Moscow out into wilderness. He was sentenced to death and was afraid.»
«By whom?!»
«By someone who has proven his ability to sculpt the event, to be conductor of resonance.»
«Unbelievable!»
«Maybe. But did fiction writers have created a matrix of other events? It works, Arseny. Alas, not only for science fiction writers.»
«And no insurance?»
«There is. Don\'t make faces in front of the camera, not to mention the photos such as these,» he nodded at the magazine. «Anguish and death is no excuse for ambitions. It\'s not the best backdrop for a photo shoot as well as lifeless, dull landscapes …».
«And what about a reporter\'s job?»
«Go ahead, … But, don\'t get yourself into a dead theme too deep. That is well known actors\' principle. As a rule,» he added solemnly, remembering of poor Zvezditsky. «In short, try not to find yourself in resonance with a terrible event. It will kill you. Or cripple. I\'m not kidding.»
«So who is the murderer of Zvezditsky?»
«The one who killed his wife.»
«What?!»
Tossed away magazine was picked up again. Inessa is burning in a makeup of Joan of Arc. Her eyes were imploring for mercy…
«We can\'t go to the police with that.»
«Naturally.»
«And what now?»
Marmarov shrugged.
«How about the astrology symbols and other tips from the stars?»
«There no many reference points. I\'ve found the tendencies and displayed warning signs…»
«Meanwhile, killer walks free.»
«Let\'s hope for a verdict from above.»
«Words,» Arseny turned away, towards the window «and words only…»
«Not At All. Destruction is contagious and so for the creator of involuntary suiciders. He is doomed. The Time owns all his trump and only Time is an unsurpassed master of resonance. The Time only!»Maestro
5 years ago
It came late at night, as a dream. It was a revelation…
For a minute he laid motionlessly, shaken: so simple. And so clear, so incomprehensibly obvious.
The upper lip flinched : well why so late?! His choked, frantically swallowing the insult. Why he had to go through deprivation, humiliation, a series of divorces? To make his subconscious mind to work?! Earnestly to seek an escape, a crack, a way out! And here it is : get your award!The Mask
July 3, 2009
Award?! The Time is on his heels but the World is not conquered yet. And the killer\'s mask is spreading roots into his face: a grim smile is freezing the soul. The mirror like a fearless jester. I took it off! Grin of the beast tightens his skin, screwing his muscles. His face got numb in this sinister mask: neither can smile nor can sleep. The dilemma has its manner: to have your tonus in order, or the whole world on its knees. «Here we go!» he grind his teeth.
P.S.
July 10, 2009.
News lines of information agencies:
…Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi has proposed to change a place of G-8 Summit from the Italian island of la Magdalena to Aquila city which has been seriously devastated by the earthquake. The Cabinet of Ministers supported this proposal (24.04.2009).
…Silvio Berlusconi invited participants of the Summit to take pictures together with the city\'s ruins in the background. Photo session continued today. On the photos: Berlusconi and Obama in the background of the ruins (07/09/2009) …
Gold-plated pen for a moment stood still, trembled a few times and then boldly scribbled: «Ready for print».