Dear friends, I begin to publish first pages of "Avenue "Eternity" - the novel about Time and Space. Your comments is very important to me- this can causes how soon the work will be completed. Thank you, and Good Day. Vadim
Avenue «Eternity»
I. The Doors
All this brisk weasels were wrapped with elastic
dark-red cords. With incredible speed the cute furry animals stretched a net
around his feet. He watched at their work with interest, as if being
spellbound. At some point slack ropes become tensioned as superstrings. So he
immobilized. No fear. Outermost Layers have no any danger. That’s
Dogma. Perhaps this mistake…no…even some kind of joke only. A sort of
charade.... Clumsy little bear heavily bestrides over strained wires steadily
approaching him. Not a big bear. No. But not a teddy one. Adolescent.
Teeny-bear. Unclear what to expect...
-Awake!
Leo Doomkin sleepily touched forearm and opened his
eyes.
Blanket warm tenderness, slightly muted reddish
half-light, cinnamon and mandarin scent….Nice….So, I am here.
What is unusual? - Most profound
sense of calm. Indeed anxiety is uncertainty of vague future.
Starting quite new period of life, Leo knew that all things would be
more intense, more dangerous, and more responsible. But now he knew
at least the basic principles of the game for a long enough period of
time.
From the depths of
nothingness came a melody. Maybe, it’s a Sven begin to translate
into his inner labyrinth
a regular tune of Awakening. What’s the choice? On the other hand
the sounds can be produced by Labyrinth from the outside. In such a
case maybe it’s a Clue.
He
knew outermost Layers have no any danger. And Leo leaves for later a
probable hidden sense of the "Waltz of the Flowers"1
(thank you, buddy Sven). How boring this rinky-dink so called
«classic»! Among fossil pre-histotic music he took more energetic-
trance for example….Or juzz.
What a pleasure to lie around a bed before exploring a whole new world. If not for those soppy waltz…. Too long he was wandering on sidewalks, taverns and motels of Avenue first line. Leo buried in the pillow breezy surface and tries to remember a Rabbit Hole that brought him here:
What a pleasure to lie around a bed before exploring a whole new world. If not for those soppy waltz…. Too long he was wandering on sidewalks, taverns and motels of Avenue first line. Leo buried in the pillow breezy surface and tries to remember a Rabbit Hole that brought him here:
- -Hello, I am Duke, - stranger motioned toward Leo a glass of whiskey, - Vive la Resistance!- The Stranger – red faced shorty with a paunch - definitely played a cool-old-aged cowboy with classic shabby raincoat, hat, and short chewed cigar and in general looked harmless funny simpleton…. except for one curious detail….
- -Sign on the shoulder…, - my curiosity was too obviously visible.
- -What’s wrong? You mean this? - Duke pointed on white rabbit on his coat sleeve. But right now the rabbit slowly disappearing.
- -Its extremely rare nowadays to meet D-sign of alive men. And located on alive men! Whose is it?
- Duke coughed and gulps his drink:
- -This is of Camilla. Listen to me, student. You are first one, who can see this. Oh, Heavens… don’t know why. But it will be cost you a lot of efforts to get the Map.
- -Relax buddy… - I did not finish, because weighty vintage gun barrel in front of my nose.
- -…Pretty design, - my voice did not sound too confident.
- - Dragon blunderbuss, - Duke remove the barrel and meditatively palms ancient steel, - Don’t mess with Camilla, sonny. She is my daughter.
*
- «It’s time» - letters on the ceiling, insensibly formed from pseudo- gypsous fretwork, forced Leo to final wake up. Claytronics, ok. Quickly dressed himself with frayed student uniform, he slouched to wide panoramic window. Green glass felt his forthcoming and turns on full transparency. Leo freezes. For miles around, right up to the horizon, chamomile meadows extended. Well, Camilla-Camomille, it’s clear. What next? Afar he could see the silhouette of a girl sitting on a small hill. Probably, H-.
Warm breeze, waves of herbs and soil aromas slightly
besot him, and Leo feels accelerating heartbeat, approaching the
girl. And yet, its H-, not even AV-. Camille wove a wreath, singing
a very familiar song….
Of sun, stars,
moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather…»
Where was it? - Sven silent.
Remembering by himself, Leo came closer. She was magically charming
– thin, red-haired, dressed in a simple white cotton dress.
- Hi, how far is Old Forrest?
- Hi, - she turned, - I am Camilla, welcome to SensLand.
1 Ballet "The Nutcracker" (of Russian composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky). Step 2. Scene 3
