Ловушка для Мыслеформы. A Trap for a Thought-Form. Премия им. М. Булгакова / M. Bulgakov Award (Билингва: Rus/Eng) - страница 56

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The Guardian chuckled, but he had no time to answer, because the door to the room opened slightly, and the Cat appeared on the threshold.

«Meow?!» he said in surprise.

I left the room without writing anything to the Creator.

***

The Sinner stood embarrassed on the stage, as if in front of Christ. The hall was crowded with women. While the hero of the party was reciting poems, perceived as a divine revelation in advance, the women, in their dreams, already wrapped their arms around his neck and whispered all sorts of tenderness in his ears…

I returned to my table. Roman emerged from the crowd slyly smiling, and I heard his thoughts in my mind.

«How is your swamp doing, Alice? Did you throw away a lot of stuff?»

«Hello!»

Roman sat down next to me and held out his hand. I cautiously held out mine in response. He looked at me, stroking the lines on my palm and probably changing something in them.

«Tell me, Alice, is this a magic place?»

«Yes, sure.»

«Should it somehow stir up the reality of whoever comes in contact with it?»

«Yes. Why?»

«Do you still want to leave?»

I withdrew my hand with a thought, «How does he know why I am here?»

«In your previous novel, you have already left the world,» having read my thoughts, Roman answered in the same mental way. «So, hasn’t your reality changed?»

«What do you mean?» I asked to clarify.

«Maybe what… or maybe whom,» I heard in response.

«I hope your next home task is… to sin?» Roman grinned aloud, nodding at the Sinner. «By the way, what swamp is he from?»

«The task is to repent,» I sighed. «He works in a school.»

«Sinners work in schools. Indeed, where else would they work? Why didn’t I guess it myself! Why to repent, Alice? Do you think those people who hurt others, and you in particular, really repented?»

«Leave it.»

«But they hurt you! Even deadly. Which of them ended up asking for forgiveness? No one? Ah-ah-ah! It’s not fair, is it?»

«Up there…»

«In Heaven?» Roman grinned venomously, reminding me of Ray. «And what did they do there, in Heaven, for you, so clean and bright? Have your offenders been punished? Was the balance of the Forces restored? Maybe they changed your life for the better? What kind of repentance are we talking about? Your abusers got their share of highs and continue to get maximum of Life! And you are dreaming of Death!»