Mystical Kiev and stories

Book – 2 Mysterious stranger

Chapter First

Mystical adventure that happened to me yesterday, did not want to disappear without a trace from memory. I could not believe what I lived for four days in the fifty-second year, and one eyebrow does not lead, not noticing my disappearance. But the changes that have happened with my body, I felt at once. My scar on his forehead somewhere disappeared, as if no trace of the hoof, and the colt, was not at all, but on the site of a small dent on the crown of the head from a blow dry twig apple of my cousin, the son of Uncle Vanya, and not a trace. All this confirms the fact that I was still there in the fifty-two, and my youngest double, that is, myself, has protected himself against unpleasant abrasions and double from the future, which judging from the changes in my body, have already occurred. So, it is confirmed by the fact that our reality exists in parallel with the same reality, but only in the past.

Lubchenco returned from a business trip. He brought a lot of impressions from the trip. Admire the abundance of products on store shelves, «Peter» and the whisper complained about our poverty.

But the romantic mood of Alexander Vladimirovich to Leningrad, did not stop him from subordinates to require execution of the work plan. And my adventures, which are firmly entrenched in my head prevented this. We are distracted at work, but because the work for me was well known and established, I was doing it on time and almost mechanically precise and unmistakable. This greatly helped me to reflect and compare the facts of my recent accident. Unpleasant was only one, is that I could not get anyone to share and discuss their adventure and happily forget to live and themselves experience for future retirement, to which I had to live another 27 years.

Once Lubchenco called us before you start working on a five-minute and said that managers were obliged to organize a movement sector mentoring. I did not attach much importance to continue to identify and design errors in the drawings, to eliminate them by the rules established by GOST and inform the production halls.

Tamara Petrovna, with every care in my shop, immediately takes off and followed me around. I do not like extremely. But knowing touchy customs of the female character, I did not say anything to her about it. I still cherished the hope that this is just a random case and manufacturing only. But, it was the system. I could not resist and said Lubchenco. He calmly replied:

– Tamara Petrovna order of the plant is assigned an official mentor. Well, since we have a young, or not, the newly arrived employees, except for you Valentin, no one, that’s you, and attach it.

– And now, this employee will run after me in the bathroom? – Lubchenco slyly smiled, then said seriously: – She surcharge to pay ten rubles for mentoring, but it acting also includes discipline ward. And at the end of each month, it must be accountable to the mentoring work done by Golde in writing to submit my signature number of outstanding issues with you.

– Is it possible somehow to limit its hounds run after me? – On that, Lubchenco said shortly.

– You can not.

The next day, our group, Isaiah Tamara Petrovna, waiting for me at the workplace Alexander Vasilyevich.

– Valentine, this is Tamara P. complains about you, you do not come up to her and did not ask questions about mentoring?

– And that, Sasha, do you think that I should have production problems for a woman with no higher technical education? – I said those words, not looking in the direction of Tamara Petrovna. What she suddenly snorted like a horse bridle and loud for the entire department, he shouted:

– I was appointed by order of the plant was a mentor to you, and I am obliged to follow the instructions of his superiors!

– So you are running bad mentor, once I learned of it from you just now! – I countered her cries and too loud and the entire department. Tamara Petrovna grabbed a folder and took off in tears from the department. A little later, Isaiah told me that Tamara had applied to the management of the plant with a request to remove her social work mentoring for business needs and a large employment in the shops. Lubchenco invited me to his chair was set for his desk job, for which he worked.

– Valentin Albertovich as Tamara Petrovna due to blockage in the work can not pull even mentoring, I introduced the plant management proposal to appoint you consultant-mentor to interns two students attached to our department. – He paused, then continued, – How do you do it?

– Is it in our factory requires the consent of subordinates?

– There is an established procedure under which I bring to your attention the issue.

– Of course, I agree.

– Well, then wait for an order when it enters into force, I will send to you the students.

Thus, justice was restored and my work at the plant has gone to a new line of production. My thoughts were busy shop routine and detected errors in the design documentation, correction made to the drawings, it was necessary to coordinate with the design department of the developers, and think about my journey into the past there was no time, so I have already almost forgotten adventure. Only each time on the way home when driving the tram turn at Old hem on the segment path to a halt Covered Market, the old name Zhitniy market, rose before my eyes picture of Nelda incident. In memory surfaced the girl’s face, which helped me get out of the past, and that I met by chance in front of my ascent to the Castle Mountain stairs. This strange encounter more persistently seeped into my consciousness with the same idea that was not accidental. Predestination, in some mysterious way, which I could not know. If we assume that this phenomenon manifests itself from time to time, it is taking root in the space-time travel is possible to change the fate of people, which means that historical events can occur otherwise. Eventually, it could lead to chaos and confusion of historical processes in global society. Hence the conclusion that such anomalous zones should be and, of course, are under the control of some forces that strictly monitor the implementation of these areas of random people, one of which turned out to be me. And this girl, a spokeswoman for custody of the portal of time and its task is obviously included to guard this portal. So I imagined a stranger activity, acting as a professional quickly and without fuss, who brought me out of natural-deceived. With these thoughts I came home after work. Twelfth Monday October salary. The salary we would normally be delivered the 10th of each month, but in 1981, October 10 falls on a Saturday, and the money was given to us on Monday. I went to the Supermarket «Velyka Keshena» bought a bottle of champagne «Brut» and came home. My wife was very happy, and we sat down to dinner in the kitchen.

The next day, as usual, I went to work. Tedious routine and interesting work activity for a piece of bread was stifling and unbearable. And, when you’re still reminding staff, especially Tamara Petrovna, as if by chance, «could not find something more interesting than this piece of paper to shift, and Valentine?» – I would not answer her flattering words. But because of its good breeding, I discreetly clenched teeth, turned away from the annoying employee and was on its routine production for the shop. So was this time on Tuesday October 13, 1981. Exactly at 18 – 00 I went out into the fresh air for the entrance of the plant. The weather is not in autumn was still warm, free and easy breathing. Tram, rumbling, pulled up and I jumped through the open door. At the turn in the direction of the market Podolsk, tram suddenly strongly jolted, and he stopped, two passengers fell into the aisle. The driver opened the door and said that occurred

Accident that the tram goes no further. Passengers are forced to leave. Well, that close to the metro, and I went to the alley in this direction. Suddenly I gently someone took her elbow. I turned around and froze next to me was the kind of girl that gave me the last of 1952.

– Hello – angelic melodious voice, drawling, almost sang it. I’m on-wing mouth in surprise, taken aback and did not know what to say. We stood and looked at each other. She waited for me to answer, I froze at the sudden surprise, not knowing what to say. Then he caught himself, mumbled in reply:

– Oh, it’s you? Well, hello! – Then again I stopped and did not know what to say. In short behaved, not sure from this unexpected encounter. Pause again dragged on, the first supposedly violated, Note-it.

– My name is Lybed.

– As the sister of three brothers? – I calmly asked her, did not believe that this is the Lu-bed. The girl looked at me and asked in surprise:

– How do you know that I had three brothers?

– Girl, do not play me, better tell me the truth. You are so beautiful, and so is-sincerely believe in fairy tales, I can not believe you that you are my sister Kia, Cheek and Horeb?

– Yes, that’s how it is. – Do imperturbably she sang with a slight accent drawled. Her face darkened while, apparently, my unbelief.

I do not know what to say. If it was a passerby and began to tell me the similarity-ing, I would, of course, would not talk to her, knowing that she can not afford. But since she has played a key role in my adventure, so there is something hidden, something is wrong and requires more thorough investigation. While I was thinking, she looked at me-nya its amazingly beautiful black eyes, waiting for an answer.

– You will excuse me – I began hesitantly, not quite yet mastered themselves. – I did not introduce myself, my name is Valentin. – I began, that would somehow mitigate the awkwardness of the first minutes of acquaintance. Her face flashed a bit of a smile, and she said to me:

– I know.

– What do you know?

– I know your name.

– How do you know I’m with you just about to start to talk?

– I witnessed the birth of your. – I thought again that I skillfully plays with the legendary actress named Lybed. But after waiting a bit to at least somehow come to themselves and to gather his thoughts, he asked:

– And how?

– Will you have a way out of the invisible reality of the material world through our corridor of time to plant them in a new life? This happens when you finish your material cycle and passed into the invisible world.

– Do you want to say when I die?

– Yes. – It is directly and openly, unabashedly staring at me. I did not know what to say. Meanwhile, she continued:

– On Get your genetic memory, when you have not been in the material world that you womanish? – Again I was puzzled and confused. Then I try to remember what it was before my roseate. And the sight of the picture began to emerge memoirs before the birth of life. I suddenly realized that I remembered.

– Lybed, that I see, in the memory, chooses their place of birth in the world. From the heights of heaven, a yellow-green space gradually dissipated.

– Is that you decided to come to this world. – Commented Lybed. – So? – I can see more clearly show through the clouds and a blue sky, at the bottom of the Earth. Next to me a few embodies. – It’s your distant relatives; they will go ahead to Earth.

– We have five or seven. We communicate with each other and arrange to meet on the ground.

– Why do you want to meet?

– To fight against suffering, specifically against the war, bringing the suffering.

– Very well, what next? What happened next? – She listened to me very attentively and sympathetically encouraged my questions answered.

– Then I see the Sphinx of Giza in the valley, near the pyramid of Cheops. No, I do not want to be born here, and move overseas. I can see the Statue of Liberty, in New York harbor, its thorns and the feeling that here I can be born in the African family. I was scared sharp thorns on the head of the statue, I refuse here.

– Where do you want to incarnate in the flesh?

– I remember the Winter Palace, St. Petersburg, and I want to be there. I move to Rome. I can see the famous statue of the she-wolf nursing their pups. I refuse, and here I need to see the Winter Palace. I move on. Very close to the earth, and no turning back. The ticket is only one way to Earth; you need to see the incarnation and openwork ligature green domes. Yes it is the Winter Palace with its architecture. I go there. And approached closer, I see how wrong I was. Back up, to move on, there is no clearance at the bottom of the roof of St. Andrew’s Church. What is waiting for me down there?

– What do you see? – Lybed singsong asked me.

– I see an old man with a long gray beard below the belt. It coarse cloak of coarse cloth tie a rope around the waist, on the shoulder, a long rope patched scrip in his hand a staff with a hook at the top end of the stick in the form of a semicircle. I hear the voice.

– What do you say when a woman’s voice?

– Throw in the crowd of women in long robes of black and huddling together at the steps of St. Andrew’s Church, and something missing, like a flock of crows to feast. The gray-haired elder stood and looked at them on the sidelines.

This is Andrew in the invisible world; he is waiting for you, to guide you to your destination, for the birth in the flesh.

– Again, I hear a woman’s voice: «Throw into the crowd and the next one will take to it and follow.» Behind stowed in my backpack was collected nectar for food on the road. Reassuring voice again said to me: «Throw not is afraid.» I got a bunch of blue nectar and threw the entire stock, without reserve, right in the women dressed in black. Pushing each other, each of them tried to grab my nectar. But then came, the fight elder. He rushed into the pile, and many He pushed grabbing nectar clots, who threw to the other arrived, put his bag, because in his scrip was also my nectar. Then, without saying a word, he turned and began to walk away at the bottom of St. Andrew’s descent in the direction of the Castle building. To the left I see a two-story house with a basement and hear the voice of the elder: «Who is to go!» He had not even agree on how plump and fat as quickly hobbled curves bun feet to the basement, and we continued on our way. That castle, but we move on. Our guide does not send us back. I was not myself. And the conductor goes to the castle hill, and I was pretty tired, and the elder is the path up to the Castle Mountain.

– Now you see me in the invisible world. – Said Lybed.

– Yes, I remember that the elder came up to you and you are surrounded by a crowd of children talked to him. It seemed to me then that he was asking you permission for something.

– Yes, it is true. It is already known, and through you to the corridor included in the material world where he is known under the name Dorosh. It bypasses all who by his grace born in the flesh.

– Yes, I remember Elder. My grandmother gave him bread and fed him soup. A mother scolded her grandmother that she did not lure the Elder.

– Do you remember what happened?

– Yes of course. I followed him for a long time. Very tired and hungry. I could not go when the elder sat down at the stump. He took out his wallet onion, garlic and a slice of nectar, with the blue color of the sky lay the food. I had no strength to come and take food to eat. I stayed only for the strength to reach out to the stump with a meal and take the coveted nectar. And here again I hear a woman’s voice: «Take a bow first, then the garlic and then take the nectar.» I reached out to eat without waiting for permission Elder, took a slice of onion. Recently my strength exhausted, had one last spurt to convey to the mouth, this slice of onion. When I took a bite of the bulb, immediately joined forces with me, garlic I could go and get more confident and finally hand reached for nectar, the food brought me back to life, and it was my first breath at birth. As you can see Lybed, I remembered all that was before my incarnation in the flesh. And now I want to ask you what you were doing on the Castle Hill, where the old asked you permission.

– My flesh is buried there. A corridor represents me in the material world, where I can easily communicate with you is not dangerous for me by people for many centuries, remaining, so what you see me.

– It’s hard to believe that such a thing available.– It surprised me. But my doubts hesitated, remembering the recent adventures in the past 1952. Suddenly, I was speechless, remembering how worried my wife. I have long had to stay at home.

Lybed, as if reading my thoughts, saying: – No need to worry, look around.

I looked around and froze all stood around me and did not move. People stood in a non-movable, position and did not move.

– You, you, stop time? How is it possible?

– It taught me the corridor, the one you got in the past. And you will go home on time.

– Who else knows about the existence of the corridor?

– Only dedicated. But they can not use it because they do not know the cycles of time. One nun Floors monastery that was once the on Castle Hill, managed to accidentally as you learn one turn of the cycle. She once went back and changed there with his young flesh. She returned to the monastery her young flesh, surprising his young nun. But you can not cheat time. The next day she came back and stayed at home. You know that the corridor has the ability to close and who knows during limited hours, never return in due time.

– Yes, I think I read somewhere about the wonders of the Castle Mountain. That’s to be precise about as described in this historical fact as you talk, Lybed.

– Well, well, let’s be to say goodbye.

– Tell me, I’m very excited; after all, I talk to a living legend, founder of the dynasty of Kiev. Tell us, we’ll meet with you?

– I hope so. Since the motion of the planet Earth in the next few hundred million years is not going to change, our corridor remains stable all the time.

– I hope to see you soon.

– I’ll find myself. – Having said that, she slowly melted in the eyes and vanished. Passengers with a derailed tram began to move, slowly to the metro station «Red Square.» I followed the crowd of passengers…

Chapter Two

Falling asleep while lying in bed, I began to think through the slumber of their family life. A year later, I got married and I love my wife. Children, we have decided not to start. First you have to live for yourself, look around, then to make a final decision and take the education of infants. With such thoughts of a warm, cozy family nest came a dream, like a breath of spring breeze with the smell of the first spring foliage mixed with the smell of herbs. Inhaling the aroma of brown hair of my wife calling Association spring breeze brought these wonderful smells of spring, I did not notice that went to sleep. Before my eyes swam pictures dream where I saw myself as a scientist, the warrior, the boy, the son of a blacksmith…

…The Time Machine brought this boy to us from time immemorial. He was twelve years old at the most. He was dressed beautifully in rich robes. Most looked like a little flour and breakfast childhood oriental tales than beautiful European boy.

– I was born – he began his story – in the family of a blacksmith. My father, Gabriel Handy, famous for its blacksmith and heroic strength. He could lift with one hand on the back of a bull and make a mountain that near the mill, a cart laden with sacks of flour. – Boy solidly akimbo, it was evident that he was proud of his father.

– My name is Nikolka. I still had seven brothers and sister. Father is older than I am, often he took with him into the forest to fetch wood for charcoal obtaining. And we sometimes spent at work a few days. One day, like last time, we went with him on our mare harnessed to a cart to the forest for firewood. Home stay with young nurse my brothers and sister. Father last time scheduled and stripped the bark at the bottom of the trunks of several pine trees, they have dried up and waiting when we will cut them for firewood. The forest was so quiet and mysterious, only the tops of roaring wind. We drove into the clearing. There was a sagging wall frame. In the hut we found the skins on the bed and on the stove. Found harvested supplies, onions and potatoes. Here we are going to stay for a week. This was our building, where they could spend the night and in the winter without fear of severe frosts.

My father woke me up at sunrise to sunset; we cut down a pine tree. I knocked branches, their father was chopping firewood. Chop up a cart full of wood with the top. To do this, the sides of the cart were stuck flat and long branches and can be shipped in the WHO how could drag our horse. And filled to the wagon, we moved back. When the bend of the road there, was the first charred hut, my heart pounding in my chest anxiety.

– Again fire at Rakitin. – Said the father. But it was not a fire – it was a whole conflagration. Our farm burned down. Not a single hut is left intact. The ashes become homeless wandering dogs, and occasionally heard their eerie howling. Father, that is urine, drove the horse to our house. On the road I came across scattered in disarray broken dishes, tubs, the corpses of old men and women, and killed livestock. It frightened in this dead farm.

Here, finally, is our cottage. A pile of smoking firebrands but still ash on the ground of property. And the mother of the dead, and my brothers and sister. Nurse lying near the hearth with an arrow in his chest. The father went to his mother and pulled the arrow out of his chest. He carefully examined the arrow.

– Tatars! – She said in a choked voice, turned around and went to the place where it was smithy. They rummaged in ash, he took a shovel with a candle of grip. He pulled out of cinder shovel and put in its place a long branch, which pulled out of the wood to prop up the wagon. Brothers and sister, and mother we buried. Then his father by ash from surviving instrument, something which the dishes, loaded it all on a cart and we headed back to the rickety shack. There also began to live. I helped my father to process garden and tinker with it frame. And when this council, my father became a master of the bow. Arrows he did with metal tips. When winter came, the father went to nag away into the forest to hunt and bring to a deer carcass. And once he brought on poles hooked to the horse bear. From bearskin was a good and warm Zupan, and bear meat was very hearty and delicious. We lived with his father in affluence and warmth. Only a sense of constant longing for the people of mamma and sister develops and persists. One day in the spring, when we came back from the hunt, in the clearing stood a horse with a bloody man on his back. When we got closer to the horses, they saw that person sticks out from the back arrow. The father took the horse’s body and examined it. He was a young man dressed in a Russian soldier. He was wearing a leather jacket over a coat of mail. Leather pants and boots, a helmet on his head with a white beam of horsehair. All spoke of the high-born warrior. On his side hung a sword in its sheath. Father carefully to avoid causing unnecessary pain, rolled armor, ripped his shirt near the wound, and his ear to his chest began to listen.

– He is alive. – With these words, my father suffered a body in the house. Lubricate the wound bandaged bear grease and clean rag, prepared in advance, just in case, to hunt there, anything can happen.

Warrior raved three nights. He shouted among my deep sleep and often wake us. He called someone in their delusional hallucinations, he shouted and ordered. On the fourth night was quiet. I thought that he passed away, but his breathing evened out, was calm. During the day he opened his eyes, looked around and asked me in a weak voice:

– Where am I?

– You are at the smithy craftsmen Gavril, I’m his son. Nikolka my name. Our farm burned Tatars, were all killed. My father and the entire farm just stayed.

– Where’s the father?

– He’s gone to hunt, and told me to be near you.

– Where is my sword, bow, chain mail? – He moaned, trying to get up. – Give them to me, I want … – he did not finish, and fell on the skins, terrible pale eyes. I had thought that he was dead. But his shortness of breath, told me otherwise. I brought in a jug of spring water from a spring that close. I tried to drink wounded. Warrior drank greedily, then lapsed into unconsciousness. So I am lying, without regaining consciousness,

His father came to the evening. He appeared in a hut with a calf deer on his shoulders and with a crash threw the carcass on the earthen floor.

– Come on, Nikolka Kindle stove will fry the meat. And I still butchered calf. Liver that’s necessary wounded combatants, the liver is well strengthens forces. – My father has said something, but I was already in the court and returned to the hut with an armful of pine wood. A father butchered the carcass and removed a skin with a sharp knife. Nodding toward the patient asked:

– What about him? – I told him everything.

– Tomorrow I will try to talk. – Asked the father.

Tomorrow warrior opened his eyes again. His eyes clouded eye focused on the father.

– Who are you? – He asked.

– I, Gabriel, the blacksmith.

– Well, Gabriel, and I was thinking, you bear all the shaggy, overgrown, all eyes stick out. – The father paused, silent for a long time. Wounded tried to lean on his elbow, which would be better to see us, but could not, and fell to the skin, but did not lose consciousness. The father carefully examined it, and then asked: – Well, okay. Let us tell you who you are, how and why the forest to drag in a turbulent time?

– I’m the prince Onega; I traveled with a team in the city of Kiev to Svyatoslav. With me were two squad people. But the Tatars have already entered the castle, and we have seen and defeated. As you can see, I only managed to survive. With a shame I will not go back until I avenge atrocities Tatars damned. – Thanks again lapsed into unconsciousness. This was his last oblivion. Most of this has not happened to him.

Prince recovering. His wound was delayed, but he was still weak. We have become friends with him, used to go hunting. Collected wild honey, raspberries. One day, we ran into some people who were standing in the woods. They were dressed in rags, who hides. Each horse Tartar bows, homemade swords. Heard Slavic speech.

The prince could not resist and jumped into the clearing, in full view of the people. In an instant it was sent all six charged bows.

– I Onega Prince! I urge you to take revenge on the Avengers Tatars for our land destitute! – Forest people surrounded the prince. On the horse pulled them healthy as a bear, a man in a bearskin rug and boots. His bushy, black as pitch beard and long hair gave him a fierce look.

– Prince! – I turned fierce, without dismounting – You call us infidels to take revenge, because we already know and revenge. And when there is no Tatars nearby, so take rations from the rich, just such as you. But merely they do not agree, and solve them immediately without discrimination, who are infidels, and who is not.

– What did you also collect food robbery? On the gulls go, you can not avoid hard labor! I do cry of feat of arms on the battle for the land of Russ to become, and you know what? – He had shouted something to them, trying to shout a thunderous guffaw widespread, bearded men surrounding him. Suddenly the wild horse whinnied and reared. The passenger, who spoke with the Prince, could not resist and fell to the ground. The horse fell and crushed a track rider, snorting and emitting the spirit of them. The guy did not even gasped, he was dead. And then whistled on all sides of the boom. There was a heart-rending cry:

– Tatars!

Prince loudly ordered: – Everyone who hears me! – And immediately near the prince gathered the surviving bandits. A Prince, meanwhile, continued pulling out of its sheath killed a horse guy, sword – Who’s with me, that would be an amnesty for robbery. Who bows and arrows to take the defense, hide behind trees and beat the infidels. – Prince obeyed and carried out his commands. Tatar drove and won the squad. As it turned out, it was a volatile Tatar detachment of scouts, which consisted of a small group, usually six or twelve. They stumbled on forest robbers and made a stir. Except for one killed, no one was injured, another reason that the Tatars were good in the desert, in the woods, they did not know how to fight, and the forest people were in the woods at home. That result, Tara three infiltrators were shot, and the rest fled. After a successful fight gang forest people began to obey the prince, and he took command. And these formers Rogues it was an honor to serve under the command of Prince. It was decided to hunt down and attack the convoys and small reconnaissance detachments Tatars.

The father in the campaigns took me with him on our mare. He currently forge club and wielded it in battle, smashing the enemy’s sword as fragile dry branches on a pine tree. All mining dumped and dumped in a hut. What is there just was not. Carpets, beautiful golden cups, ornaments. Weapons, curved swords, bows, lances, arrows, expensive seat. Duke Squad is now like a motley clean the clothes obtained horsemen, numbering as many as a hundred people. Only Father did not wear a personal enemy. He wore a bearskin, went shaggy, unshaven and in his fierce battle was catching views on fear of the Tatars. Their horses shied sideways, snorting, took him for this bear. Father wore different clothes on me. So I had the blue silk trousers, a white coat, brocade belt, turban and shoes with curled toes. I began to resemble Tatar boy, so I did not fight took no boom nor Tatar saber. So we wandered through the forests. Prince constantly avenged violently killing ruthlessly cracking down on enemies. He once said that liberate Kiev from the Tatars, but you need to collect more and more people in the squad.

Once we started the night. The sun is still shining, though its rays were no longer bright and painted in a reddish tint. Unsaddled horses, herded into a pile. Only the father did not put our bay to the common herd. Bay has always been close to his father.