Where I am from. Why I am here. Where I am going 2.0
Memoirs of an alien
Valentine Ruzanov
© Valentine Ruzanov, 2021
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
To my muse, Brigita Nikitina
And the end thereof, neither the place thereof, nor their torment, no man knows;
(Doctrine and Covenants, 76:45)
Long day, scorching sun and yellow sand. I am very tired. Highly. It was a long journey and there is no way back. In an hour or an hour and a half, I will be in the colony, and everything will be fine. And with me, and with the colony, and with those for whom I went. Of course, everything will be fine, because we have not chosen the strongest for nothing the one who can overcome everything and save those who remain at the base and are doomed only to wait. Wait is what I have to do now, and if the spring is safe, then I will quench my thirst.
The yellow eyes are looking for and finding nothing they close and open again.
The sand in my eyes makes me sharper, but if I dont find a safe approach to the spring it can be dangerous. I need water. I cant live without water. Maybe try to find her here nearby. In sand. And what, the veterans told that this happened. All I need is one molecule. Two hydrogen, one oxygen. Two hydrogen, one oxygen Two hydrogen
A red tongue protrudes from the mouth. The receptors slowly turn green and become covered with a film.
One oxygen I only need one molecule, otherwise Two hydrogen, one oxygen
The black nose takes several convulsive breaths, the eyes widen.
Otherwise I wont find a direction.
Bounce!
In agony, I hide my head in the sand so as not to feel pain.
1. CLOSED
Where did you write this? the boy slapped me on the shoulder and straightened his smile. I hesitated, but still turning around, noticing a good bar, I decided not to give myself away. I AM?
After standing in thought, the guy took out a small book. Turning one page after another, he began to read aloud. And who are you actually? The devil, the guy slammed the book shut with a bang. And what are you looking for here?
The guy stared at the book again. It says here
You never know what is written there. But come to an unfamiliar city, put on a tie, and in this form go out into the street. This is too much! Are you listening to me?
Im listening. Im listening. And Im also looking for a way to the bar. How do you understand that? You offended. She did not come. The guy with the book. Amber eyes.
2.E = MV ^ 2/2
So, on the first day of the month, having collected everything I need, I hit the road. When I leave the house, I turn off my phone and stumble over a marble pebble. Here are the chambers
Turning the pebble in my hands, I lightly throw it into my backpack. My intentions are the most serious. Are you waiting for someone?
Taking a nickle out of my pocket, I throw it into an advertising stand. Let me tell fortunes. I reach out my hand. I smile at the good mood. Your train, gypsy! Nyis.
3. ZOMBIES
After the crash, I get out of the car. I can not see anything. I bump my head against a board.
District Z.
Having caught an unpleasant smell, I survey the surroundings. Ashdvao plant. River. Having stuffed my backpack with gravel lying under my feet, I climb up to the second floor to rest. The sounds of the subway awaken me from half asleep.
Next station is Park Kultury.
and rest, I bawl, scattering precious gravel on the run.
4. DRIVER
If no one has anything to say, then we can proceed to the conclusion of a marriage union. Let them kiss first. No, let them sign first. After observing the audience for a while, I leave the building and tell the coachman to take me to my betrothed. I know this way, the coachman comes to life. Truth? Atosh!
The horses soared. I also wanted to add: drive faster, but I was jerked with such force that I barely had time to grab my backpack. Flying past a shop with an unfamiliar sign, I barely managed to convey to the coachman that we should definitely stop here.
A FEW WORDS ABOUT HAPPENING
After an unexpected meeting, the aspiring writer embarks on a journey. Driven by memories, he leaves his home, trying to return the lost and gain the unknown.
TIME: accelerated
CULTURE: cybersteam
CLOTHES: apron and Pythagorean
MORAL: (dash)
5. GOLD SPUR
Saturday, 6 pm. Hello. We would like to meet with you. With you alone. Restaurant Zorotaya Spora Sporrra Golden Spur. Seven pi um. OK?
I leisurely check the music booklets and leave the music store. December snow on the face. Car wipers at traffic lights. There is a pedestrian crossing, half an hour of the road through the city center, and at the risk of my life I cross the road in front of Spur. There are two frozen figures on the bench at the entrance to the restaurant. Halloween! Hello! Youre a little early, however. We love this kind of weather. Youre early too. I just walked around. To the sounds of electro-jazz we go into a restaurant where I havent been for thirty years. Then it was just a cafe enticing young people with a demonstration of Japanese cartoons on the newly appeared video players. What will you order? Im vegan. For what reasons? Ethical. The Americans, without showing any sign, also order vegetarian: borscht, fried potatoes, salad and water. You lead a healthy lifestyle. Dont you want to quit smoking? I do not want. Are you satisfied with everything? Yes. Have you ever loved? Twice. The first married the other. All contacts from the second are lost. Well. Youll have to look better!