I found another good story of the author “A day in the life of a courier”.
As it appears, reflections on the contemporary world. Most liked, as the author described the social networks and the game of hide and seek.
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Cruel world.
I woke up in the middle of the street, lying on the asphalt. His head ached terribly. It was dark, but learn, what time is it now, I could not, because I do not find any of his phone in his pocket, nor his watch. I walked away and sat down on the stairs near some building. I had no idea, Where I am. And I suddenly realized, that the documents in my pocket is not too. Then I ran to a man and, as it appears, he got me with someone confused. He called me not by my name. Then he took me and dragged me across the street to some building.
–Hey, where have you been? There's the whole room is full. - A man, too, me with someone confused, — Hell, we have invested in millions. Among the audience there is a very influential people, and from, how to enjoy your performance, depends on the, what will happen to you and us. What is wrong with you? You're all battered! Go tidy itself quickly! Exit through 30 minutes! Let's hurry!
–Sorry, you got me with someone confused. I'm not the one, who do you need. - I notified them.
But I was beginning to think, I'm a psychopath or have amnesia, I was immediately pleased the good news - yes, I mixed with some there the author. His wife named Julie did not recognize me, but acknowledged, that we are very similar in appearance. Well she called her husband, who was sleeping at home at this time. Very cheerful woman his wife. Constantly smiling and laughing very loudly, I even realized, why he married her. Since I like him, I can pick up his wife? no documents, no phone, I have no idea, how I got here, and he found himself lying on the pavement. But I am married.
I was invited to speak before the audience. We impose on me makeup, put in order and inserted earphone, by which they will dictate to me, what to say viewers. I promised to pay for the help, and I needed money, to take the train and go home.
I pushed on stage. The crowd looked at me and waited for the opening. The headset I was ordered to say hello to everyone and even dictated, as. I did so.
–Privestvuyu you all, Dear guests, at this meeting, dedicated to one of my novels. Today, I will reply in detail to your questions and tell you about, as the novel was written.
In the hall someone was pulling his hand. The headset I was ordered to point to it and allow to ask a question. I nodded in his direction and said,, as dictated: "about, that's the first question! Please, I'm listening ".
–I read the entire book in three days. I really liked her. It is very well uncovered human traits, both good and bad. And the images of characters - is just fine! What inspired you to such an original idea?
The earpiece was quiet. I have only heard whispering and negotiate with each other. No, so long to wait for a miracle it was impossible. I've got to break through and go home, no matter what happened to me. I pulled out the earpiece and put it under a sweater. I'll improvise.
–Do you know, there are days, when I fall mood and I can at least all day in a state of “I Shakespeare, but not a poet”. Here It Is, by the way, for him and engaging. Who was Shakespeare, and what do we know about him? I know about it is not so much. I read just one book, and it was adapted to the Pre-Intermediate level of English. It was the story of another person Uilliama Shakespeare, which is arranged with him and played the role play. The story can be traced to the well, How do Shakespeare throughout his life. Many talk about it, he was a connoisseur of human nature, that no one knew the human world so, How is he. Now fully psychologists, people who read and understand, why he committed this or that act, but if they know exactly, understand whether, why he did? Psychologists — this people, not what do not believe, except for the science of man. But Shakespeare was a poet. He could become the, who invented, and led the story on its behalf, so I agree with the, that Shakespeare knew people well.
Him, like any other simple kid, apparently, She was a girl, cruel and evil, all that could be done only bad. but, poet and I saw something good in it. But it is a good intertwined with poor, so to speak, “yin” and “Yan”, but not quite. Good and evil it is not lived in harmony, inside it was a war. What is the reason? These girls simply can not be the, who need a simple guy. It's a girl for the oligarchs, who do not appreciate anything, than money. but, conscience and some other human qualities they also have. Therefore, they can not get along with themselves. apparently, this feature is called “duplicity”.
Then I saw a man, dragged struggling hand. Hand pulling it so, I felt, like some kind of incomprehensible to me as if the force is pulling her hand up. I've never played in front of such an audience, and I never appeared before the public, so confused and do nothing for a few seconds, but he regretted the poor woman and let her ask me a question.
-In your book there were a lot of moments, in which you can clearly see, that you are not a fan of the works of Shakespeare. How can you know if people are so, Shakespeare?
The question is quite good. How do I know all about, what is written in "my" book, I did not even read, and that is not even a "mine"? Wriggle somehow have. If I do well, I will pay, and I can go home. Hope, the conductor will not mind, I have no passport with him and any other documents, if I do it enough to pay for the provision of services. Eventually, I understood, that it is necessary to continue the theme. How to be? The head did not fit. Usually, I always had the ability to come up with something, which has never been, but all this, people are willing to believe, but right now, when it must be so, I can not think of anything. sorrowfully. But then I was blinded by the light from the light bulbs, which is lit up in my head, gave me a great idea. I will tell them the truth.
–Yes I Am, I am not referring to Shakespeare in his book and did not even read or seen any of his plays. I'm just saying that, I know about him, I've heard or read from other sources. Shakespeare himself is difficult to understand. I even think, he even did not understand himself. He knew all, but not himself. I also can not know that, what was the poet. If he's so good at understanding people, so, he learned that, but who? Of course, from life. It sometimes throws us a very difficult problem, of whom have to leave the home. I also learned a lot from life. The teacher should be strict, and life - it is precisely because of such a teacher.
Now in the hands of the hall was a little more. I pointed to a young girl, sitting in front. She was delighted, it may ask the great writer.
–I'm just one of those "psychologists", that "no not believe in anything", but they know how to read people. I noticed, you really know, what are you talking about. If it `s not a secret, who was the most "cruel girl 'in your life? You, too "simple guy", as Robert Soul of your story. Its true name Azalea, as in your novel? Or is it a real name?
Yes I Am, caught off guard. Yet I have, what to say. I really was such a familiar girl, which proved to be wrong, What I found her.
–Well, and something you are, psychologists, really know how!
My joke the audience accepted the cheerful laughter. I was delighted, everything goes well, but it's not for me, I do not slow down the pace.
–Yes I Am, I had a girl. Name a fictional book, but it is consonant with its true name, and the image is completely copied from her. Her real name I can not mention, It is the author's secret, I am sorry for it.
–you see, as a child I was very reserved man with very low self-esteem. I knew her from the kindergarten, but I could not even talk to her, because he thought, I'm too simple for such a "princess". In kindergarten, she always gathered around him audience, all the boys wrote her love notes. She was always in the role of "Sailor Moon" from the cartoon for girls, always when she reprized her role in these children's games. Nobody was against, all praised her. I'm all for two years, which spent in kindergarten before she arrived, no one friends. All played, fun, and I sat in the bedroom and read a book. Only they fascinated me until, until I accidentally became friends with villaohm. And she took from me my only friend. I do not blame him, it was her fault. She wanted him, so she took him to her.–But as time passed, Kindergarten left behind. Ahead was a school. I was happy, that it will not be there, but, on the other hand, I also seduced by her charms, and I was sad, that she was out there somewhere. But I also believed, that all is for the best. but, I met her again. It was at a music school in our district. I was forced to have recorded, against my will, but I soon learned, I have a talent in music. Teachers have always praised, but I do not believe anyway. And then she came. She had no enthusiasm and desire, she did not even recognize, What are the notes at all. All homework, which we asked, we do with it. I tried to teach her, I explained to her all, that he knew, but she only pretended, that she was interested. And then completely, I began to do everything for her. Teachers were unhappy with me, because I stopped doing his homework, because all my time was spent just to perform its tasks. once, sitting at home and doing her regular job for harmony, I heard a familiar laugh on the street. I looked out the window. Then it was already warm, This was the month of May, around all blossomed. And among the green trees and singing birds walked along my best friend from kindergarten and she. I could not do better Since then music and stopped going to the music school. Now, I completely do not remember everything, I learned there. I only have an ear for music, and everything else my mind decided to forget, not to feel the pain again under the harmonious singing of birds.
–In high school I took up psychology. This science is very interesting to me, it changed me. Exactly then, learning about human behavior and the structure of the nervous system, I blocked the pain, which has always been with me. On the day he died creative person in me, he died musician. But I was born a completely new - callous and mean. But, Fortunately, this person lived long.
–By training their skills in psychology, I watched and recorded all in all bloknot.Byl guy, who had studied while in 11 class, I was at that time only in the 9th. He had an affair with her. I myself have long not seen her, but I was interested in, What will happen to this guy, and it. Can, she has changed? They had an affair for about a year. If I correctly assessed, of course. I noticed this in the middle of the school year, when I was in 8th grade, and he, respectively, in 10th. In the middle of the school year they have something not agree. She immediately began an affair with his best friend. And it is a whole month came to school with the same expression on his face, was aggressive and mocked by, who was younger his. Me too, once latched. I left the school building, and he just stood in front of me and began to dig. You Know, as is the case. But my knowledge of psychology gave me the opportunity to communicate with people. I had a lot of friends, especially those, which I always helped by learning. Usually, it is usually physically strong people. Just two of these I was waiting near the school. They went out, saw, I have a problem, and instantly calmed him. Moreover,, it depended on me. I myself wanted, Knock them to him as it should. I could not sleep that night,. I understood, what it is - be it. Being so poor and chёrstvym, be so two-faced. I decided to apologize to him. In school, I went up to him and greeted. He immediately replied,, that he no longer needed the problem. I apologized, and he too. We even made friends with him and talked for a while. But one day, he just did not come to school, and the next day, entering school, I saw his picture, visyashtiy of moaning. And under the portrait was mounted box with a slot for coins and banknotes. I can not believe this, he committed suicide, jumping with 12 th floor. He had become a good friend of mine, not so, as those, who I have always helped, a true friend. Then I again remembered, what a pain. But now it was different. A week later, we were asked to write an essay about a friend. In it, I outlined all, I have translated the entire loud, at the same time harmonious and chaotic music of his thoughts in the ink and paper. This work will appeal to all teachers of Russian language and I was even handed a letter. But it got worse. But then I realized, I can write such works and communicate with people, transfer them to the, that he knew, that he felt, and, perhaps, somewhere else to repeat the situation, but it will result in different and no one gets hurt. That's when a person died, my chёrstvaya.
I paused, and I heard a quiet snore in the room. The whole room was moving, all wiped tears from her eyes. There is still one brave soul decided to ask a question, I already got a taste, I now managed by the public, and I liked it.
–Why is narrated that in the novel, that must come to an end light?
Good question. Especially when I do not know at all, as there generally is narrated. okay, end of the world - it means the end of the world. Already it is impossible to stop, this is my chance to get back home and get out of the zavarushku, in which I got. What I do has appeared here? As I was without documents? I began to remember pictures, but he did not have to be distracted.
–It happens, you write a story or essay, and is not the, What did you want. Something really worthwhile is also present, but at the same time around the entire full excess. You can change everything, but there is a possibility, that can spoil the whole picture, and yet, some unnecessary things still remain. From them we should get rid once. It is better to start all over again, crumple the paper and throw it all, what was there. This is not the, what do you need, it's too much.
–Here the principle is the same. Do not noticeable, as the world has changed? How did people? I remember a lot of my childhood, Then everything was easier, I thought. Of course, perhaps, I was just a kid, and therefore did not understand something, I saw all the children's eyes, but there are actual changes, are visible to anyone.
–Take for example the global Internet. It was not so popular, not everyone can be good at home online, like now. we, as children, We are walking and playing active games development. That only is a game of "hide and seek" in the street! This feeling, The leader player when you are not looking for it, Where are you hiding, and goes to the other side, and you lie and do not move, as a predator, not to get noticed. Patiently waiting, when he leaves from the tree, to which we must reach out and touch, to win this round, Do you know the feeling?
Again in the hall began to stir, We began to look at each other and nod. nodding, everyone looked around - in other present, To make sure, that they, too, nod and look stupid, Nodding to one in a crowd.
–Here It Is. And I'm familiar with. But today's children will not understand. Now they spend all their time on social networking and computer games. Yes, and adults, too, do not say anything. I saw for myself how the Internet World Hotel, world, in which I was a different person, wherein all others were. It was an opportunity to release his alter ego, be the, someone like, the, who succeed in reality be. Many a child loved superheroes. They saved the world, they did everything to, people to live peacefully and happily, We fought against evil. Each of them was a single person in the real world, but he had another "ego". Is not it wonderful, feel like Superman? But only a kind. Now the whole Internet is full of social networks like Facebook. The policies of these social networks require to specify the real name when registering. Is not it necessary to give the people themselves to choose a name you like alias? Come up with something original and beautiful, connect your imagination. Why be yourself in a different world? Do you like the real world? People around so cruel and callous. If the Internet is similar to the real world, it will be too cruel. After all, you can build it anyway. Why tell all, what's your name and who you work? Why show all, you're married to someone and got married? All meetings of people and their relationships boil down to the usual cold text messages. People stop to appreciate each other, because times have changed, Now it gets easier and easier, but it is only at first glance. With the increase in the number of marriages increased registrations and submission of applications to the court for divorce. In the days, when people appreciate each other, valued human, and not his money, it was different, it was the opposite.
–What about schools? Children do not write the works themselves. I really learned a lot, Only one essay writing. I would not have become a writer, if not he wrote an essay. maybe, I would have caused the death of someone, but as I would myself anyway. And for the future of these children, but you can not believe in them. In such a world, they will be cruel and chёrstvymi, they will do business, manage the economy and the country as a whole, but selfishness will destroy all eventually, even very good people, who are entitled to not less than happy life, as well as the very selfish.
I paused. In the hall there was dead silence. I just looked at all, and they looked down, his feet. In this silence, I heard, that in my earpiece someone very loud screams and calls me. I listened to: "Hey, are you there? Oglokh? Concert arranged, Let's finish up performance, time is over. Advertise to people, what…..". From the audience were heard clapping hands. I threw the headset and looked at the room: man with glasses and black jacket from the second row standing ovation. Then rose behind him four more, and as a result the whole room. It was very loud applause. We applauded almost all, except for the girls, which dramatically ran out the door with the last row, breaking through the crowd of people cheering. I bowed and disappeared behind the scenes.
–Excellent speech, friend! - I told the man in glasses, Very much like me.
–Thank you. And you, apparently, the real author? - I asked, making a surprise appearance.
–just. He is. I've heard, you got lost or got into trouble?. In short, we'll organize everything, just tell me, where you need. And here's my card, — He pulled from his pocket a crumpled card and handed it to me, — you, I see, in this sense,. Call, treat, perhaps, we can cooperate.
–Good. - I took a business card and put it in his pocket.
I went out on the street, and I was about to get a taxi and go to the station, but behind me someone called:
–Hi. Good question.
I turned and saw a young girl, very nice. It was the girl, which ran through the cheering.
–Thank you. What can I do for you?
–Why have you introduced me to so cruel in this book? I what, and this is true?
I suddenly realized, who is this. This is the same girl, the same, like my. Even in view of the same. Cute, with a beautiful voice, small stature. One-in-one, as my "violent love".
–excuse me, girl, but I - not the, for whom you took me. - I went to the side of the bus stop, and she blocked my path, stand in front of me.
–That is here means a! Now you do not even know me! But there were times, when you told me, you love me, that never let me throw. And now you do not even know me and walks away! You made me the heroine in his novel, I read it in each chapter three killed in different ways the protagonist me! But only in the fantasies. I thought, you're just mad, but forgive me. But why did not you kill Azalea? After all, it's me, this is my copy, I know.
–Yes I Am, she had to live, against all odds. the, I told you - it was true. But it is not I quit you, you yourself wanted this. With his mind, I can do anything, but of you I can not. Now, when I hear the word "evil", I see you. I have to go.
I left. She no longer tried to stop me. I just reached out, as the first private taxi to pick me up immediately. I told the driver to go to the station. During the trip, I thought about, I told his girlfriend. I could not speak. And how was I to know about their relationship? While that in this I was sure, was sure, what do I know, what happened to them.
That's all. I was standing near train, and in his hands I had a passport book author, of which I spoke so much, even without reading it and not knowing, what is there at all. But nonetheless, I was allowed to train. I am back.
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