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Chapter 1. Keys
Оглавление“Вдохну в скитальный дух я власть дерзать и мочь….”
MARE INTERNUM, Maximilian Voloshin1
[transl.: “I’ll give the power to dare to create and to be able
to the human spirit that roams the earth….”
INNER SEA, Maximilian Voloshin]
After midnight I was driving home from a nightclub in a taxi. The driver was a man aged; he drove me to the house where I live. Taking the purse from the bag, I paid him. I couldn’t get out of the car – the door handle did not obey me. The taxi driver came out himself opened for me the door of the car and helped out. Then he was gone; I was left alone in the yard of my house.
The fresh air acted sobering after drinking at the club. It was quiet; the moon softly lit the yard. I raised my head to the sky to look at it and remembered that once in my childhood my dad told me in this yard how to recognize the old and the young moon,
“If you mentally substitute the stick on the crescent moon on the left, and it will look like the letter P (Russian: ‘Paнняя’); it means that the moon is young. But if the month is turned in the other direction and resembles the letter C, the moon is old (Russian: ‘Cтapaя’).”
This time it was neither young nor old – just over half of the disc.
Warm “lump” moved inside me when I thought about my childhood. I went to my entrance; fingers habitually typed the correct code; the door opened. To get to my apartment, I have to go through 18 steps up the stairs. Many times I came all this way.
Standing before my apartment door, I opened the bag to get keys. There was not them; I began to search the pockets and also not found. Where could I lose them? Did keys drop out of my bag when I was in the club or when I was paying the taxi driver, or?
Suddenly I felt someone’s presence behind my back. Something had been put in a pocket of my jacket. The cold chills ran down my back. I put my hand in my pocket and found keys.
“You’re looking for this, isn’t it?”
The voice was very familiar! Intoxication has passed completely. I turned around abruptly. The light from the lamp in the stairwell was dim, but I seemed that behind me was standing… I! The image disappeared as if dissolved. I looked around and saw no one. It was quiet, no sound. Maybe I just imagined it….
I quickly opened the door with the keys that were in my hand and entered the apartment. In the dark hallway I took off my jacket, shoes put slippers on and went into the room. There I turned on the light.
The clock on the wall showed about four am.
“Wow! I again not good sleep, in the morning at 9 I have to be at work.” a thought flashed my head, “Urgently bathe and sleep!”
Standing under a shower in the bathroom, I relaxed and began to fall asleep. Very sleepy after a shower, I went to my room, put my phone on charge and went to bed.
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Maximilian Alexandrovich Voloshin (May 16 [28], 1877, Kiev, Russian Empire – August 11, 1932, Koktebel, Crimean ASSR, USSR) – Russian poet, translator, landscape painter, art and literary critic. – Wikipedia (ru.wikipedia.org).