The ticket in eternity. Yours coin clink in window of railroad cash and breathe out the name in person of sleepy cashier. He quack, hesitate and fast - fast becomes to speak about prices on market, about weather, about rains, that whole things rot on root, and on week the wife slaught husband and lover in one bed... And you shell interrupt his and to require, for convincing on each word do the coins clink to the tricked lattice. The cashier will be wrinkled and stupidly the infinite story is small-sized nod, up to again... And after the hour, you understand, that he speaks just that all, that you it necessary, that money are not necessary entirely and in he long ago stretches for you the flat key to door the number eight... You spit "thank you" and turn out on desk all of you cash, all crumpled the riches of purse, and after you left and this wrinkled baggy of skin, already unnecessary and senile-- unsuitable one...

In room eight will of mirror and be white - as enamel of tooth’s with advertising tooth of powder - tile. In the middle of room - on covered by white velvet couch will lie black brick of BIBLE and narrow knife. And whole becomes clearly - as if is combined long ago spilled and sorted by decades puzzle. The key is clear.

The dough of flesh is splashed. Sharply and rabid glide reflection on blood gutter and nestle to the most sharp of edge - and viscous inserted... The conceived surface rushes away upwards - to the most hilts, to round dim rim bone figure, similar with nomad's idols or was... The wave recoil spread on all limits.

Yellow - as at wick of turned candle flare up of velvet sticking patch hotly spread of flame... And tile becomes to change the colour on opposite one. And in black sooty unclearty will be crystallised and spill in corners facetted red diamonds, chop off from outskirts hissed widened of flame. And new ringing replaces squelch. And heavenly tiger will lick the cranberry juice in Heaven Booth. And hiss and roar separate the soot. And when finally wash off whole make-up and plucks of mask, appears, that it and was - TRUE and ETERNITY...

25.06.97 15:00

(c) 1998 Sergey Moskalenko,

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