![]() Maybe if I had skills and equipment of a criminalist I would find something, but. It's just like searching for evidences in a house, burned to ashes.Įven if a crime was committed, all of the evidences are destroyed by fire. If I were unable to find answers in the camp, it would be foolish to expect something to become clearer here. Whether those were tricks of interstellar forces or supreme mind or government experiments (I believed the last one to be the least probable) they left no clues. ![]() Maybe there was some sort of explanation but it's beyond my (or human) comprehension. ![]() Only one thing is clear, I returned as suddenly as I arrived there. I held my hands behind my back and started to think over everything. My feet started to rack up the circles around the room. Maybe my fantastic vacation to 'Sovionok' was just a dream? Pioneer camp, girls, Alisa, mythical district center where I would have got if I hadn't woken up in my flat. Maybe it's the shock effect, posttraumatic syndrome or something like that?Īfter all, several hours ago I haven't thought of returning to the real world. In vain I tried to become terrified or at least scared. The blanked bristled in the unmade bed as it did before, dirty window, like a cracked kinescope, shows the same view of the street. The socks were thrown around exactly in the same order as they had been before. Theoretically, a man in condition like mine shouldn’t notice such details!īut entire room drew my attention to the most minor of details as if it was twinkling with different colors. Keyboard position, monitor incline and a stain from a cup of tea on the table caused painful gripe in my retina. It seemed that nothing had changed during the week of my absence. The longer you feel happiness, the more common it becomes. ![]() My heart felt warmth and calmness and my head finally stopped bursting with thoughts.īut happiness is a fragile matter. I was just looking at peacefully sleeping Alisa. And how much was lying ahead in the future?Ĭommon country scenery in the window didn't interest me much. I went through more during these seven days than through my real life during all those years. The bus was going fast, leaving behind not only my previous life, but also the week I had spent in the pioneer camp, called 'Sovionok'. She was sleeping peacefully, placing her head on my shoulder. I was so eager to say something, to continue the conversation by the fire. ![]() ~ Here it is, a rescue ship, heading to a new life! ~ The driver was shouting something from his place, but I didn't listen to him. ![]()
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