I understood: I don't will get out of the problem before the decision happens. It put pressure on me with all absurdity, forced me to do unnecessary and untimely affairs, and without my consent and without my logical participation, it put pressure on me because other people had time to protect themselves and preferred to report neutral lifestyles. And I stayed, I was stopped, and without asking anything about my thoughts, they gave me unnecessary and false duties, after which I almost exhaustedly fell many times in idleness and regretted it. Only thanks to the help from Elizabeth Roide and the empathy of Jack Waiton, I found myself, and only then a week after the many sufferings from the illogicality of all the words and tasks given to me. And Patrick Earle - just invited by me to the hammock of Mr. Victor World.
Chapter twelveth.
He awaked, opened his eyes, cleared the arms from bitter, and woke up, after that I set down at the armchair and drank up the new and hot tea, watching at the bonfire and boring burned plants away from our house.
We, his friends, retold he, how the victory happened, who won, and what the end was. I thought, and saw at sunset in the sky, I reminded last fall after the hurtless hit. Jack took he motionless body and put under the flat cot. They gave me sleep and recuperated my strength, and I was grateful to them for this act. Later, I took five liter barrels and went for clean lake water to replenish supplies.
The light and ray of the going star scared he, and I waited the exit of that and later few minutes again watched at the sky surface and line, a tent lamp in the tent flashed, telling us about the low alternating voltage from changing weather conditions. It was clear that the end of our battle was successful for us, the sorcerer Alterberg disappeared and stopped hypnotizing the ordinary people of Darling, they, in their turn, began to help us and received in return the same help.
He sighed with relief, realizing his involvement in our victory, and the fact that there was a rather with us famous soldier Alexey Lesorubov, who brought Alex Iyev's parents to us. They liked our secluded meeting of like-minded people and they decided to stay there for a month while the workers of the restored factory repaired their apartment and common house.
Walter Berrow answered for his crimes and set two years, after ten month, before his return to social life, he prayed in the room of police headmaster, what he not will do bad deals and danger access for all people, and something any - anywhere and with anywho without Jack Walton’s agree never more.
Nonsense creates, when you search the help, but all others go along from you and keep calm, when you, fallen up, try to restore warm and good past for his personal future and present. These are faceless and arrogant strangers who are interested only in your benefit, but not in your well-being. But, when I found Jack Waiton, he told me, how I could forgive my disappears from lessons of culturology and begin new life with successful dreams and fortunate actions for myself. A new bright ray appeared around me and showed a beautiful path to good and equality.
Chapter thirteenth.
I`m hard to met, to make friendship, but I know, what I want. It`s so interesting, and when I`m going on the road, I dream about usual life. What`s you`re laught? Yesterday I was think about new, and today I see, nothing else happens, or of course, again it`s looking like as wrong changes. I'm used to another, but not to this.
I realized that no one taught us all how to live after the death of loved ones, no one told us what to do during the war, no one sat next to us when we were depressed after experiencing any grief when we were sad bad news. All those who were, now they are not, and who exist near us, they are not interested in our life, as such, because there are obstacles everywhere, even invisible ones.
Alex Ives also knew about it, but at least he had an ideal of kindness, a thing that helped him live some days, and I still think about reality - it changes, it does not change for the better, even if you make the most improvement efforts, relationships and environments bounce off of me at opposite angles of perception. It is just necessary that the society would accept a person, go to a positive contact with him, but often this is understood differently, many people themselves are surprised and doubted, having made previously a huge number of mistakes, illogical and uncorrectable.
But there is something to strive for. Funny again? Yes, it happens all the time. A person approaches you, but you, as part of the general mass of people, think: “What will he or she do? Who is it? What does he or she need? If I refuse? What will be the result?” and in the same direction. Otherwise, a different approach takes place.
On another day, something not suitable is happening, and it does not satisfy you, with or without causes, but it’s hard for you to accept the true reality of what it is, and you start changing everything from beginning to end, spending it all day. Because other people have already done what you thought last week. Everything except you. They had rights, duties, time, permission, powers, and the like. And you are different, not like the rest. It is even likely that in a single copy, without copies or similarities.
Chapter fourteen.
Do you remember at what point you stopped, what you read, what your thoughts were, and the reason for your reading? Electronic books, although useful for this lesson, but just like printed ones, have the property of not flexibility. Yes, there is something in the books that I don’t know about ... Is this loneliness of the author, is it the achievements of him and his heroes, and is this the desire to write down memory?
I can’t say for sure. But I guess from the fifth time about the plot, which will appear in front of me on the tenth page of the same third chapter. However, what the author wants to know from the reader, finally asking the reader directly or indirectly, is known only to two of them: not in the sense “Could you save him or her?” but “What is it? What feeling does it cause? you?"
Many writers and poets, publicists and artists of imaginative expressions are able to take the side of a loved one, for example, "the native father talks with his son or his daughter, or with them, and instructs them to behave diligently and help others." These are also very interesting cases. And there may be intriguing turns, as if the main or minor participant of the plot returns to the family or to the conversation suddenly, as if he forgot something or remembered something. Maybe this should also be taken into account in the description of situations and get acquainted closely with the psycho-type of each involved hero.
Sometimes the albums - with music, with photos, with videos, with their favorite works, and with anything, keep the secrets of life of their ultimate owner, and sometimes remind him of his bad deeds, which he also knows himself, it is not difficult to find out since everything has the ability to memorize information, meticulously, but thoroughly. Here the person himself makes a deal with his conscience: "How could I get to such a step? Why? What was the reason?" But he still does not receive answers to the questions he has created. If everything went differently to the scenario, there would not have been many mistakes that would later have to be regretted or for which one would have to pay. Conscience - a friend, an enemy, an accidental witness, it is not known what it is and how it is called. Just a conscience.
