On deserted street towards two taxi filled by twitching youths each other rushed. Drivers rulili a forehead in a forehead. They
approached promptly. Anna has nestled on my elbow. For some metres before inevitable collision autopilots have joined, and
cars, sharply having wagged in the parties, have passed literally in centimetre from each other. Having flown away in the
opposite ends of street, taxi were developed and again, increasing speed, have rushed towards.
Fascinating entertainment - after all always exists at least million probability that the autopilot will not work.
Anna has turned away and has muttered: - I do not transfer. And still know, what do? Put on antigravy and jump from a
television tower. At whom will refuse. And I jumped. What with you, Pavel? It appears, I stood with an open mouth. I have
again felt that ease and fun which I have tested in Performance.
I hate poverty, - Anna hardly restrained. - performances! Cardboard people and cardboard scenery. Dolls on springs. Adult
babies have a good time baby's dummies. And as if nobody sees. In newspapers - sljuni, by radio - idiotic treacle. There
come inspectors, here you, for example, - approve. Benedict somehow will try to persuade. It will try to persuade all, Pavel!
Would take and have forbidden! Is not so simply, - almost without listening, I have answered.
In a year before last we ran business of "Poor brothers". They have organised some communities in Canada - about ten
thousand persons. Heads of communities, confessors of Sajmon and Arpangejl naming with archangels, by the way, both
graduates of technical college, masters of sciences, a part have bought, a part have mounted the wave generator for the
directed transfer of emotions. They managed to make codes of various ecstatic conditions and purely enough to enclose
them in amplifiers. Every evening hour of a prayer was spent. I and now as if see, how thousand people are kneeling on the
plantation filled in with water, in the creeping away, wet earth and, twitching, as if epileptics, having upraised hands to the
sky, uplift an enthusiastic prayer to the generator draped under a chapel with a gold cross at top, and two archangels in
white cloaks where there was vshita iridievaja a mosaic for isolation, resting heads against the low, bloody sun, solemnly and
stately bless obedient flock.
To get at an o'clock of a prayer and to test good fortune divine, people were ready on all - lived in dugouts, worked for
twenty hours a day without meal, in a dirt, in ice water, hilling blue Martian poppies which enormous parties went for export to
China, were regarded worth its weight in gold.
They gave wives, children, could kill everybody to test once again - at least the one and only time - pleasure of dominical
love.
And here, when we went between praying, and they rattled and fought, as blind, and the dirt flew on bloodless persons, here
then I have had precisely same feeling of ease and fun, and after this - huge, all-consuming, inhuman happiness.
You do not listen to me, Pavel, - Anna has taken offence.