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 Document N 2.

Писатель: Братья Гринн

Входит в цикл: “Роман”

Глава в томе: Stitcher

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Time, time... passes, leaves, flies away! And they leave, woven from time! They get ready for something and then they disappear for good! Every day I measure Pin King accurately with the shadow of the watch-tower. I am afraid that he too disappears. Nevertheless, with him it's just the opposite. I cannot quite understand whether the watch-tower decreases or whether Pin King grows. He inflates, puffs up, swells treacherously, perfidiously. I think he eats up our food before he enters our room. Even those bits for our medication, he handles like a knight. He goes to the table first, and leaves the table last. Like the captain of a sinking ship. All his conduct is so knightly! And once satisfied he sings a song:

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 HERE LIVED VANESSA AND SHIVA.

Писатель: Братья Гринн

Входит в цикл: “Роман”

Глава в томе: Stitcher

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Listen Shiva, let us, like those three blind men, stroke Our World and try to guess what the Universe is? You, Shiva are the night of Life - black and warm. You are a Manichean, you praise and honour darkness. I, Vanessa, am of the light. I am Zoroastrian, a sun-worshiper. We are different. We cannot encroach on each other's space... never! Nevertheless, being in different universes - the Light and the Dark. Still, we are aware of each other's presence. So it appears that everything around us is made of us, and we two are one solipsist. But a solipsist has to be by himself, alone, because he is solo. But then how do you explain that there are two of us?

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 stirring the stirrup...

Писатель: Братья Гринн

Входит в цикл: “Роман”

Глава в томе: Stitcher

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Cornelia was amazed at the accuracy of all Johannes' predictions. What she had considered light-hearted nonsense now materialized before her eyes, becoming a reality. Cornelia found herself under the total dominion of Johannes. His word had indisputable power over her. She would have been horrified to learn that this was exactly as Johannes planned. Himself partly believing in the theory which he had created about the Horn of Plenty, he speculated on the course of events at the front, and moulded them to his own private affairs. He acted decisively on days of depression, driving the clairvoyants out of business. But in days of general triumph he spun new webs, for future exploitation in times of sorrow. Laughing within, Johannes mocked his outer self:

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 Behind doors, all the time, we seem to hear the sound of weaving looms.

Писатель: Братья Гринн

Входит в цикл: “Роман”

Глава в томе: Stitcher

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Prayer is the human heart exposed, turned inside out... The heart is double, and consists of quarter-chambers, just like the costumes that we used to stitch. So that's how in prayer we exposed the twins who pretended to be halves. You cannot hide, behind a screen of words, a double heart turned inside out for all to see! It seems that they're preparing to induct us into some sort of sect. They've shaved our heads. The orbit - obits! There is no such a thing as a lousy lassie in orbit. In our city we have many beliefs, but no hopes. There is only one kind of love, which is a lousy investment anyway!

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 's one thing I regret.

Писатель: Братья Гринн

Входит в цикл: “Роман”

Глава в томе: Stitcher

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Not a dram of nicotine for a whole half a century! Not a word inside the head, not even in a whisper. Not a bit of regret in the eyes. No one iota of tearful rain - total drought. Pin King weasels in with an iron bowl. It tinkles. Should I push away the hospital attendant? What for? SillyKant is expelled from the category of bitch, and is not included in any other group. In the entire world, there are only two in that non-group - SillyKant and I. The experiment is necessary. My case will help all those who've suffered on the battlefield. Well, such as Napoleon, Hannibal, his favourite Elephant, Boer by the strange name of either Mampoer or Foeir, lyre-birds Waxy and Cherry. Just before the injection they showed me a disgusting photo. Another experiment on the separation of the Siamese twins Waxy and Cherry. Successful! Although, ever since then, Waxy has been all wrapped up in bandages. Well, they've tied me up with belts also, that I should not be bashful.

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 Katy had already returned home, having tidied up the house after the tea party.

Писатель: Братья Гринн

Входит в цикл: “Роман”

Глава в томе: Stitcher

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On the seventh of March, Field Marshal Roberts advanced his army towards Bloemfontein. He did not meet with any decisive counter-attack, for which the burghers had entreated the Skies. President Kruger, who tried to consolidate a defensive front, himself nearly perished under a fusillade from the advancing army. The president fled, so fled his army. An anticlimax of the war had arrived. Black Week for the Boers. In the town, amongst Afrikaners, the wave of patriotism turned to bewilderment. The agonizing Cornelia sought some remaining fire in the souls of her compatriots, but could find only weary indifference. There were no more gatherings of locals from the surrounding farms, who before, with an air of consequence on their faces, had raised clouds of smoke from their short pipes and spent endless time in discussions.

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 took place between Katy and Flycatcher in their cottage, just before going to sleep.

Писатель: Братья Гринн

Входит в цикл: “Роман”

Глава в томе: Stitcher

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"Hey, you, Fumanchu, that wasn't necessary... The fabric of the doctor's jacket is not able to contain him. It's all moth-eaten. People are carried away by the idea that the national protИgИ Rotkod knows no fear! And to tell you the truth, we haven't seen him inside our fabrics for a long time. In any case, how can we rely on these fabrics? Or should we just wait till they wrap us up in a straight jacket! I shall go myself willingly to that procedure. And the fabric you can send to solders at the front. Let them pacify themselves with it, each other and the foe. Adieu, Cornelia!"

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 which has got to us, or into which we have got, is "Doctor Mangle.

Писатель: Братья Гринн

Входит в цикл: “Роман”

Глава в томе: Stitcher

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"Of course you nursed Marius and myself a long while ago," said Johannes aloud, "and I'm very grateful to that servant you used to be. However, that man does not exist any more. Now you are a crazy vagrant calling me to the other world." "No, no," whimpered the old man. "Come with me. Marius is waiting for you." "If Marius is waiting for anything from me, it would be revenge for his death. Go to him, to the other world, and pass this on to him, that I do not blame him any more for his service to the enemy. By his death he has atoned for his wrong choice."

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 Electroshock.

Писатель: Братья Гринн

Входит в цикл: “Роман”

Глава в томе: Stitcher

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I see it now - Vanessa's head was in fact the head of Shiva! The cunning Shiva who all along pretended to be Vanessa, taking a face of lamb, was in reality a clever and determined fox. From the beginning Shiva understood that the medics were going to attack an unyielding nature, and she persuaded the biddable Vanessa to take a mulish stand. It is the personality of Vanessa wearing the mask of Shiva that had to undergo my lobotomy... Oh... As the condemned Vanessa said in her diary: "SHAM IS SHIVA'S SHADOW!"

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 Apocalypse of Banality

Писатель: Братья Гринн

Входит в цикл: “Роман”

Глава в томе: Stitcher

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Don't wait for the curtain - run for your life!

Ears like locators catching the tread

Wherever you go, stage-drapes are set.

Golden hooves pound over the steam-beclouded cobblestones and droppings. The poor guards have not managed to secure the bridge before my retreat. Rotkod - click-clack! The time has come for burning bridges. But what on earth is that? What is it that still holds the bridge already put asunder by Rotkod? Not Shiva for sure... Could it be that veil, which fluttered in the wind? I sing while Shiva sways! The last song of the indivisible bridges, joined at the hip as it were. Do you really think that a mere knock from out there at the thin ribs can stop the rapid rabbit river running song? Guarded by a cast-iron lion gilded by the she-giant in her veil, the river-song now holds the bridge instead of Shiva.

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 Indeed it was real.

Писатель: Братья Гринн

Входит в цикл: “Роман”

Глава в томе: Stitcher

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"What are you talking about?" shouted Herman. "What do you, son of a bitch, mean by killed?" "No, no, wait a moment," exclaimed Andries. "It can't be true. Let Piet tell the whole story." Johannes, freed by those holding him back, clasped his head in his hands and swinging from side to side, began to groan. "I will tell you nothing!" slipped from his lips. "Until I understand what this horrible dream means. And if you can't explain this damned illusion, then I will know that you are figments of my nightmare and I will not believe in you."

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 at the vineyards was preceded by a series of events, occurring a while earlier.

Писатель: Братья Гринн

Входит в цикл: “Роман”

Глава в томе: Stitcher

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Where Priests decline the scientific way The priests of Science are slow to pray.

The fact

At the beginning of the twenty first century, a major press conference was organized to present the wreckage of the passenger aircraft destroyed in a terrorist hijacking incident. Amongst other less interesting items of debris on display, was a unique object - a dark monolithic cube, molten in the explosion of the crash and then solidified into a glassy mass. Inside this sombre cube, cut from the wreckage, could be discerned two human forms almost merged into one. Judging from the positions of the two, confined as they were in the dark amber of eternity, one could recognize that they were neighbours sharing a common space, time and fate. It would have been impossible to break open the cube without destroying the figures inside.

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 first three years, not remembering them, being "absent", I was spared all pornographic sensations.

Писатель: Братья Гринн

Входит в цикл: “Роман”

Глава в томе: Stitcher

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Like her, I was a first-class pupil. And, since the good outsider-lessons came easily to me, I trained my hands together with my head. It all started, not under the school desk, but in the outstretched space of the outer school grounds. Time outstretched after school. Behind the school. There was a yard with a palisade. Picket fence. A fence of regularly spaced planks. The gaps were just enough for me to insert my opened hand, but not enough to allow it back with the fist clenched. All attempts to retrieve the fist failed... until force was applied! With force the planks shook! Moved aside a few millimetres! Gave way, releasing the sticks of my arms. But the pull had to be a forceful one!

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