Lies of closed eyes. Виктория Олеговна Рогозина

      Sitting comfortably, wearily leaned back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling… thinking about her own, about the girlish. It’s a joke, after studying, I didn’t have anything in my head at all, except for two fundamental questions “Why?” and “What for?”. Overhead, adjoining the wall, eerily hung a bookshelf that threatened to deliver a mortal blow. This will be a “fatalite”, not like in Mortal Kombat. The horizontal position on the bed, oddly enough, is not the best choice; I began to feel sleepy instead of working on the essay on the topic “Prophecies of the Apocalypse and their interpretation in subsequent history.” In general, our teachers say that the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse have already come to our world. There is even an old legend about the Original Death, which was the progenitor and harbinger of the apocalypse. This is an interesting theory, but even more interesting are the facts that are presented. Rumor has it that the Rider of Death is hidden in the Lemur Academy, because this place is shrouded in mystery and darkness.

      His eyes flickered over the books on the shelf that hung over the bed. The shelf looked flimsy, but there seemed to be an outrageous amount of books.

      “This will kill you!” – Vosmyachkin once said when he first came to visit and walking around the room, he watched how he checked his “treasure”. Since childhood, nothing has been more valuable to me than books. I could read for hours without distraction. I usually did this, but then another problem suddenly arose – the body became numb, and I, like some kind of pensioner, tried to gather in a pile with my clumsy paws. And with a shelf, I solved the issue even easier – two pins, as thick as a finger, were nailed (or driven?) Fifteen centimeters into the wall – even electrical tape was not required.

      It began to get dark. Leaving the room, she went up to the roof again. Michaelis was there. Without turning around, he said over his shoulder:

      – Hi.

      – Hi. I won’t interfere?

      – I would be glad if you keep me company, – the guy patted next to him, hinting to sit next to him. And what would not?

      Shrugging, I plopped down. The coating had become very hot during the day and was now roasting the ass. “Sink fat, sink darling. But there will be no cystitis, “the inner voice mockingly whispered.

      – Do you smoke? I asked out of courtesy.

      – No, – in his voice, as yesterday, universal sadness was heard. Apparently, life was not sickly, the dude was too zadolbalsya, I even wanted to sympathize.

      – You knew… people die from smoking, – my interlocutor remarked.

      – Yes, okay, there are no immortals, – I shrugged.

      Well, then my “smoke” will have to be postponed. Didn’t want to disturb him. I know that many people are sensitive to those who “tar nearby”, complaining about passive smoking and an unpleasant smell. I respect people’s personal boundaries.

      – How was your day? I asked, wrapping my arms around my knees. I wanted to talk a little. Simple and nothing.

      – Light.

      His answer surprised and brought a smile. Light, which is strange. And this is at a time when thunderclouds are gathering over the capital. Some “graters” at the Lemur Academy stirred up the entire “magical” community and, in connection with this, any bad weather and cataclysms were attributed to them, worse than Mercury retrograde.

      – How was your day? How is study? he asked politely.

      “Fine,” I shrugged.

      – Do you like studying here?

      – I don’t know, I’m not sure.

      – Why?

      I thought. For some reason, it was light and light in my soul, as if a small personal sun had lit up in my chest, warming it from the inside.

      “Because I haven’t decided on my life,” I replied with a smile. “Sounds stupid,” I chuckled, lowering my head slightly. Smoking… I really want to drag on, feel how the smoke settles in my lungs.

      – No, – he continued to peer thoughtfully into the distance. – At least be honest.

      I pulled the hood over my head and shoved my hands into my pockets, shivering in the chill. However, it got colder in the evening.

      We sat for another thirty minutes in complete silence, and I said goodbye and left the roof.

      In the room, the first thing I did was put the kettle on and made myself some instant coffee. It seems not tasty, but the habit of drinking has remained since school time.

      Warmed up, I quickly took a shower, changed into my pajamas, and lay down, getting ready for bed.

      But a variety of and very inappropriate thoughts climbed into my head. She smiled involuntarily, remembering how a school friend taught me to walk in a miniskirt and high heels. At that time, I could only clatter with the gait of a lame, crooked-legged grasshopper, that is, with my knees forward. Then a friend taught me how to paint.

      And here we are so cool and fashionable went for a walk. Many approached with the aim of getting acquainted, at least it seemed to me so. For some reason, phrases such as: “Girls, doesn’t your mother need a son-in-law?” were infuriating. “My mother needs a heavy machine gun or a bigger broom to drive some away,” I usually answered coldly and that was it, the “renters” left. A friend held a master class, explaining and showing how to flirt and flirt beautifully. This is probably why she got married after school, and I went to the capital. The spoon left in the cup with which I always drank tea or coffee did not increase my chances of marriage either; and the habit of sitting on the corner of the table (yeah, right on top). Superstitious in the subject, the rest – do not fill your head with nonsense.

      I didn’t like pretending to be someone I’m not. Maybe that’s why I didn’t have any friends. There was a time when I tried to fall under stereotypes, not to stand out from the crowd, to become a gray mass. Something didn’t work out. And maybe it’s for the best.

      I woke up abruptly, as if doused with cold water. Remembering that she was going to go to the store for bread, she quickly pulled on jeans, a jacket with a windbreaker and hurried to leave the huge anthill of the hostel. For

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