unknown distance, Ruslan saw a hunting lodge, which had a very dilapidated roof, if not to say, the roof was torn off. Next to the cabin, there were a small number of logs that had been cut down and laid out in a row.
The door was opened a little, and when approaching Ruslan, a bunch of midges flew out in his face. After waiting for a while, he decided to go inside. The couch, despite the chaos and cobwebs around, was relatively in order, most importantly, there was no dust or debris.
I sat down on the edgeof the cot, looked at my watch, lay down, and immediately fell asleep. Ruslan always had his watch with him, always. As soon as I entered the Faculty of Nuclear Physics. I woke up to some noise that permeated the forest. They showed that he had been asleep for about five minutes.
When I woke up, I decided to go back to the riverbank, remembering why he had come to the forest in the first place, for threeshoddy salaries for a taxi. Ruslan was good at counting money, for which his friends often called him a miser, but he just counted them, although he could spend a decent amount on the same friends in a cafe for the evening. But no one remembered such moments and such treats from him.
He came out of the cabin and saw a lot of other cabins around the cabin. On closer inspection, one could see that they were the same, or rather, not to notice the difference. Even the piles of logs were the same everywhere.
Ruslan gradually turned off his rationality of thinking, even when he met, or rather heard, the voice. But even this did not help him calm down from the excitement, he was afraid, but there was no one to say or share it, so he stopped worrying. No one here will feel sorry for him. Pity and fear lose their meaning in the absence of witnesses.
Timidly, he began to approach the first house that wascloser. Swaying a little in doubt, he went into the cabin and saw a man who was sleeping. At some point, he realized that he was wearing a jacket like his own. As he approached, he saw a man who looked remarkably like him, or rather, it was him.
Quickly bouncing back from the realization of what was happening, he very quickly ran to another cabin, it was the same, or rather, there was a man who looked like him sleeping there.
He was standing at the edge of a forest where there were many equally built and equally dilapidated hunting lodges, two of which at least had men sleeping in them who looked like him.
Ruslan recalled the laboratory work at the institute, which was transformed into a university in the third year.
A minimum of three tests, three measurements, three observations are required, he kept repeating in his head.
He went to a randomly selected third house, everything was repeated, there was no miracle. At the moment, it would be a miracle for Ruslan to see normality, or rather, to see the abnormality, to return to normal life, being in this state, he stopped understanding what to call a miracle.
– It doesn't make sense to go into other houses, well, after all, patterns should exist even in conditions of abnormality, but why, who said that? Ruslan asked himself over and over again.
– Clock, time! Ruslan shouted, and then he was afraid of his own scream, realizing what would have happened if all his copies had woken up at the same time, what would have happened.
He didn't even want to imagine it, knowing that something terrible, irreparable would happen that would break him as an individual.
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