sugar swans

For some comrades who are particularly worried about the “future of their country” from warm places not the closest location, and those comrades who would really like to be in their place, it would be very useful to work out driving non-existent nails into the wall through their own forehead, but decent, but slightly misunderstood geniuses are doing it instead, and their attending doctors are at a loss trying to stop the bleeding. The rooms are filled with barely noticeable aquarium fish of feverish delirium, while somewhere a crowd of junior high school students are trying to resist several servicemen with higher mathematical education. The crowd first fills with a ringing children 's the voice in the head of the captive Alexander, then grows, hiding behind him military personnel with higher mathematical education and lights up with the scarlet flame of flamethrowers. The voices fade away, which finally gives you the opportunity to exhale and the ropes binding your hands barely weaken. Alexander looks around, and when he turns his head 90 degrees, he notices nothing but concrete walls and a man hacking a supermarket cart with a skeleton key, putting it in his pocket freshly-earned 10 rubles and very responsibly cursing the government, corruption and bills for wiretapping not their voices in the head. Alexander himself has never paid these bills and was not going to, which is probably why he is sitting, and not hacking the cart with a skeleton key. That's probably why he didn't succumb to the influence of sugar swans and is not considered a piece of coal. It's stupid to believe sugar swans - an unconditional fact, but apparently everyone is so stupid that even they are not able to understand this. Maybe it's at the behest of sugar swans, barely noticeable fish lock people in these concrete walls so that they succumb and also become fish, or even worse. The acceptance of the conscious strikes Alexander's consciousness, in a gesture of surprise, he spreads his arms and realizes that there are no more ropes, and rising from the place where he has been sitting for how long he does not remember himself, he opens a door that seems to have always been open, but it never seems to have been there. The corridor flooded with the warm light of piercing white lamps was almost empty, only two people also looked like Alexanders, but they did not look like each other at all, wandering aimlessly back and forth along the corridor for no apparent reason and purpose. Alexander 's presence puzzled them and strained, they stopped who was standing and began to look at him speechlessly. And in their eyes, the mute answer to the question that Alexander had not yet had time to ask them was clearly read - they are all Alexanders too, and unlike the free Alexander, they ended up in this corridor in a different way - they succumbed, they are no longer people, they are just fry of barely noticeable fish. And those voices of children in my head are not children's at all, they were also sugar swans who took possession of the consciousness of small creatures and turned them into barely noticeable fish. In the absence of their own voices, strangers can be heard much better in their own head, and the payment - burning the mind and the outer shell with fire is doubly monstrous. Free Alexander does not want to be like those others - still captive Alexanders. He does not want to become a barely noticeable fish of feverish delirium, because there is no way back. It is not so easy to get out of the subjugation of sugar swans, and it is not at all possible to become a man again. Free Alexander has nothing to talk about with the others, he has already learned everything he could, and the rest is just white noise. And just as he was about to leave, the free Alexander notices a huge number of fish of feverish delirium - so free and sublime, but tightly nailed to the ceiling, this sight pushed the free Alexander higher - to the exit. The darkness in front of his eyes dissipated and it seems he even began to see more clearly. Sunlight filled the empty streets of Moscow with yellow. Empty because of the absence of people who were in the minority - and the human shell is far from a sign of humanity and not brainwashed. And with unclouded, concrete walls, Alexander's mind looked at the previously forgotten surrounding world, where it turned out that everyone in this world was also Alexander, and at that moment it dawned on him, he remembered, he remembered everything. I remembered that he wasn't Alexander at all, it wasn't his name, it was everyone's name, but it wasn't his at all. Gordeeva Sofja Uljanovna