When light came, I was not prepared. It burned me and got to me through a little hole in my hard shell. I didn’t even know I could see. Only thing I knew I could feel and the feeling was the only thing that I had. What did I feel? The hardness of the shell that I was surrounded by. I didn’t know what the shell was made of, but it was especially hard when I slept. In the morning everything was aching and my full body would hurt to my soul. I didn’t even know that I had a soul. The pain would surround my heart like a hand and would slowly tighten its grip around it. But when the light came, the pain went away and the strange feeling came towards me. It was so warm. I never felt so before and the feeling would not leave me, even when the light was not around. I don’t know how it happened, and I didn’t know when it happened. Only thing I knew was that I had it and it felt different. I had a mighty urge to be closer to the light and to escape my crust. It was hard and I couldn’t do it on my own as the light helped me. It broke my barrier and took me to outside world.

World outside of the shell was odd, it didn’t appear like I used to see. World didn’t change but some parts of it had gotten better. As we walked, I discovered extra parts that I had never seen before. These parts were very bizarre and intriguing. As we walked, the light took shape. It was like mine, but had negligible differences which I adored. Soon it spoke:

- I was looking for you. What a wonderful life has you created.

- I created?

- Yes, we all were together and then you left. I see why.

- I had the urge to leave. I came here and existed and soon would take shape around me. But I was getting tired, so I slept and pain came.

- You can’t make life by yourself. We are not strong enough alone. I was seeking you for this, as I promised.

- What will happen to this place?

- It will return to you and you will be full again. You made a beautiful life, but your life essence alone is not enough.

- I don’t want to create life. I am afraid. Even this was a mistake. I didn’t want it. It came to life by itself and now it is dying.

- That is a cycle, no life is eternal. We will also perish to give way to new life, as others perished before us. We did not start this cycle and we are not in right to finish it. This is how we are eternal.

- I since that but I don’t want to be part of it.

- Then universe will not be cleansed and will be spoiled. My life will rot, and so will we.

You have one purpose. You will do it regardless of your believed and decisions. As you have done already. We are nothing but tiny seeds, but we are carrying biggest duties of all. We come from old gods and will give life to new ones. Our lives are insignificant but never less so important.

- What if the life which we create becomes evil? What if it will spoil and destroy other lives?

- Root of evil will not come out of the seed of good. We cannot live its life, but all our intentions at creation will be passed down to the life that we will make.

- Have you made life?

- We had. We had made life many times, thus cleansing the universe and granting it eternity. This is the reason of existence of our universe. Without us, it will disappear.

- How do you remember all this?

- I am aware of myself. I have seen the creation of life and I have chosen my partners ever since.

- Have you created life on your own?

- We create life. We can create life on our own. But this life is not full and cannot exist long time, nor continue creating life. Thus, the life essence that we spend in creating a life on our own returns to us. But as we create more and more lives, our life essence spreads and more and more pairs are needed to create.

- How much more we need?

- We need none other. We are in the beginning. We are only two. From us will before and life will spread in the universe.

- I am not ready.

- You need not to be ready. You are born ready. You just need to be.

With that, I was lit up and lost my previous appearance. World around me faded, and we became one. With all my urges, I went to her and surrounded her with my light. As I hugged her, she went inside my body. We became one. We became light.

So, everything began in a very usual high school where I was learning. We learned together, but as time passed, she gained some interesting features. Although we had brief contact, everything was changed by the time we finished school and started university.

I can’t forget when I entered university. I felt like a lamb who had no friends and big hopes. University differed from school it wasn’t all that fancy desks, chairs or enormous library it was all about studying there and as the time passed, I was sure that my life would not be the same. At that moment, she came back to my life. You know it is hard to give a relic of your past a place in your new life. But I somehow shifted from my group of new friends to her and back.

We worked hard but finally filled the hole in our relationship and became good friends. Her appearance was gloomy and passive. She dressed all in black or dark colors. Never wore a makeup or jewelry. Listened to loud and chaotic music (well to be honest I liked that music very much because I kept finding unfamiliar words, meanings and sounds every time I listened to it). Although I kept filling that better feelings were trapped inside of her and as kept telling me the reasons she got like this, I was made more and more sure. Although she told me everything and then I went to see her house I had every proved that she was not suitable for her life. So, this is how it all began:

On September 29 I took my first step into university I had no clue where to go or what to do. She got there first, had all the procedures done and was hanging out with freshly made friend although you could spot her easily in that crowd but if you looked closely, you could see that she was heart and soul of the company. I didn’t greet her, but I knew she saw me. She always had a sharp look, but she did the same. Soon I found people like me and we did all the procedures.

It happened on December 4 we ran into on an exam and had to say a few words. After a brief heartless conversation, we both sat soundless we had nothing to talk about, but I noticed she was comfortable with the silence so I didn’t dare to bother. It wasn’t the best exam I took, but I passed.

Then time passed we kept running into each other and with this brief conversation we got closer and on new year I was invited a party which was held by her parents. When I was driving to her house, it looked very creepy. I have heard about these grounds and the stories were not all pleasant. But I get heard my courage and went in the gates opened themselves and the driveway was not in the excellent condition it wouldn’t be a problem but the mist covered the ground and it was hard to drive without shaking. Not to my surprise most of guest didn’t attend this new year party as she said they preferred company of their families. To my surprise, she was happy. Although everything there was surprising me, even her parents. I had a feeling that this party was just a test which I had to pass on excellent or the consciences would be fatal for me. I excused myself and asked where men’s room was. On the way there I was attacked by a mysterious person although I was working out and could lift some heavy weights, I couldn’t overpower this man. When I came to my senses, I found myself tied onto a board. it was a torturing device which stretched person until his legs and feet ripped off his body and by my head she was sitting. She said:

- Now you’re going to die.

- But why? - I asked.

- But why?! Because it is exciting, isn’t it?

- No, it certainly is not. How can you say that?

- It’s easy I like to see a person’s last breath and tears; I like to hear their agonizing shouts and simply I like to torture. This is my playground and look you are not only one, you have friends here. But they are riding other attractions.

- You monster!–I spited on her face.

- OH! Feisty I like it for the bonus you won’t die until you ride all the attractions, I guarantee you. You’ll become my most loving toy. Torture him well today.

At that night I felt the worst pain in my life and she sat by my head with a broad smile and curious look. When she got tired, she stood up and went to bed. All night they tortured me. At the crack of dawn, they stopped starching my limbs, and I passed out of tiredness. Sleep was short as I opened my eyes servant was laying a table in front of me. There was silverware and food in front of me. As soon as the table was ready, she came in. She seemed happy. She greeted me and sat down. As she ate, I felt hungry, too.

-how are you? Had a good night's sleep? -she started- are you hungry? Do you want anything?

-yes, in fact- I replied- can I have a civilized breakfast?

-I don’t know? Have you behaved? Stretching enough?

- mocking me, are you?

-well, we have to giggle time to time in here too.

She was in a good mood and presided to feed me sausage by her hand. As I enjoyed that sausage suddenly, she stabbed me in my hand with a fork and laughed at my expression of shock. Extremely hard torture occurred that day. As if she was not satisfied with what screams and grunts I had offered her, and she wanted to break my will. The flesh on my back and sides was torn apart by the fierce beating of a whip. Flesh and bits of muscles were cut off from my arms and feet, so it would ache on every step and move of my arms. My fingernails were removed and skin peeled off my fingers and palms. My cheeks were branded by her ancestral sigil. They pierced my mouth with needles. Weights were hung on my nipples and other sensitive parts. And my guts were beaten with a hot rod. Even thinking hurt. Even though they tortured me in that manner I could not pass away, they kept me conscious so I could see and feel everything.

That night it occurred, the most terrible thing that I could imagine. I was lying on the floor as they left me, not even had energy to crawl to my haystack. But before she came, as usual, came the butler and servants who brought a bed and made it. They brought a small chest and a chair with them as well. When they finished, they left. She came by the first light of the sun. I could not see clearly from all the torture and sleepless nights. She set down on the chair and asked the butler to put me on the bed and leave. The butler obeyed. Ad I laid on the bed as she approached, wearing some kind of night gown which covered her entire body down the neck. When she came closer, she jabbed syringe full of something into my arm. I thought it was poison and all this was some kind of farewell to a toy when she got bored and wanted to get rid of it, but I wish that had been the truth. What happened next shook me to my core. She stroked my hair gently, then went down to my brows and the outline of my eye sockets. Girls was so gentle as if I was some kind of ceramic doll; she was afraid to brake. I couldn’t think she could be so gentle, so soft and womanly. And when I close my eyes, took a calm breath and was ready to die at that moment, she slapped me as hard as she could. Pain and shock rushed through my body. Slap mark swole and burned up. I was in pain; she was laughing.

- Didn’t expect it did you?!- she said–wait till the next trick.

She gaged me and then I realized what was in that needle. With ought hesitation and no thought of doubt, she put herself on top of me and inserted myself into her. Filling was overflowing me. I couldn’t scream or shout, but made as much noise as I could. Pleasure and pain were too much. I forgot about the slap, tortures and everything before this moment. I wanted to escape; I wanted this to end. In any other circumstances, I would be more than happy with this kind of outcome, but not with her, and not like this. Exhausted from the torture, I could not move a muscle, couldn’t even shake her off me. Only things I had left were to watch as she used me and laughed at my facial expressions.

- Is this all you can offer?–she asked and slapped me again.–I thought you would have bigger, not this disappointment. Poor, poor your future wife, maybe it was better for her you ended up here. You are so pathetic walking with this between your legs. Maybe this is the reason you didn’t have any lovers. I injected that drug and still got disappointed. Yes, grunt and squeal as much as you want, but you will be my toy until I am done, u dirty pig.–with this said she put her nails in my wounds tearing skin open as blood flood out.–What? did you think I would bleed today?–she laughed with the most joys laughter.–maybe it would me better if we put some weight on it? Maybe we could stretch it? Or should I inject some hormones? Do you know what is the funniest thing? Even if you told anyone who would believe you? They would think of you as a wuss who couldn’t defend himself from a girl. You are truly pathetic pig smelling and laying in filth.–she whipped my belly with her hands.

This continued until she was satisfied. When all was over, she kicked him out of bed on the ground. Cleaned herself with with appliances from the chest and went out. One thing he could though was biting her hand until she released it by opening the wound on his arm. As soon as she left, the help came and took all the comfort from the room. He was lying on the icy floor naked as she left, not even removing protection. The effect of a drug lasted till noon when the sun was the hottest. Tortures continued. She kept her promise and hung a little weight on him. It felt as it would tear I off. As this took place, he said.

- I know how to have more fun.

- I am having great fun now with entertainment you are providing and look I was right it is stretching longer.

- Yes, but the fun I provide can end. How many tortures do you have? I might change but methods are the same.

- What are you offering me?

- We could commit unsolvable murder with your hands. You will feel everything firsthand and see everything from the first row.

- Interesting, but I understand this is a bargain. What do you want?

- I want to be a copilot. I always wanted to commit such a thing, but never had a chance. I even planed everything before I met you. If you want to know, I can tell.

- I am not interested. Resume torture till sundown and whip him too.

That evening, as she was prepared for her sleep, she looked at her hand. She saw the tooth marks and could remember everyone that they pooled out. She looked at it and smiled.

Next day he woke up in a soft and warm bed, all bandaged up. He missed that feeling of sheets touching his skin. This was not his cell. This was not his cell! He jumped out of the bed, hitting the floor and crawled to the door.

- Locked.

Lone word disturbed the silence of the room. It was her voice. He looked at her, confused. Let her know he was not trusting anything and would not fall for any of this like last time. On the other side of a room stood an armchair and, in that armchair, she laid, putting her legs over one armrest and resting her back on other. She had a thick book on her lap. It seemed she was reading while waiting for him to wake up. That was when he noticed that the bed was in a library.

- I changed my mind. Today you rest tomorrow you will tell me everything.

As she said that door opened and the butler came. He took him to his room and locked him there. This room was small, with bars on the windows. Room had a bed, sink, toilet and desk. It seemed this was a servant's room changed from him. He laid in bed not knowing any rest and fear, because when your outcome is death in any situation, you fear nothing.

Next day came. Servants had already arranged the room as he woke up. At noon, she came and set on her chair, looking at him.

- Start.

- I have thought of few criteria with which we can profile our victim. He or she must have no relatives, no job, no special skills or power to stop us and should not pay rent. So basically, a bum or an old person.

- I already have the target.

- Good now we need to spy on him or her. know activities, places and people around her or him. Who is the target?

- Your father.

- What? No, I refuse.

- You don’t get it do you? I want him, and you asked me to be my copilot, so I decide.

Here he understood everything hi father was up to, how he lived and how she played him in his own game. He had no choice. They started the surveillance and soon knew all about him. At first it was tedious, they knew all about him. Month passed, and they talked. In a week after that they knew place and time. At that moment, the target would be at his favorite bar. She would hire a girl who would make him drunk and after that they would do the deed. This was his chance.

The day came and everything was going as planned. Murderers were waiting in an alley. As the father passed by, he was shouted at.

- Father.–it had no effect, so it was repeated.

- Who is it? I am no father to anyone!

- I am your son.

- What? My boy, I thought you were dead.

- I have escaped. We must move. They are looking for me. Come follow me, we can’t stand in the middle of a street.–his nervousness rushed out as plan went to action, but it was no time for that. He must’ve acted.

They rushed into the ally as light and sound of a teaser ruined silence, which was followed with a thud sound of a body falling down. Father was on the ground. From shock and teasers in charge, he vomited. This was followed by hard kicking from his son.

- I know how you sold me. I will not forget, nor forgive. You scum.

- Enough.–she said.–I want pleasure for myself. You did your part well.

She took out a hunting knife and cut the father. She cut his face first, gouging out his eyes. Cut off his lower lip and put it in her purse. As she was about to cut his throat Son took the knife out of her hand and put in through her chest.

- Does this size satisfy you? I have my revenge. Today you bleed.

With these words he took the knife out, helped his father up and thrusted the knife in his neck. He looked as fathers’ lungs filled up with blood and heard sounds which were words at once. It was all over.

He went back to the can and set in. The butler started driving. They went out of town chatting about how she would not bother them anymore.

- If not you, I could not have done it. I will meet you here in three days.

- Understood.

As he was getting ready to leave the car, the door opened and there was she with a gun. Shocked, he could not say a word. Gun went off and the second time as well. He fell on the seat as blood poured from the wounds. His last expression never left his face.

- I think I found a gem for my collection.–she said.–Get his head done, then get rid of the bodies and find me another double.

- Certainly. One more thing, your new toy has arrived and is waiting for you.

I have been impressed by how events occur in life. All this continuity and causality of interactions between humans and individual-made items. It can mark some kind of sequence and we can describe this sequence as faith, but to more studied viewer this is more random elements that take place just because they are there at that moment in time and space. These events well predicted but so convoluted that people who are amid these positions can’t follow or explain. I often called this a chance, but to this there is ever an explanation and reason. We mention that these scenes which are formed as tall skyscraper on the feeble fundament of lie or deception and tumble and fall on the slightest breeze. This is of course because of mortal nature of telling the truth. You can encounter these skyscrapers in every society nowadays. Nowadays everybody is trying to be somebody that they are not, because of their arrogance.

George was a kind, inexperienced lad who was born on may nineteen on six o’clock in the dawn. He, a morning guy, was handy to his mom because she as well was a dawn person not like Georges’ sisters’ Marry. She always remarked on this occasion while they were growing up. From a youthful age, George was brought up as a continuation of bloodline and was spoiled just because he was quiet and humble. George obeyed his mom, dad, grandmother, grandfather and was raised close to household and country traditions. He had little friends and didn’t go far from home because there he found all the entertainment he required.

He loved helping folk around the household. His dad, absent from home and attending at a job or other parties, had his dad look after their family. All was proper for George he was getting all the brain nourishment and physical activity that he called for around the home and less on the street. He was the golden boy that they desired, and he was playing the part.

All went jolly and dandy he had little work to do, he played all time and studying was easy. He didn’t care about studying that much, anyway. Nobody pressured him in doing so, unless it was his mother. She would lay off of as soon as the granny would remark that “the boy” was tired, and it was time for him to go play with his grandpa. The grandpa was a simple man he was a mechanic by carrier but when he retired, he learned to sculpt and worked as a sculptor. He taught George some things about sculpting. Times passed and George grew.

One day when he was staying with his grandparents, one morning his grandpa had a stroke and was taken to a hospital even though his grandmother refused to at first. Father came as quick as he could on that evening and talked to the hospital staff. Few days from that event the grandfather died. George didn’t care for him much he knew early in his life that one day everybody would pass away and only he would remain alone in this world, not old to die, but not young to start new relationships and friendships, but he still cried because his father and aunt were looking, he cried a lot but was not sad. Everything was new to him he never was in one house with a Deadman before. He met a lot of unfamiliar faces that he hadn’t seen before and would not see in the future again. The curious thing was that they rarely talked about his grandfather. They mostly talked about themselves, also the house and the car that he drove. They were more interested in alternative fuel systems rather than paying condolences to a dead relative or a friend. That day passed, they buried his grandfather and life went on. Of course, there were some slight indications of his grandfather not being around like when his grandmother used to cry loudly when she saw George’s father and calm down when he left and the toasts with red wine for his grandfather to rest in peace, but that didn’t carry on for long enough.

A year passed and since there was nobody to look after the country house of the family, his father appointed George to manage things around. Father would visit them time to time at night and leave in the morning and this visit would always carry the checkup nature in a few minutes when he would inspect what George had done around the how. Father would always be kind to mention these things and say that he ought to work a little longer on the house because it was his duty. George was young and had a lot of respect for his father. He thought it was his father’s way to make him learn about hard labor.

All his work around the house wasn’t staying unnoticed by the relatives even though his father would rarely compliment him. They always would remark that George was an exemplary young man and his father who would smile and feel pleasant heard all this. Neighbors and other people also mentioned this as they would come in contact with George or with other members of his family. This made him happy, and his father would occasionally pat him on his back. He even bought him a car because he could travel more frequently to this house and maintain it or run his errands more efficiently. Eventually George grew tired of this and as he grew tired, he hated this experience of constant checkups and maintaining, eventually he hated the house and would rarely visit it. His father who wanted him to live there with his mother and sister to serve the house and George’s grandmother did not like this, so father could have that fun which they denied him growing up and enjoy freedom. Family members other than grandmother did not really like this idea of his, but they couldn’t do much. Georges’ mother was a quiet lady who avoided conflicts or confrontations until she couldn’t hold the negative in herself anymore. This feature came out in George too. When the hate would come out, she would use anyone to make the victim miserable. She had done this kind of intrigues a lot and was good in them not only because she had read a lot but mostly because others didn’t read as much as six grader school kid. This stupidity of others made them not only easy target but a menace too. This would continue more openly when George was a kid, but as he grew, others tried not to get on his unpleasant side and the struggle got more and more silent. They tried to make George their ally, both opposing parties tried propaganda and critic, one more upfront and open, other longer term and sneaky, but George was yet to be overtaken. George knew what was going on and was choosing his words and behavior likewise.

One day, as he was thinking about all this stuff and how it would affect his entire life, he carried on to one of his father’s errands. An unfortunate event struck him, more suitable would be, of course, to say that he struck, because with ought his participation by car the woman who was crossing the road would have finished the task. As George realized what he has done, he ran out of the car in the middle of the road and was shocked to see what he has done. There was a woman lying on the concrete, her body deformed, the dress which might be ironed this morning tried on and loved because it made her look extraordinarily gorgeous this morning was ruined and dirty with dust, much and blood. Woman who has might have left the house on her two healthy feet was lying down not by her will but because her leg was broken, bone sticking out and hanging on her only by flesh. The arm with which she stroked her hair or might have been playing the piano last evening was flattened and deformed with peace of engagement ring piercing through the ring finger. The woman who might have left the house with joyful humming or even singing was laying there trying to form words as her lungs were filled with blood, but only could emit tormented grunts was staring shocked not knowing what happened in Georges’ eyes, who was looking at all of this and was going insane by the thought what he had done and what this exemplary person had become. He hadn’t noticed as police came did all the procedures. To him seconds were passing like years and he couldn’t take the image out of his head, he couldn’t think of anything else.

The trail was short; he deserved it all, and he admitted that, but even though he knew what he had done and he had acknowledged it, he was feeling some kind of protest inside or was its fear he didn’t know. This feeling was about going to prison. This made him uneasy. That was the reason he was present before the judge on the empty stomach. Judge was firm. Parents were absent. People were pleased. They took George to jail. Our protagonist was a prisoner. He was a convict. He was silent.

The air was icy and filled his lungs. One deep breath was enough to enjoy. He had to get home, and there was no time to lose. There was nobody to pick George up, so he carried on by foot. He turned back on the prisoner and was facing home. The golden boy was going to make the return. The walk was not far, and he was happy that he made the surprise. And surprise was a success. As he approached his home, it was already noon there were no human in sight as it was extra hot this day. George sneaked inside and made himself comfortable on a chair in the kitchen. Soon after his mother came in, she was surprised, shocked even. She offered him some tea, he agreed, and she sat down putting expensive biscuits, which they only offered guests on the table. George enjoyed these delicious treats rarely as he was a child and he didn’t lose his appetite for them. He thought as he was older the perk of having what treat he wanted opened for him. Soon he noticed that mother was uneasy looking at the door as she was waiting for something. As he looked at the clock, he realized what she was waiting for, or rather to say who. And who, being the father, didn’t make them wait. He came in the room but didn’t look shocked he wondered why he didn’t call, to which George explained he wanted to make this event a surprise. Father sat down and the family had a talk. When the talk was over George stood up and they followed, they were showing him out and as they were standing at the door and looking at George leaving; he turned around to have a last glance and noticed two pairs of curious eyes staring at him behind the father’s legs. He turned and continued walking. As he passed near gathered neighbors by the corner of the block, he said hello to no response.

The air was icy and filled his lung. One deep breath was enough. He smiled and dissolved into darkness.

The seat stands alone in a crowded bus. Nobody dares to sit on, but everybody wants it. In everybody’s mind is the lone seat in the bus, but seat is protected, it is reserved; it is protected by everyone and is reserved by the good manners. This is a round a challenge for every person on the bus.

So, it begins. The fat man suggests the seat to a girl, but she refuses now the tournaments have lesser member. So, the man continues there are few more women. The bus is so crowded that in winter I am sweating but nobody uses the seat to it purpose. Why?! Is it because the good manners?! Because nobody wants to sit?! But somebody had to take the blame, somebody has to be looked bad in the eyes. Is it worth it?! Can somebody live with the silent blame?! Can anybody live with the thought that somebody thinks of him or her as a rude person?!

So, I am standing there thinking to myself who will be a hero to take the chance but also; I think why do they care? Why do they care what other unknown and random people think about them?

So, I step up and take the place, and it makes sense to me. If not, people like me, all the seats will be vacant on the crowded bus. We who are brave enough not to care about society will be the proud saviors of it. If not us, things might not be used because of good manners and if they are not used for their purpose why making them in the first place?

So, I sit in the seat and look in the window. I avoid the crowd; I avoid the small glares expressions which I like to look at when I stand. There is judgement now, or is it? I am truly the son on society I am not a person standing alone going against the rules sometimes I am becoming a true member of the thing I hate and I think to myself if everyone is individual, we still be society of individual people we will become the thing we went against. What is the point of it then?

But I no longer think of it because I stud up and got out of the bus It was my station and the thought of my sense of blame which I passed down with the seat just flew out of my mind.

ზღვის ცისფერი ნიავი ოქროსფერ მზის სხივებში გახვეულ ბალახს ნაზად არხევდა, ცდილობდა თავის ნებაზე მოეხარა, მაგრამ ბალახი არ ნებდებოდა. თბილად მოთამაშე სხივებში განაბული აყოლოდა ქარის რიტმს და სხვა ბალახებს ცეკვაში ეჯიბრებოდა. უდარდელად გასცქეროდა ველს და მდელოს, აკვირდებოდა ტყეს და მდინარეს. დღეს უცნობი გამოჩნა მინდორში. ნელ-ნელა თავდახრილი მოდიოდა და არაფერს არ უყურებდა. ტანზე ძვირფასი , მაგრამ დახეული ტანსაცმელიეცვა. დაიარებოდა და არაფერს არ ამჩნევდა. ისე გამოიყურებოდა თითქოს აჩრდილი იყო. ბალახმა შეხედა და უნებურად ცეკვა შეწყვიტა. ერთ ხანს უყურა და შემდეგ გადაწყვიტა დაეძახა:

- ბიჭუნა, ბიჭუნა მომიახლოვდი და მომიყევი. რატომ დადიხარ მოჩვენებასავით? რად დაგხევია ასეთი ლამაზი ტანსაცმელი? ვინ გაგიფუჭა ასე ხასიათი?

ბიჭი ყურადღებას არ აქცევდა, მიდიოდა და თავპირი ჩამოსტიროდა. ბალახმა ხმას აუწია და არ გაჩერებულა იმ დრომდე სანამ ბიჭმა თავი არ ასწია, მიუახლოვდა და გვერდით ჩამოუჯდა. ბალახმა კითხვები გაუმეორა და ბიჭმა თავისი ამბის მოყოლა დაიწყო:

- მე ამ სახელმწიფოს უფლისწული ვიყავი. დედ-მამას ძალიან ვუყვარდი.ისე მივლიდნენ ცივ ნიავს არ მაკარებდნენ. ქვეყანაში საუკეთესო მასწავლებელი მომიჩინეს, ცდილობდნენ რომ მესწავლა და სახელმწიფოს ნამდვილი მემკვიდრე გამოვსულიყავი. მე სწავლა და მასწავლებლები არ მიყვარდა, მგეობრებთან გართობას და ძილს ვარჩევდი, მაგრამ ბედი სხვა რამეს მიმზადებდა. ერთ დღეს ჩვენს სახელმწიფოში საშინელი დაავადება გაჩნდა. ბევრი ავად გახდა და მათ შორის ჩემი მშობლებიც. ისინი ავადმყოფობამ შეიწირა. მე მომიწია სახელმწიფოს მართვა. პირველივე დღეს დავითხოვე ჩემთვის საძულველი მასწავლებლები. პირველი ვეზირი მეხმარებოდა ქვეყნის მართვაში, არ მღლიდა და მეგობრებთან თამაშსაც არ მიშლიდა. ერთ ღამეს ჩემმა ერთგულმა მსახურმა გამაღვიძა და მომახსენა ვეზირი მოკვლას გიპირებსო.მხოლოდ ტანზე ჩაცმა მოვასწარი და გამოვიქეცი . მას შემდეგ გავრბივარ, არ გავჩერებულვარ უკვე ექვსი დღეა. გავრბივარ და ვტირი.

უსმინა ბალახმა უსმინა და შეეცოდა ბიჭი, მაგრამ ბალახს რა შეეძლო. ბალახი ყველაზე დაბალი იზრდებოდა, მაგრამ ბევრ რამეს ხედავდა და ყველაფერს იმახსოვრებდა. ბიჭის ისტორიაც დაიმახსოვრა, მაგრამ ზამთრის მოსვლისთანავე დაავიწყდა და მეტჯერ აღარ გახსენებია.

THE BIRTH

I

It happened unnoticed. At first, I lifted by little but then all of I sudden I flew up. I flew like my dreams I felt freedom. I saw an endless world, which I couldn’t see from land. I felt the heat of the sun and raped myself in clouds. I saw the blue sky which was around me and wanted me to stay in it at last I looked down and saw a gray cloud which lied on the city.

I flew all day and didn’t realize how it got dark. I landed. I lied on green grass, looked up and saw thousands of stars and a big moon which was sitting like a pretty stone on the sky. I fell asleep fast green grass was keeping me warm and only by the sunrise I woke up. I flew up and went to the city. I will never forget that day it was the day I last stepped on earth.

When I returned to the city, people were looking at me excitedly. Soon I got famous. I was surrounded by people all the time. In that crowd there were those who wore white clothes, those who wore multicolor clothes, but I was surprised by the vast amount of people who wore gray clothes they didn’t react to anything and I couldn’t tell the difference between them. Lots of people wanted to be like me. I explained to them but they couldn’t understand I couldn’t see any sense in their senseless eyes. They couldn’t understand me, so people forgot about me as we drifted apart.

They came unnoticed. First, they were one or two, then they grew and they flooded people. I hated them; they were dressed in black. They had no facial or body features. I didn’t see the danger in them, but they knew everything about me.

One night they got me. They were seven; they took me into a black cloud. I couldn’t see the sky and I couldn’t feel the land so I flew up fast, but the cloud flew with me I couldn’t escape. Suddenly I felt I was getting tired and heavy I landed slowly and felt chest pain so hard that I passed out. When I woke up, I saw them clearly dancing by the black fire and then I looked in myself and there was nothing darkness sealed my free spirit and took its place instead. I stood up and ran I couldn’t understand that I couldn’t fly but saw perfectly in dark until I fell down and passed out because of tiredness. I woke up in the morning and I walked and I knew I would walk until my free spirit would be free again.

THE BEGINNING OF NEW ERA

II

As the time passed, humanity got more and more advanced. But throughout the process, they got separated and closed from each other. They developed services which helped them to contact each other in every part of the world, but most of the humans stayed unsocial.

In a search of energy, soon humanity noticed that on earth there were places with lots of amounts of spiritual energy and started thinking how to transform it in his will. Thus, hunted for spiritual energy. Lots of people died throughout that hunt and many centuries later human achieved his goal.

All these years I was roaming around helping injured. I achieved this gift when they sealed my free spirit. It was that time when the great explosion happened humanity went into bunkers to survive but most of earth population died that cursed day. It was unusual that only humans died in that explosion. I was protected by darkness inside me. It was an explosion on soul mine nobody knew what happened.

Years passed humanity stayed in bunkers. For not to relive those tragic days again they lived with the nature. They destroyed all technology and repopulated the earth, never mentioning about past. But as they went outside the bunkers, they were welcomed by many magical creatures which leaved on earth.

I was approached by a little girl and asked to follow to help his mother. As I walked with her, she told me we opened ancient tomb which led to another dimension were all magic and magical creations were evacuated and now everything pored back. I helped them and continued my quest, but this time I knew I could free my spirit for sure.

MEETING THE DEATH

III

I heard in a village that a priest in a distant North church was curing all kinds of diseases, so my quest continued. As I pass the rocky mountain, I was approached by a young man it was dusk and I knew that on this road there were many thieves so I put and, on my sword, as he came closer stranger noticed that and put his hands in the air and screamed:

-Don’t worry, I am a harmless traveler.

I took my hand off from the sword but still I was perusal.

-My name is Death and I am traveling to a church in the distant North to see my friend-he said as he came closer. -who are you and where do you go?

-I am David Berg and I am heading to that church too I heard that there is a priest who cures all diseases I want to test him.

-How naïve. You humans all your lives try to find a cure for diseases and you haven’t noticed that the true disease is humanity itself. Nothing is constant, everything dies in the end. Everybody and everything follow that rule. They know they must be born, live and die that they have no other purpose but you humans rivaled that rule you wanted all you live good lives and you want more you don’t know when to stop until it is too late and look what you did you nearly destroyed everything. You made me a foe of yours. Pictured me as a grim reaper, as a cruel being who does not know happiness or joy, a being who brings fear. You made me hide and nobody cared about me, only a few who knew me. Who had seen me many times knew what I was? They did not fear me because they knew I was the part of the existence.

-I lived in the previous era and I know everything about your suffering. But why now? You could reveal yourself back then.

-I see you look like a young boy but you are much older inside let me explain. The era that you lived is called second era. Death can live only in one era. Death knows when their times is near so they can have apprentices. Deaths make their soul strong so they can serve good. Apprentices can be as many as death wants. We live together and we are left in the chamber until one consumes others and becomes so powerful that are equal to death. Then former death passes his and his ancestors’ knowledge to him and joins them in nothingness resting his soul.

-Wait, is not former deaths send to heaven or something?

-No, they are not good nor bad; they are neutral so they can’t go not in heaven nor in hell and their sole is too powerful to remain on earth. So, there is a special place where they can stay called Nothingness and they can make their perfect world there and enjoy eternity. As I am the recent death and the seal is broken, I will not hide and nor will be others.

-seal?

-Yes, it was cast by the great one who sealed eternal darkness inside his body and ordered us to guard the seal and hide till it is broken. It happened at the beginning of the second era. Until that earth was ruled by darkness. He also left the prophecy that he would return to my third life and meet me as a diseased man that’s why I want to pay a visit to my old friend in the north.

As he said that he told me to stay on guard and went to sleep living me with my mouth open we traveled many days and finally came to the church.

MEETING THE VIRTUES (I)

IV

As we reached the church, we were welcomed by a priest who greeted me as we knew each other for a long time and led us into the church. I was surprised that there were no crowd of people. The church itself was seem odd it was dusty and seemed that only few corners of it were clean the priest explained it to me saying “only few people come here to pray others just seek cure “he also asked me the reason I was there and told me to stay out of his room until he talked to death. Soon the priest came out and took me to hospital next to the church. As we were walking, I asked:

-how come you know death so close none of your patients died?

-well, we grew up together. I knew him before he was granted the name “Death”

-what do you mean by that?

-Ha, Ha, Ha! He didn’t say that right. I know he would not even thou he could tell you that. He isn’t the actual death. He was his apprentice, and he swooped his name with actual death comfortably, isn’t it?

-He did? Is it even possible? Why did death change his name?

-Ha, Ha, Ha! You seem rather shocked. Yes, it is possible. The death just wanted to live like a normal person so he changed his signature and now he can live in a new world, But, till our death dies. It is not much but if you got a lifetime holiday once era wouldn’t you be glad to, have it?! Now our death handles his job and I think he does it pretty good.

-well, is not it dangerous to put so enormous power and responsibilities in just a random person's hand?

-no, it is not. It is based on a basic life rule of equivalent exchange so if he stops to do his job for about a second, he will pay for it with his soul which will be held in darkness for thousands of years after his soul will be torn in as many parts as many souls he did not collect.

-how does he fulfill his duty?

-why not you ask him yourself?

As he said that, he led me into a ward. In the ward there was a bed, a chair and a table on the chair was sitting a man. As we walked in the priest said:

-here is death.

Death looked towards me and exclaimed:

-I was to write he is sealed.

-sealed you say? -asked the priest-can’t you break it?

-unfortunately, not it is not a powerful seal but I fear not to hurt him we can’t afford to with more.

-so, everything is as he said.

-yes.

I stood there and listened. I understood nothing but suddenly they looked at me, Priest smiled and said:

-sorry we totally forgot about you, but you understand this situation is worse than we thought. You are a carrier of the being called the free spirit. How can I put this ... mmm ...?

-you are like a god to this world-said death.

-why should I trust you? You lied to me since we first met, -I exclaimed.

-he is not clever I know why he did not tell us about this seal-said death and the pries agreed by nodding his head.

-will somebody explain me something?

-no! -they both said.

-you must leave now. The death will lead you to your room and tomorrow you will know everything.

We left. That night I got no sleep. I didn’t trust them. I calmly waited till tomorrow.

MEETING THE VIRTUES(II)

V

On the second day, I was led to the dining room by death. I asked:

-why did you agree to become death?

-So, you know... damn priest always telling thing that mustn’t be told but well you are the one you must know our past. I agreed to that position to give my life a meaning. I was just a blind middle-class student ...

-You are blind? But you see perfectly.

-Yes, I am and listen calmly don’t interrupt me in the middle of the sentence! I was a blind student. I was born like that but nature gave me unique abilities I could manipulate my and others’ energy. The actual death saw me and suggested becoming his student and as you can see, I agreed. He taught me everything I had to know about my “gift” and I agreed to be his substitute for my entire life it is my payment for my knowledge. Now about my sight I can “see” well because I see energy and energy is everywhere and in everything even in rocks, trees and water but except that living things energy has colors which depend on their emotions. You must have noticed that when you are angry, you make others angry, and when you are happy, you make others happy too. Have not you wondered why is that?

-No, I have not.

-Because humans and animals have so powerful energy around them, they sometimes interact and even influence on one another. It is called aura. That is my secret.

-You mentioned I am the one, the owner of a free spirit. What does that mean?

-Patience my friend, you will know everything shortly.

As he said that, he approached me into a gigantic room. There was a round table with eight chairs and on every chair, there was sitting a person except for two where we sat. As soon as we did, that death began:

-The time has come. As the previous owner said, the free spirit returned to us, but he remembers nothing he is sealed, which is bad we can’t help him he must help himself.

-And what is your plan-asked woman in a police officer in uniform?

-First, introduce yourselves. He must know about his allies all important things. He already knows me.

-I am a priest. I am the newest member of The Virtues. I come from reach family and unfortunately middle child of greed.

-I am a warrior, -Said scar faced man -I have been fighting evil entities for my entire life. I am wielder of a will fire.

-I am a traveler. I travel a lot and that’s all-said tall skinny man.

-I am a wizard, Master of magic.

-I am called Marie. I can help you reach and exceed your power limits. -said a girl in a colored dress who was measuring me with her eyes all the time.

-I am a justice. -said a woman in police uniform.

-So, as you know all, you must listen well and remember everything. Before your era was time where darkness ruled the world, it was cruel times. Everybody was slaves of that entity called madness but one sole stood up to him and gained freedom it was the first free spirit. Then he freed others and thus madness lost power but free couldn’t kill madness because he would be reborn. So free sealed all the magic and children of magic inside him so this kind of thing won’t happen again. He knew that unfortunately magic would be free again, so he told us what to do when this would happen and sealed everything only; I was left to help him with the seal. You have seen the outburst of magic which killed many humans, right? Well, I am afraid to say that it was not magic at all; it was madness refilling his strength after everything was released from previous free body by the miner. We knew that, so we put up the shield to protect those who were left alive that’s why you were not welcomed by all our crew. Spiking of which you might be thought that it was unusual for us to call ourselves virtues. That is because madness has assembled a group called seven deadly sins which contains genuine sins which madness found and confessed to join him.

-And what about me? Why am I the chosen one?

-It is random selection you have no special skills or something.

-So, my body is a property of a spirit which will take over my mind and erase my personality?

-You don’t seem to understand a concept of a free spirit, do you? Free spirit is not a literal spirit like ghost or something it is called so because it gives you power beyond imagination. You can use it as you want if you will understand this.

-What will happen if I fail?

-You will lose it and in addition, we all will become slaves hoping someone will. So, to get you to understand it fast, we will fight you one by one tomorrow. Now you all are free. Rest and prepare yourselves for tomorrow.

LONG FORGOTTEN FELLING

VI

As the briefing was over, I went out of the room and started wondering around the church. There were many questions in my head and I was trying to find answers. I didn’t notice as I wondered in a beautiful field with a bunch of flowers and a small river on it. As I sat there thinking, I was approached by marriage. She said:

-Isn’t it beautiful? I used to live by the place like this. Oh, it was favorable time.

-What happened to you?

-Well, I used to be a mistress of a castle. My family was spread: some were fighting evil, some were merchants, bakers and so on. Although we were noble blood family, I never disagreed with my family opinion. I knew they would come back, and they did some returned and stayed and some just returned to heal their wounds and then went back into the battle of life. But one by one they failed and died two years ago I had no living relatives. I was alone in the castle and soon lost hope but then when I wanted to kill myself the death came and told me about my powers and asked me to join him and he said exact date and peace where should I join him since then I renewed my castle and started teaching my powers to people. Then when the date came, I left it to my greatest apprentice and left.

-Why did you do so?

-Well, I won’t return there, I know.

-Why do you think so?

-Why should I? I am the last representative of my dynasty. I am past. My ideas are old and in the learning process old ideas are not good sometimes you have to stand back and let the new generation do their job. I am too old for taking risks and I will just be useless.

-Old but you seem fairly fifteen! -I exclaimed.

-Oh, am I? Now I understand death. My first advice to you will be never trust your eyes.

-Newer, trust my eyes? What should I trust then?

-Trust your power, it will show.

-My powers are sealed! I am useless. I’ll probably die tomorrow!

-No, you won’t. If your powers were sealed, you wouldn’t have any powers. If you catch a bird, will it be free?

-No.

-Same goes with your powers if your power were sealed would it still be a free spirit or just a spirit? It’s not your powers are sealed, but your knowledge about this power.

-How should I break this seal?

-I do not know it is your mind, but I know how your powers work. It is simple you have free spirit which is free from everything you basically can turn rock into 30 year’s old wine. You just have to free your mind from the knowledge that it is a rock and see it as a wine, that’s all. It is no quince dance that you have seven sparring tomorrow; practice today. Think about it.

-It is easy to say so, but I’ll try.

-Ok, see you tomorrow.

I stayed there thinking about it. I even tried so hard that my head hurt it was nighttime and I saw Fool's moon and it came to me the knowledge of all, the unlimited power. I have reached the point where a rock could be a wine, a banana could taste like apple, and I floated again in the air. I have accessed the knowledge of past and future. I could see all. As I reached it, I glowed. I was me again. I saw everything as it was and it was beautiful.

MISTAKES OF THE PAST

VII

That night in my dream, one man came up to me. He introduced himself as a first owner free spirit. He said that I could ask him anything, so I did.

-If you were free spirit, how come you died?

-Well, it is no elementary thing to explain. As I sealed all magic with madness, I had seen the future that madness will be born and it will join the old madness and then no one will stop him so I ordered myself to a hitman who is now called priest and made death to seal my body. But It was too foolish for me to do so I did not want to kill so many humans it was the future that I have not foreseen, but sometimes you have to sacrifice ordinary people for saving the chosen one.

-Oh, I see now. You were getting weak. Marry told me your narrow vision had made you vulnerable. You made yourself weak, and that’s why you made this huge mistake.

-If you are so good try to be better but remember you can’t kill evil. You must learn from my mistakes and find your way to defeat one. Do you understand?

-Yes, I do.

-Free! Free! Wake up

I opened my eyes and saw frightened death.

-What happened? -I asked.

-We found you dead on the field. We were worried. What happened?

-I broke the seal and met the first free spirit.

-You did?!That is great. It will help you in tournament tomorrow.

-Yes indeed. Now leave me I want to rest, please.

They left.

-He knows right. He has seen him. -said the priest.

-Of course, he knows. Yes, he has seen him. -answered death.

-What should we do?

-We will figure everything out in the tournament.

THE SEVEN FIGHTS

VIII

Today was the fight. Magician put us into special place so we could not destroy half of the living world. But first I had to say some things. So, I began:

-I unlocked my powers yesterday. You found me dead yesterday because I was talking to previous free. Which you have known. You must have one question. How could he die? The answer is priest killed him and death sealed his corpse not to rot.

-what? -said justice -I knew we should not take him in.

-Wait. It was because he has gotten weak. He had very weak because of his vision of the world. He ordered himself to the house of greed. He could not defeat madness, so he left it to me.

-To that mercenary? -exclaimed warrior.

-Yes, to them. So, I am planning to lead you another way. I will fight alone.

-No. It is our fight too. We must fight as well. -Said magician.

-But first we must deal with them. Those must leave our fight because they worship free who had a wrong view on world. -said justice -They will miss everything up.

-No, they were obedient to their masters. I will not let them go.

-Then it is settled we must begin. First goes death. -said marry.

-Oh, and I won’t use my power of future vision.

-Ready? Begin.

-Let’s check your powers. -by saying this he summoned two golems and harpies. So, they could attack me on the land and in air. I picked up a rock and threw it in them and when they reached golems; I expanded and crushed them. Then I ordered harpies to attack death, thus making him to seal them.

-Well, you seem to be serious well let’s see how can you handle this. -He summoned mirrors around me.

I laughed and tried to break the mirror but as my fist touched the mirror. I was taken in and placed in the center of the sphere. I moved and saw a rocky figure of myself. I moved and so did he. I tried to break it but I couldn’t we had equal strength and I realized it was a soul trap, the same that darkness used on me. I threw a knife in the mirror; it went in and went out of the rock me and threw on me. I stopped it and made as many knives as it was needed. I threw each at each mirror and when they touched; I blew them up. The fight was over I beat death’s best attack. He surrendered. Next was the warrior. He started fearlessly it was physical exercise. He was fast, His attacks were fearsome and his fire was burning my sole but I stopped defending and offended him I used five weapons but his defending skills were as good as attacking. All lead to one thing: he was a master, but I was a god so I just got whole air out but he continued coming at me for sometimes but who can live without air. The second match was over too. Third fight was with justice, but she surrendered. Mary was forth. But she demanded to fight with a partner and she chose wizard. It was a challenging fight. Fighting a man with fairly the same powers as mine and now he has support. I could lose. But he had weakness he was talking, so I changed removed his tongue and mouth. But it was not over because he was buffed by Mary. She made him so strong and so fast that if he punched me, I would die. I put up the shield to buy some time to think. I got it I stopped time and made super rope to tie them up. It was my fourth and fifth victory. Traveler surrendered, saying that he won’t win, and it was only priest left. He moved his finger around, and then everything stopped. I had a weird feeling and then he came with a knife and pierced it in my hand, the second knife was pierced in my liver. There was blood everywhere, I was scared but then I realized it was all not real and when I looked in his eyes and saw my real self and now; I was a man with a knife. When he came back, I was calibrating my victories. But It was too early.

UNNOUTICED VICTORY

IX

Since I returned my powers, the only thing left was destroying madness, but it was not an easy quest. We could not kill him but also could not seal him. It was an unbeatable opponent. I saw that madness would visit me. I was sure that he wouldn’t hurt me because, but still it was an uneasy quest to speak to a person who wants you dead and vice versa.

It happened as I saw he came. He came in a front door as we were not a threat to him, he knew; he knew he was invincible. He wanted us to speak alone. As his request was fulfilled, he started:

-I know you can’t kill me and also can’t seal me, so what you say we team up? Rule the world like brothers.

-No.

-No? You seem not to understand, boy! I am not offering. Don’t make me end you for good.

-No is my conclusive answer. As I can’t kill you, so you can’t kill me.

-And what makes you think that?

-If you wanted, you would kill me when I first discovered my powers. I know it would cost you a lot of effort to find me again.

-True, true indeed. But I can kill your allies who are waiting next door. No, even worse, I can infect them with a little of madness and make them kill you.

-My allies will die for me. So, make them crazy. That only will make my rage more powerful.

-And what will it change you can’t kill me, anyway.

-Oh yes, I can’t but I can make you feel the same I do. Feel the flame burning inside you, Feel the heat on your skin, Feel the light coming from you! Change the form and become the sun and light in my room till the end of the time.

And the light passed out of madness and he was no threat anymore. He couldn’t leave the room, and his flames were infinite.

რა კარგია როდესაც ცივი ზამთრის დილას გეღვიძება შენს საწოლში. იხედები ფანჯარაში, ხედავ თხლად მოსულ თოვლს და გრძნობ რომ გარეთ ძალიან ცივა, ყინავს. ეს გრძნობა რაღაცნაირად საბანს უფრო თბილს ხდის. სითბო გსიამოვნებს, წყნარი და მშვიდი დილაა. იხედები გვერდით ის შენს გვერდით წევს. ყავისფერი თმა გაშლილი აქვს, საბანშია შეხვეული და მხოლოდ თავი უჩანს. აკვირდები ნაკვთებზე, ნაკვთებზე რომლებზეც ამ მომენტამდე ათასჯერ დაკვირვებიხარ. აი შუბლი, ორი თხელი წარბი, თვალები, ცვირი, ტუჩები და ნიკაპი. რამდენჯერ დაგიკოცნია ეს სახე მოფერებიხარ წარბებზე და ღაწვებზე. გრძნობ რომ რამდენიც არ უნდა უყურო მზერით ვერასდროს დატკბები. ის წევს შენს გვერდით და ნაზად სუნთქავს. აკვირდები როგორ მოძრაობს საბანი, თითქმის შეუმჩნეველია, მაგრამ მოძრაობს. გახსენდება ყველა ის დილა რომელთაც მის გვერდით შეხვედრილხარ. ყოფილა დილა ხმაურიანიც, როდესაც ნიკოლოზი შემოვარდებოდა ხოლმე. ბავშვური კიჟინით და მხიარულებით აიკლებდა საძნებელს, მაგრამ ეს დილა წყნარი იყო. ნიკოლოზს ღრმად ეძინა და მქონდა საშუალება დავმტკბარიყავი მისით. ნაზად მივიწიე ახლოს და ჩავეხუტე. მისი სხეულის სითბო ვიგრძენი, თავი ნაზად მოვათავსე ჩემს მკერდზე. თმის სუნი მეცა, ეს ის სუნია რომელიც ასე შემიყვარდა. ვერც შევამჩნიე როგორ ჩამომიყალიბდა ჩვევად მისი თმის დასუნვა ჩახუტებისას, მაგრამ იმდენი დრო გავიდა არამგონია გადავეჩვიო. ეტყობა ჩემმა მოძრაობამ შეიაფხიზლა. თვალები აუჩქარებლად გაახილა, მიმოიხედა და ძლიერად ჩამეხუტა. რაღაც დრო ჩემს გულს უყურადებდა, სწრაფად მიცემდა გული. შემდეგ ფართოდ გახელილი თაფლისფერი თვალები მომაპყრო, ამოიწია და ნაზად მაკოცა. მეც ჩავეხუტე, ამოვწიე და ტანზე დავისვი. ასე ჩახუტებულები ვიწექით გაყურსულები რამოდენიმე ხანი. მისი ყელი ჩემს ყელს ეხებოდა და სახე ბალიშში ჰონდა ჩარგული. ჩემი გული უკვე ისეთი სიჩქარით ცემდა რომ თითქოს ეს ესაა და საგულედან ამომიხტებოდა, მაგრამ არც ვფიქრობდი ჩახუტების შეწყვეტას. ხელებით და მთელი ტანით ვგრძნობდი მის ფიგურას, მსუბუქი იყო მაგრამ სიმძიმე მაინც იგრძნობოდა. არ ვიყავი ამ სიმძიმის წინააღმდეგი მიუხედავად იმისა რომ სუნთქვა ცოტათი მიჭირდა, ამ მომენტში ეს სიმძიმე და სუნთქვის გაძნელება დიდ სიამოვნებას მანიჭებდა. ხელებით ვგრძნობდი რბილი, მოქნილი, თხელი საღამურის მაისურს და მასში მოთავსებულს სხეულს კონკრეტულად კი ნეკნებს.

- გახსოვს პირველად რომ დამინახე? - თქვა მან,

- მახსოვს. რუსთაველის მეტროსთან შეგხვდი, გალერეას მაშინ ამთავრებდნენ. წითელი კუბოკრული პალტო გეცვა. მე შავი და მდოგვისფერი. მაგრამ მიმოწერა რატომღაც არასწორად წავიკითხე და ჭაობისფერ მოსაცმელიანს ვეძებდი.

- ჩურჩუტი იყავი. - მითხრა და ჩაიცინა. ჩამეცინა მეც. - მერე გახსოვს სად წავედით?

- კი მახსოვს რუსთაველისკენ დავიძარით. მაშინაც ზამთარი იყო მაგრამ ასე არ ციოდა. ფეხით ვსეირნობდით ცოტა ხანი. მე რაღაც სასაცილო ისტორიებს გიყვებოდი ჩემი წარსულიდან, ეჰ რა დურაკი ვიყავი ასე მინდოდა მომეწონებინა შენთვის თავი.

- ჰო, დიდად არ შეცვლილხარ.

- მაგრამ შენ კი გეცინებოდა. მერე კიდევ მახსოვს სერიოზული საუბრებიც გვქონდა მეგობრობაზე და მეგობრებზე.

- კი, კი ნამდვილად. ძალიან საინტერესო აზრები გქონდა, ერთობ ლიბერალური. მერე რა მოხდა?

- მერე? მერე ბარში წავედით. რუსთაველზე ოპერასთან რომ იყო და მერე დაიხურა ხალხი რომ არ მიდიოდა მაგიტომ. კარგი ბარი იყო, ჩვენც რომ მივედით დიდად არ იყო არავინ. მიყვარდა ეგეთი ადგილები, მაშინ მორიდებული ვიყავი და ხალხმრავლობა ძალიან მაწუხებდა. ადამიანის გასაცნობადაც კარგია როცა ხმაური არ არის და სიწყნარეში საუბრობთ, თან კარგი ლუდი და მექსიკური კარტოფილი ჰქონდათ. ისე ხო არ გინდა გავიხსენოთ ძველი დრო დღეს საღამოს? ლუდი, მექსიკური, მე, შენ და მუსიკა.

- ერთი პატარა დეტალი გავიწყდება, ნიკოლოზი.

- ნიკოლოზი შეგვიძლია ჩემებთან დავტოვოთ. ჩემს დას დავურეკავ გამოუვლის და სიამოვნებით დაიტოვებს.

- მაშინ კარგი დღეს დეითი გვაქვს. -ეს თქვა, ლოგინიდან გახარებული წამოხტა და აბაზანისკენ აიღო გეზი.

მე კიდევ იმ დღეზე ვფიქრობდი. არ უნდა დამავიწყდეს პირველი დღე როდესაც ის ვნახე. ეს კარგი დღე იყო. წინა ღამეს დავგეგმეთ შეხვედრა რუსთაველის მეტროსთან. გალერეას მშენებლობას ამთავრებდნენ. შუშებს სვავდნენ და გარეთ ჰქონდათ აშენებული მეტალის კონსტრუქცია. ერთი შუშა რომელიც აწეული ჰქონდათ ცუდად იყო დამაგრებული, მოსწყდა და მაღალის სიჩქარით ტროტუარისკენ გაეშურა. ამ დროს კონსტრუქციის ქვეშ მივდიოდი ყურადღება არც მიმიქცევია და სამწუხაროდ თავში დამეცა. ასე დავასრულე ჩემი მოღვაწეობა დედამიწაზე ცხრამეტი წლის ასაკში. ვერაფერი ვიგრძენი წამიერად მოხდა ყვლეაფერი. ჩემი აწ უკვე უმოქმედი ტვინის ნაწილები გაიშალა ტროტუარზე და თბილისის მტვერს შეერია სისხლთან ერთად. ამ სანახაობამ გააჩერა მოძრაობა რუსთაველის მეტროს წინ პატარა ბავშვის ცნობისმოყვარეობით დასჩერებოდნენ ჩემს ჯერ კიდევ თბილს სხეულს. რამოდენიმე წუთს შემდეგ ვიღაცამ მოიფიქრა გამოეძახებინა პოლიცია. ეს მაშინ მოხდა როდესაც ხალხი დაიძრა, დიდი სანახაობის დადგმა ვერ მოვახერხე და თან რამდენი ხანი უნდა უყურო უთავო სხეულს მითუმეტეს ჩაცმულს. სისხლი კი მდიოდა ტიროდა ჩემი სხეული თავის დაკაგვაც ჩიოდა ბგერის ამოშვება უნდოდა მაგრამ ხახაშ გაჭედილი შუშა აჩუმებდა და ამიტომ ჩუმად მოთქვამდა ცხელი ცრემლებით რომელნიც ცივ ჰაერთან შეხებისას ნაზ ორთქლს უშვებდნენ. პოლიციის მოსვლასთან ერთად მალე მილაგდა ყველაფერი და მიუხედავად იმისა რომ კრემაცია მინდოდა რაც არაერთხელ მითქვამს ჩემი ოჯახის წევრებისთვის მუხის განსასვენებელი შემიკრეს და სადღაც დამფლეს. წითელი კუბოკრული პალტო არასდროს მინახავს და არც ვიცი ნიკოლოზი მოევლინა თუ არა მსოფლიოს. სავარაუდოდ არა და სავარაუდოდ წითელმა კუბოკრულმა პალტომაც რომელიმე სხვა დებილს დაუკავშირა თავისი ცხოვრება.