I cannot stay in it anymore. What has happened has to stay here, within this city. I really did not want to admit it. Circumstances are higher than I am, people are higher than I am, and God is higher than I am. I hope in a short time, I will forget this as a terrible and bloody dream.
I knew that this city has its secret, its terrible history of strange people. Many scientists could not understand what the problem and the phenomenon were of this city. I also got carried away with materials and archives about the city a few years ago, and here I am. But do I need to be here?
Now, when I write this diary of memoirs, I trembling remember the moment when I first wanted to fly to that city.
"Who am I? why am I here?" - I woke up from these words in a cold sweat. I slept only one night here, but I had a terrible dream. there are so many people`s heads around me that I got sick. But the worst thing was that they were all the same. I wanted to catch the features, but I could not.
I stopped at a hotel in the center, opposite the church. The weather was wonderful, the sun was flooding the whole room. I needed to start an investigation. For a start I'll go to church. I did not want to eat: the bitter taste of vomiting remained in my mouth.
The church was locked. I walked away from the door and suddenly came out the tall man. He had long golden hair and deep green eyes. His smooth movements reminded me of the waving of branches of trees. I walked away from the church and walked along the road. For the meeting I was accompanied by two young girls, brunettes, slender and tall. The hair was long black, like pitch, wrapped around their young bodies, like a light dress. They held me interested in a scent, smiled a charming smile and disappeared behind the church.
The wind brought the smell of burning. My eyes filled with it.
I went through the houses and went to the main square. To my surprise, there was no limit. Young girls and guys, the beauty of who fascinated me surrounded me. They were so young and beautiful! they engaged in various activities: someone quietly talked, someone read, someone listened to music, someone danced.
I felt terrible, and a small tremor swept over my body. I wanted to take it back, something was wrong here. All this picture was not natural, behind all this joy and beauty the JEW was hidden. I quietly backed away and went to the hotel. I could no longer be in the city.
The next morning I got up early and went outside the city, maybe there is a clue to the strange events that I had seen yesterday. I went to a nearby town to find answers to all the disturbing questions. I knew that there lived an old woman, who often appeared in newspaper material, as a long-liver of this city. What she told me, shocked me.
She's the only surviving old man from that sinister town! she escaped and moved to live in a nearby town. In this city from, which she escaped, is the cult of youth. People scary for 40 years do not live here. They are killed. Only young people can live, only youth is worthy of life, only beauty and health, and not old age and disease. Here everyone is afraid of old age. Here there is no life for the old. While you are young and beautiful, you can put on life, do whatever you want, but with the onset of old, you are killed. Do not scare people with your old age! Old people burn.
Every person is afraid of old age, and then death. But this is a natural process of life that science can not change this. Be reconciled and live freely, while there is time!
I will leave this damned city, but I will never (never) be able to leave myself and my old age. Now I will write the most strange and insane words, that ever sounded: I'm so glad that I can grow old and die peacefully!
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