Марина и Сергей Дяченко Ритуал / Marina and Sergey Dyachenko The Ritual: I

The sweet flame holds apart a throat
As if casually dropped cup
Earth escapes.
Arm-Ann

Valery1798 09.08.13 в 17:15

His steps were boomingly given in silence, long rushed about corridors, hitting about walls invisible in the dark.

Valery1798 09.08.13 в 17:23

Then, the sound became more deafly - it felt as face skin almost inaudible musty whiff and quickened the pace.

Valery1798 09.08.13 в 17:25

Walls parted. The light didn't reach it, but the torch burned exactly and brightly. Vaulted ceiling also lost in darkness

Valery1798 09.08.13 в 17:29

He was here an inconceivable number of times. From were again this persuasive feeling of someone's presence, isn't sunk into the earth those, whose names are carved here, on this stone?

Valery1798 09.08.13 в 17:48

The torch snatched out from darkness of the wrong form a column — heavy, stocky. Its surface seemed the covered network of intricate laces.

Valery1798 09.08.13 в 17:50

From where knows a leaf on a tree when to escape from a kidney? When to turn to the light, when to change a colour and to fall under feet of the living? Unless the latest leaf doesn't continue a branch, doesn't continue a trunk, unless the lastes leaflet isn't the messenger of roots which and to see given not to everyone?

Valery1798 09.08.13 в 17:56

He ran his hand over furrowed stone of ancient writing.

Valery1798 09.08.13 в 17:57

"And appealed the powerful Sam-Ar, calling together allies, and his roar was similar to voice of sick sky and his word was bitter, as the poisoned copper. He called his children under the aegis, both nephews, and all relatives carrying fire… And there was great war, also his children, both nephews, and the relatives, proceeding a flame fell under Yucca blows… Sam-Ar looked round and saw terrible Yucca, rising again of the water... And they batteled, and sun closed the face for horror, stars run away, and wind burned, weakened and failed on the earth... Sam-Ar was invincible, and it overcame already, but the Yucca and will exhaust a damnation his name, contrived meanly and overflowed in the loops Sam-Ar and carried away to the abyss, and extinguished his flame, and disarmed him. So powerful Sam-Ar was lost, and you remember, descendants, whose blood feeds you" …

Valery1798 09.08.13 в 18:13

He read hard - here and there the text was used up, showered though many centuries didn't concern it neither the sun, nor a rain, a wind.

Valery1798 09.08.13 в 18:14

It is necessary to decide, he thought wearily. All terms passed. It is necessary to decide, and that has to be made and will come true. "Whose blood feeds you" …

Valery1798 09.08.13 в 18:14

He walked around the squat colum - on the other side of it was carved a picture - a huge, beautifully preserved: sea waves whipped, he disgusting monster installing horror rose from depths, and over it the firedrake curled in the sky.

Valery1798 10.08.13 в 10:22

"Whose blood feeds you"...

Valery1798 10.08.13 в 10:22

It is necessary to decide. It is necessary. It's just a little ritual, burdensome, but absolutely harmless. Only ritual.

Valery1798 10.08.13 в 10:25

He passed through the darkness to another colum same massive and shapeless. He brought a torch, peering into signs, symbols, scraps of texts …

Valery1798 10.08.13 в 10:28

"Days... glorified... devastates... name of Lir-Ir the son of Nur-Ar, the grandson … his prosperity in trade "

Valery1798 10.08.13 в 10:47

Prosperity...

Valery1798 10.08.13 в 10:48

Way back he did strongly, even hastily. Transitions of the castle were known to him from the cradle, as required he could do without a torch — light was necessary for him only to sort the letters cut out on a stone.

Valery1798 10.08.13 в 10:51

In the big and dusty room where the narrow window unwillingly filtered gray light, he extinguished a torch and approached to a big cracked mirror.

Valery1798 10.08.13 в 10:52

It is necessary to decide.

Valery1798 10.08.13 в 10:52

The sweet flower smell appeared from memory depths, darkened in eyes, a hard wave nausea rolled, and only desperate effort of will he managed to cope with himself.

Valery1798 10.08.13 в 10:56

Damned weakness …

Valery1798 10.08.13 в 10:56

He ran a hand over a dim smooth surface, erasing a thick dust layer.

Valery1798 12.08.13 в 14:16

From the murky depths of him looked thin-faced, black-headed man, short, skinny, something depressed and dejected.

Valery1798 14.08.13 в 16:51

It is necessary to decide.

Valery1798 14.08.13 в 16:52

He ran a palm again - the mirror was lit from within. There are patches of light, color spots, appeared the big horse head, then a hoof … Vehicle wheel …

Valery1798 18.08.13 в 12:49