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

Honied flame burst open the gorge
As if by accident cup is dropped
The ground eludes.
Arm-Ann

His steps resonated in the silence rushed through the corridors hitting invisible in the dark walls.

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

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

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?

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

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?

He ran his hand over furrowed stone of ancient writing.

"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" …

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.

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" …

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.

"Whose blood feeds you"...

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

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

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

Prosperity...

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.

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.

It is necessary to decide.

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.

Damned weakness …

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

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

It is necessary to decide.

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 …

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