Book: Erofeev Victor “God H. Victor Erofeev - The Last Judgment

Blessed someone with something. People's Who has L. everything is going well in some area, area of life. DP, 36. God [in, on] help (help)! to whom. Razg. Obsolete; Bashk., Psk. Greetings to those working, wishes for success in work. FSRY, 39; SRGB 1, 47,… … Large dictionary of Russian sayings

- [bokh], god, plural. gods, ov, sound God, husband. 1. In religion: the supreme omnipotent being who rules the world or (in polytheism) one of such beings. Faith in God. Pagan gods. B. war (among the ancient Romans: Mars). Offer prayers to god(s).… … Ozhegov's Explanatory Dictionary

Husband. Creator, Creator, Almighty, Most High, Almighty, Eternal, Existing, This One, Lord; Eternal Being, Creator of the universe. Glory to God, thanks to God, an exclamation of gratitude in response to a question about health. God knows, God knows... Dahl's Explanatory Dictionary

Noun, m., used. compare often Morphology: (no) whom? God, to whom? God, (see) who? God, by whom? God, about whom? about God; pl. Who? gods, (no) who? gods, who? gods, (see) who? gods, by whom? gods, about whom? about the gods 1. The Creator is called God,... ... Dmitriev's Explanatory Dictionary

- “It is very difficult and perhaps impossible to give a definition of the word “God” that would include all the meanings of this word and its equivalents in other languages. Even if we define God in the most general way as “superhuman or... Philosophical Encyclopedia

- [boh], ah, call. God; pl. gods, gods; m. 1. [with a capital letter] only units. According to religious beliefs: the creator of heaven and earth, of all things; the omniscient supreme mind that rules the world; universal world principle (has many names: Creator, ... ... encyclopedic Dictionary

If God is for you, who can be against you? Apostle Paul Epistle to the Romans, 8, 31 There is a God, but I don’t believe in him. Osip Brik It is impossible to believe in God, not to believe in him is absurd. Voltaire Many believe in God, but few believe in God. Martti Larni... ... Consolidated encyclopedia of aphorisms

Allah, Jehovah, Hosts, Heaven, Almighty, Almighty, Lord, Eternal, Creator, Creator. (Zeus, Jupiter, Neptune, Apollo, Mercury, etc.) (female goddess); deity, celestial being. See idol, favorite... deceased in God, send a prayer to God,... ... Synonym dictionary

- [bokh], god, husband. According to religious beliefs, a supreme being who supposedly stands above the world or controls it. The idea of God is used by the ruling classes as a weapon of oppression of the working masses. “God is (historically and everyday) first of all... ... Ushakov's Explanatory Dictionary

God- God knows (sometimes pronounced boznat, the devil knows in the same meaning) or (obsolete) god knows, with the pronoun. and pronominal adverbs. God knows who, what, which, where, etc. 1) it is unknown who, what, which, where, etc. God knows in him... ... Phraseological Dictionary of the Russian Language

In recent times, the trend of pronouncing the word “God” with a “k” sound at the end is increasing day by day. You hear both ministers and ordinary members of the church pronounce it and ask the question: Is this legal or not? Should we pronounce this most precious and highest word in the world with a “k” or should there still be a dull “x” sound at the end? Or maybe it's not that important?

We are God's messengers to this world to proclaim His Word with zeal and great power. This is our advantage - to fulfill Christ’s commission: “Go into all the world...”. Carrying the message of the Gospel, distributing the Hidden Treasure newspapers for the same purpose, one inevitably has to talk with people. In fulfilling this mission, we should think: “At what level should my speech be, as a representative of God to this world in proclaiming the Eternal Gospel? How will people perceive my words if they are pronounced illiterately? What will we answer if we are finally asked: “Why do you pronounce the word “GOD” this way? Are we really going to be justified by the fact that many people say so, and our authoritative brothers at that”?!

So how do we still pronounce: “GOD [k] or GOD [x]?

Everything has its own standard. We are not the inventors of the language, and it is not for us to dictate the norms of spelling (correct writing) and orthoepy (correct speech) of the Russian language. It is not the Bible that creates the language, but it is translated into Russian. There is a standard of liter, meter, kilogram. If someone argues that the meter is an outstretched arm only on the basis that his grandfather, respected by everyone, taught him this, this does not mean that this is true. My arm may be shorter or longer than my grandfather's, and this is not a standard.

Is there a standard for how to correctly pronounce the word “God”? Of course have. If you approach the pronunciation of this word without first checking it in dictionaries, then, as a general rule, it seems correct to pronounce it with the sound “k” at the end, since according to the rules of the Russian language, final voiced consonants are deafened. For example: Oak[p], tooth[p], haystack[k], prologue[k]. Perhaps this general rule encourages many to pronounce “God[k].”

But in the Russian language, as in many other languages, there are words that go beyond the general rule; they pass as exception words, for example, we do not write the word “parachute” with “y” according to the general rule, because it word is an exception. Just as the word “parachute” is an exception in spelling, so the word “God[x] is an exception in spelling.

Let's start with Ozhegov's most famous dictionary. I quote verbatim:
GOD [boh], -ga [g and obsolete. h]

What's going out of date here? What's the pronunciation? In the genitive case there is already a variant (God or the obsolete version of Boh), and in the nominative case it will sound correctly: GOD[x].

But you will say: “Yes, Ozhegov wrote a long time ago, and now everything has changed in the norms of Russian pronunciation.”

Okay, let's turn to a more recent dictionary.
In front of me is an orthoepic dictionary of the Russian language, produced in 1987.

I write it down verbatim:

God, -a, plural Gods, gods. God[x]! not right. side]

In the same dictionary at the back there are rules and some examples.
From page 669, article “Quality of individual consonants”, I quote:

The sound [g] is long, formed in the same way as [x], but with a voice, in the Russian literary language it is used only in some interjections and individual borrowed words. This sound is designated below [h]: .

The sound [h] can be pronounced in the interjectional use of the word lord (), as well as in some words of church-book origin - in the indirect cases of the word god, in the words good, rich and derivatives from them: [bohu], [bohaty], etc. However, the pronunciation of these words with the sound [h] is falling out of use, giving way to the sound [g]: [god], [rich]. In the nominative case of the word god, it is recommended to pronounce the sound [x]: [bokh] (end of quote).

The rules are the same here: in the words “To God, rich,” the sound [h] goes into archaism, while interjections, such as “aha, gop” and the word “God” in the nominative case, remain in the variant pronounced through [h] . But maybe this dictionary is already outdated?

Here is the “Dictionary of Difficulties of Russian Pronunciation” Moscow publishing house “Russian Language”. 2001
God Bo[x] God... Bo[g]a!is wrong. Side]
god bo [k] Pagan, including ancient, deity (end of quote).

As we see, the same norm is in pronouncing the word God, it is pronounced God[h], while by pronouncing god[k] we actually call on the pagan god. But God will forgive us if we did not know this.

I could quote many more dictionaries of the Russian language, but there is no need to repeat myself. Anyone interested in correct, literate speech in the Russian language will double-check all the reference sources themselves.

Let us, brothers and sisters, break out of the shackles of the last century, when we were not allowed to receive higher education, and we did not carry the message of the Gospel at the highest cultural and educational level. 21st century, the century of computerization and high literacy. We have come out of hiding, and our message today sounds not only to the illiterate, but also to the great of this world. So, let us, at the highest level, not forgetting that the power of the Holy Spirit comes first, bring the Eternal Gospel with power and Spirit to the Russian-speaking population in a literate, pure Russian language.

Alexander Serkov

Viktor Vladimirovich Erofeev

Last Judgment. Five rivers of life. God X

(Collection)

Last Judgment

We lived gloriously, like complete pigs. Mahalo censer. The beautiful Easter eggs have short worms. I felt like giving up. At night, black hydrogen sulfide water sobbed as a tortured woman, beckoning and frightening, who, braided, bearded, emaciated, incorruptible, unkempt, pitiful earrings, with their lowered ones, listened. Torn wipes, wreaths, circles And, until the morning, and again until the evening, under the table in the kitchen, by heart, to the point of stupor, with a star on their cheek, cheeky, purple, insolent, worn out under the armpits, how many of them? countless, long and cropped, dyed, undyed, straight, squeaking, suspicious, questioning.

And this greasy Moscow dust on the windowsills, coffee grounds sliding into the sink, and poplar fluff on the floor all year round. He got lost in tumbleweeds, was set on fire, and sometimes used like cotton wool. The milky way of cigarette butts (we never looked into the back rooms) decomposed into meat and sausage, flowers, fish, strange pates, tomatoes, broken glasses in a garbage can. The nimble mice willingly died at the touch of a broom. Our walls are blindingly blue. The parquet floors were uplifted and the wreckage of Manhattan lay scattered. When the clog was transferred to the restroom, posters, objects, products surfaced, such as: a long dead cat, killed by someone unknown and when. We stood over her. We caught her. What was your name, baby? We didn't even know what to do. We. She is not completely rotten yet (although almost with her head torn off, grinning like an actor): to enter into a love relationship? sleep - right? - what about a talisman? crucify? bury? revive? sing? It seemed to us, light-winged, that the future of the cat, not littered with the past, belonged to us. We began to fry it in vegetable oil, which was a new thing then, throwing cast iron irons into the frying pan, ready for the feat, deep in thought.

That you can’t clean it up, that it will only get worse, that you have to wait, everything will clear up by itself. The autumn sun was setting through the unwashed windows when Irma entered, an absurd bundle of obligation, picking up a vacuum cleaner. He made his amazing discovery, which is now compared to Newton, Copernicus - no! - people went crazy - he hated vacuuming - I don’t like the sound - he said - but vigilance has not yet left the Russian conscience - in Ukraine, too, not everyone is in favor - he gave, I agree, a reason for this, one might say, before my eyes - he changed the system of positives in its entirety - in any case, the door to the bathroom was not locked - he did not like to lock himself - this habit infuriated me - you open the door - there he is - you apologize - you open it - he again - again - ad infinitum - about that , that his discovery could be made public in our homeland during our lifetime, there was no talk - but I would like to understand the morphology rather than the circumstances - I involuntarily get confused, accepting the significance of the detail - he had a trait inherent in many Russian intellectuals - he was disgustingly unclean and disgusting to the point of madness - it cost him nothing to maim or even kill a person and fall asleep in the sleep of the righteous - sleep until noon, until two, until three - wander around in a dressing gown - he could grab a frying pan from the sink, splattered with scrambled eggs - and kill without much malice - he did not do this - as far as I know - there was shameless cowardice in him, a product of natural under-embodiment- on the one hand, he didn’t want anything - he didn’t want it - on the other hand, he wanted everything - take it out and put it down! - and it’s not that he became famous and arrogant - I look at it as some degeneration humanity - Humanite- in his mocking words - with a wink and a twitch of his cheek - plump sensual mouth - no - rather vicious, according to the decisive definition of his own mother - sometimes it seems to me: somehow in a drunken stupor I gave him an idea - being lazy to formulate - a hangover, like a young lady, is prone to forgetfulness - but I also did not lose my vigilance - we were separated in different corners - there was second - when - he was then under the shower - in rubber boots - out of disgust - Zhukov! - I didn’t go - Zhukov!!! - I stuck my head in - well? - Look, What I found! - I looked into the rusty soap bath - what happened to the usual configuration? - what? - at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries, a general softening of matter began - I wanted to tell him: - this is me, you fool, a week ago - in a drunken stupor - remember? - but instead, without realizing the consequences - without foreseeing them - when he told me, I cackled - he also neighed after me - naked - in boots - under the shower - with a swollen dick - with fried balls - which I loved so much Sarah - she apparently knew a lot about eggs - there was a frenzy of revelation in his brown eyes - such incomprehensible eyes - his hairy nostrils flared - the dilution of his personality humiliated his mind - he was shaking with laughter - analysis revealed the connection - he slapped his thighs - he jumped up and down - The Age of Pussy! - he announced - I swallowed convulsively - Zhukov! my angel! - The Age of Pussy! - he tore the shaky shower stand out of the tiled wall - sharply directed the stream - I choked - coughed - the stream knocked me off my feet - I hit my head on the toilet - bruised my tailbone - a heavy bottle of cologne broke on the floor - I felt both painful and funny - stop ! - in response, he turned the hot water tap to the limit - he doused me with boiling water - I howled - twitched - my trousers stuck to my legs with a burning sensation - I protected my eyes with my palms - he poured - I crawled on my knees into the corner of the bathroom - over the fragments of the bottle - ripped open my elbow - blood began to flow - I raised my hairy, scalded hands - The Age of Pussy - I cowardly admitted that he was right - in the thick fog of the bath - in the cologne fumes - he licked his lips with satisfaction and turned off the water - a towel! - he demanded - a definition has been found for the 20th century.

What is the Universal Flood? - a cataclysm of global significance, when all living things perish or only a minimum of it is preserved - a minimum, Zhukov! - I looked at him coolly - after all these years he has changed - success and the West taught him gentle authority - the minimum necessary subsequently for the revival of life on Earth - here is the basic scheme: - God sends a flood on people as punishment for bad behavior, breaking taboos , killing animals, etc. or for no particular reason“The latter is especially tempting,” Sisin laughed. “Would you like a drink?” - I tensed - this is how a Russian doesn’t ask a Russian - wrong intonations - I won’t refuse - I pursed my lips slightly - some people - usually the righteous - informed in advance about the flood - take measures to save: - build a ship (ark, raft, boat, airplane ) or take refuge from danger on a mountain, a tall tree, on a floating island, on a turtle shell, on a crab, in a large pumpkin or in a coconut shell - the downpour leading to the flood continues for a sacredly marked period of time - seven days - forty - six months - in some cases, like among the Toba Indians, the flood is explained by the violation of the menstrual taboo - how do you like it? - Eat nuts! - slipped me some nuts - I didn’t touch them - I don’t need, let’s say, a pickled cucumber, but also nuts I don’t need - we lived together for a year and a half, and I could never understand how he treats me - most likely he simultaneously loved and was indifferent to me to infinity - or even despised me - he was like that with everyone - under-embodied - hence tempting - certain death for the women - the woman rented out an apartment to us for literally pennies - when he told me the amount, I went wide-eyed, didn’t believe it - he warned me not to tell - I, of course, remained silent, not in my interests - he immediately told everyone - as if he was bragging - he boasted to his own detriment - always to his detriment - but it turned out to be beneficial - it was easy with him to live - the ease seemed suspicious to me - I was finishing hard - it didn’t pass him by - but still - something prevented me from spitting - leaving - he didn’t have that prosperous belly yet - California tans - he hadn’t eaten enough in the West yet - and this discovery became firmly established for him personally - I did not become a co-author - it floated further and further from me - he also moved away - but not immediately - in contact with him there was always a moment of deepest uncertainty - I wanted to delve into it - I painfully wanted to understand - I wanted even more debunk it, ban it, cancel it - sometimes the flood is sent by creatures of the underworld - Sisin looked at me over his narrow glasses - he began to put on reading glasses - of course, narrow ones, so that it would be clear to everyone that they were only for reading - he began to cut his hair shorter and more often - he was reaching the age when a short haircut makes you look younger - unmistakably revealing his age - he was sitting at the table in the country in a dark gray Scottish sweater - I was unexpectedly invited - I did not immediately agree to come - among the Araucanians the flood was the result of a rivalry and duel between monstrous snakes , demonstrating her strength, make the waters rise - a rainbow is a guarantee that the flood will not happen again - a family diamond in the left nostril - mineral bubbles burst on her calves - mating with the world, she danced - in a round hot bath - at dusk - Sisin himself under the lamps in the eucalyptus trees - mountains, a densely starry sky, an ocean with whales - whales with fountains - and their entire vegetarian table, turning into a healthy chair, and her entire past life, packed into the escape to the Far West of a Munich terrorist who became a local massage star - he forced himself enjoy - forced - he stuffed himself with her body - already touched by ocean salt and age - shook his head - raised his thumb - so as not to offend her - to look normal - he endured rather than participated - vision doubled - could not see either her or her crotch - relax your neck - she said - tried to help him with her fingers - he tried - he tried - not mine! - the Russian seminar ended to the sound of tom-toms - Sisina took a ride to San Francisco, the author of an essay about life without a goal, who married a Connecticut money bag for love - Kevin believed in the market as a regulator of world despair - we set off after lunch - slowly - there were bridges - familiar to every American from childhood postcards - and the rocks? - beaches stretched - bells, buddhas, lemons - I wanted to stay there - it smelled like lemon - no TV house - I slept like in childhood - bottomlessly, aimlessly - Kevin smiled at his favorite word - I didn’t recognize myself - in the morning, while shaving, I saved a fly that had gotten into sink - carefully spread its wings - embarrassed by what I had done, I sent it out the window with a click - it smelled like wood heated in the sun - I played volleyball with naked people and stopped finding anything strange in it - I began to name a flock of Hollywood actresses swimming in the pool over the ocean sisters- just in case, I said that I was from Russia - they didn’t care - well, it seems passed, I thought - and, continuing to shave, I was touched - I became friends with the director of a beautiful almshouse - we took walks with him up the bed of a stream - I chatteringly disappeared into nature - under the canopy of a redwood tree - waving my arms - the director screamed - he grabbed my elbow painfully - I almost fell off a cliff - he was a man of few words - I asked to take me to work as a gardener - and just as a lawn mower - I wanted to walk barefoot behind the mower - like that guy with a gray pigtail - to breathe in the smell of cut grass - please, I said, take it me as a dishwasher - I’ll think about it - the director answered - leaving the restaurant, we discovered a velvet night - we got into the car and drove on - Kevin took out some weed from his pocket - well, that’s not simple almshouse - he said - it’s not for nothing that there are layoffs and reshuffling there - I want to mow the lawns - Sisin said firmly - Kevin winced at the Russian suggestiveness - and yet - to the subject of the seminar - how to reconcile the American locomotive with the Russian God? - in response, Sisin fidgeted impatiently and mysteriously - the marijuana did not take him away - it only tore his throat - but he, out of Russian politeness, did not refuse - we got stuck in a traffic jam - blue and red turntables howled somewhere ahead - Kevin shook out the ashtray - what are you doing? - they're busting - Kevin took out a small spray, sprayed it in his mouth - spray - Sisin sprayed - apparently they don't do drug busts in California - but who knows? - they were approaching the police cars - it seemed that someone had turned over - they looked at the side of the road, at the wheels hanging in the cool night air - I’m telling you, they don’t do drug busts in California - Kevin said - Sisin lit a regular cigarette - it happened before- he said displeasedly - take me back to the almshouse - pardon me? - out of harm's way - Sisin added - Kevin patted him on the knee soothingly.

And this greasy Moscow dust on the windowsills, coffee grounds sliding into the sink, and poplar fluff on the floor all year round. He got lost in tumbleweeds, was set on fire, and sometimes used like cotton wool. The milky way of cigarette butts (we never looked into the back rooms) decomposed into meat and sausage, flowers, fish, strange pates, tomatoes, broken glasses in a garbage can. The nimble mice willingly died at the touch of a broom. Our walls are blindingly blue. The parquet floors were uplifted and the wreckage of Manhattan lay scattered. When the clog was transferred to the restroom, posters, objects, products surfaced, such as: a long dead cat, killed by someone unknown and when. We stood over her. We caught her. What was your name, baby? We didn't even know what to do. We. She is not completely rotten yet (although almost with her head torn off, grinning like an actor): to enter into a love relationship? sleep - right? – what about a talisman? crucify? bury? revive? sing? It seemed to us, light-winged, that the future of the cat, not littered with the past, belonged to us. We began to fry it in vegetable oil, which was a new thing then, throwing cast iron irons into the frying pan, ready for the feat, deep in thought.

That you can’t clean it up, that it will only get worse, that you have to wait, everything will clear up by itself. The autumn sun was setting through the unwashed windows when Irma entered, an absurd bundle of obligation, picking up a vacuum cleaner. He made his amazing discovery, which is now compared to Newton, Copernicus - no! - people went crazy - he hated vacuuming - I don’t like the sound - he said - but vigilance has not yet left the Russian conscience - in Ukraine, too, not everyone is in favor - he gave, I agree, a reason for this, one might say, before my eyes - he changed the system of positives in its entirety - in any case, the door to the bathroom was not locked - he did not like to lock himself - this habit infuriated me - you open the door - there he is - you apologize - you open it - he again - again - ad infinitum - about that , that his discovery could be made public in our homeland during our lifetime, there was no talk - but I would like to understand the morphology rather than the circumstances - I involuntarily get confused, accepting the significance of the detail - he had a trait inherent in many Russian intellectuals - he was disgustingly unclean and insanely disgusted - it cost him nothing to maim or even kill a person and fall asleep in the sleep of a righteous person - sleep until noon, until two, until three - loiter in a dressing gown - he could grab a frying pan from the sink, splattered with scrambled eggs - and kill without much malice - he did not do this - as far as I know - there was shameless cowardice in him, a product of natural under-embodiment- on the one hand, he didn’t want anything - he didn’t want it - on the other hand, he wanted everything - take it out and put it down! - and it’s not that he became famous and arrogant - I look at it as some degeneration humanity - Humanite– in his mocking words – with a wink and a twitch of his cheek – plump sensual mouth - no - rather vicious, according to the decisive definition of his own mother - sometimes it seems to me: it was I who somehow in a drunken stupor gave him an idea - being lazy to formulate - a hangover, like a young lady, is prone to forgetfulness - but I also did not lose my vigilance - we were taken to different corners - there was second - when - he was then in the shower - in rubber boots - out of disgust - Zhukov! – I didn’t go – Zhukov!!! – I stuck my head in – well? - Look, What I found! – I looked into the rusty soap bath – what happened to the usual configuration? - what? - at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries, a general softening of matter began - I wanted to tell him: - this is me, you fool, a week ago - in a drunken stupor - remember? - but instead, without realizing the consequences - without foreseeing them - when he told me, I giggled - he also laughed after me - naked - in boots - under the shower - with a swollen dick - with fried balls - which I loved so much Sarah - she apparently knew a lot about eggs - there was a frenzy of revelation in his brown eyes - such incomprehensible eyes - his hairy nostrils flared - the dilution of his personality humiliated his mind - he was shaking with laughter - analysis revealed the connection - he slapped his thighs - he jumped up and down – The Age of Pussy! - he announced - I swallowed convulsively - Zhukov! my angel! – The Age of Pussy! - he tore the shaky shower stand out of the tiled wall - sharply directed the stream - I choked - coughed - the stream knocked me off my feet - I hit my head on the toilet - bruised my tailbone - a heavy bottle of cologne broke on the floor - I felt both painful and funny - stop ! - in response, he turned the hot water tap to the limit - he doused me with boiling water - I howled - twitched - my trousers stuck to my legs with a burning sensation - I protected my eyes with my palms - he poured - I crawled on my knees into the corner of the bathroom - over the fragments of the bottle - ripped open my elbow – blood began to flow – I raised my hairy, scalded hands – The Age of Pussy – I cowardly admitted that he was right – in the thick fog of the bath – in the cologne fumes – he licked his lips with satisfaction and turned off the water – a towel! – he demanded – a definition has been found for the 20th century.

What is the Universal Flood? - a cataclysm of global significance, when all living things perish or only a minimum of it is preserved - a minimum, Zhukov! - I looked at him coolly - after all these years he has changed - success and the West taught him gentle command - the minimum necessary subsequently for the revival of life on Earth - here is the basic scheme: - God sends a flood on people as punishment for bad behavior, breaking taboos , killing animals, etc. or for no particular reason“The latter is especially tempting,” Sisin laughed. “Would you like a drink?” – I tensed – so a Russian doesn’t ask a Russian – wrong intonations – I won’t refuse – I pursed my lips slightly – some people – usually the righteous – informed in advance about the flood – take measures to save: – build a ship (ark, raft, boat, airplane ) or take refuge from danger on a mountain, a tall tree, on a floating island, on a turtle shell, on a crab, in a large pumpkin or in a coconut shell - the downpour leading to the flood continues for a sacredly marked period of time - seven days - forty - six months – in some cases, like among the Toba Indians, the flood is explained by the violation of the menstrual taboo – how do you like it? - Eat nuts! - slipped me some nuts - I didn’t touch them - I don’t need, let’s say, a pickled cucumber, but also nuts I don’t need - we lived together for a year and a half, and I could never understand how he treats me - most likely he simultaneously loved and was indifferent to me to infinity - or even despised me - he was like that with everyone - under-embodied - hence tempting - certain death for the women - the woman rented out an apartment to us for literally pennies - when he told me the amount, I went wide-eyed, didn’t believe it - he warned me not to tell - I, of course, remained silent, not in my interests - he immediately told everyone - as if he was bragging - he boasted to his own detriment - always to his detriment - but it turned out to be beneficial - it was easy with him to live - the ease seemed suspicious to me - I was finishing hard - it didn’t pass him by - but still - something prevented me from spitting - leaving - he didn’t have that happy belly yet - California tans - he hadn’t eaten enough in the West yet - and this discovery stuck with him personally - I was not included in the co-authorship - it floated further and further from me - he also moved away - but not immediately - in contact with it there was always a moment of deepest uncertainty - I wanted to delve into it - I painfully wanted to understand - I wanted even more debunk it, ban it, cancel it - sometimes the flood is sent by creatures of the underworld - Sisin looked at me over his narrow glasses - he began to put on reading glasses - of course, narrow ones, so that it would be clear to everyone that they were only for reading - he began to cut his hair shorter and more often - was reaching the age when a short haircut makes one look younger - unmistakably revealing his age - he was sitting at the table in the country in a dark gray Scottish sweater - I was unexpectedly invited - I did not immediately agree to come - among the Araucanians the flood was the result of a rivalry and duel between monstrous snakes , demonstrating their strength, make the waters rise - a rainbow is a guarantee that the flood will not happen again - the family diamond in the left nostril - mineral bubbles burst on the calves - mating with the world, she danced - in a round hot bath - at dusk - Sisin himself under the lamps in the eucalyptus trees - mountains, a densely starry sky, an ocean with whales - whales with fountains - and their entire vegetarian table, turning into a healthy chair, and her entire past life, packed into the escape to the Far West of a Munich terrorist who became a local massage star - he forced himself enjoy - forced - he stuffed himself with her body - already touched by ocean salt and age - shook his head - raised his thumb - so as not to offend her - to look normal - he endured rather than participated - vision doubled - could not see her or her crotch - relax your neck - she said - tried to help him with her fingers - he tried - he tried - not mine! – the Russian seminar ended to the sound of tom-toms – Sisina took a ride to San Francisco, the author of an essay about life without a goal, who married a Connecticut money bag for love – Kevin believed in the market as a regulator of world despair – we set off after lunch – slowly – there were bridges – familiar to every American from childhood postcards - and the rocks? – beaches stretched out – bells, buddhas, lemons – I wanted to stay there – it smelled like lemon – no TV house – I slept like in childhood – bottomlessly, aimlessly – Kevin smiled at his favorite word – I didn’t recognize myself – in the morning, while shaving, I saved a fly that had gotten into sink - carefully spread its wings - embarrassed by what I had done, I sent it out the window with a click - it smelled like wood heated in the sun - I played volleyball with naked people and stopped finding anything strange in it - I began to name a flock of Hollywood actresses swimming in the pool over the ocean sisters– just in case, I said that I was from Russia – they didn’t care – well, it seems passed, I thought - and, continuing to shave, I was touched - I became friends with the director of a beautiful almshouse - we took walks with him up the bed of a stream - I chatteringly disappeared into nature - under the canopy of a redwood tree - waving my arms - the director screamed - he grabbed my elbow painfully - I almost fell off a cliff - he was a man of few words - I asked to take me to work as a gardener - and just as a lawn mower - I wanted to walk barefoot behind the mower - like that guy with a gray pigtail - breathe in the smell of cut grass - please, I said, take it me as a dishwasher - I’ll think about it - the director answered - leaving the restaurant, we found a velvet night - we got into the car and drove on - Kevin took weed out of his pocket - well, that’s not simple almshouse - he said - it’s not for nothing that there are layoffs and reshufflings - I want to mow the lawns - Sisin said firmly - Kevin winced at the Russian suggestiveness - and yet - to the subject of the seminar - how to reconcile the American locomotive with the Russian God? - in response, Sisin fidgeted impatiently and mysteriously - the marijuana did not take him away - it only tore his throat - but he, out of Russian politeness, did not refuse - we got stuck in a traffic jam - blue and red turntables howled somewhere ahead - Kevin shook out the ashtray - what are you doing? – they’re busting – Kevin took out a small spray, sprayed it in his mouth – spray – Sisin sprayed – it seems like they don’t do drug busts in California – but who knows? - they were approaching the police cars - it seemed like someone had turned over - they looked at the side of the road, at the wheels hanging in the cool night air - I’m telling you, they don’t do drug busts in California - Kevin said - Sisin lit a regular cigarette - it happened before- he said displeasedly - take me back to the almshouse - pardon me?