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- They don't live together.
- How long?
- Already fifteen years. Mom has a new family. She works as a seller in a shopping center. Live in the suburbs. And dad ... dad at McLean's hospital.
Lewis even stopped in surprise.
- How? At the McLean Hospital? That same?
“There is no other,” Florence smiled sadly.
“But ... but how? ... LSD, probably?” - suddenly dawned on Lewis.
She nodded.
- He never broke up with him ...
- He even learned to do it, can you imagine? Said Florence. - Dad always said that LSD is not dangerous because it is not addictive. That's why he thought Albert Hoffman was a genius. He also said that LSD is the best way to relax and learn about the world. This world, not the picture that surrounds us. He believed that you can achieve this knowledge and not go crazy. And cited the example of Ray Manzarek. The very same, from “Dorz.” They say that a person never hides that he takes LSD - and writes music, is engaged in creative work. And the health does not complain. We fought with him in every way - with persuasion and threats. But he only laughed and said that he could not see the “bad trips” because he was kind. You know, after all, he really was good - always. Non-aggressive. I was never afraid of him - even when he was high. If, then, they realized they would have forced him to undergo a course of treatment - maybe everything would be wrong ...
“Well, now talk about this,” Lewis said softly. “You would do nothing against his will.” I knew your father well — he didn’t really follow someone’s advice. Yes, we were all like that then. Yes, poor Stu ... to be taken ...
“Then he got nervous breakdowns,” Florence continued. - That's when Mom left him. She took me and rented a separate apartment in Greenwich Village. We still saw each other, but not often. He changed jobs, apartments, somehow he found us, or we - him ... I don’t know why his mother didn’t put him in the hospital - maybe because she arranged her life, and I studied. Not before it was. And about five years ago he almost killed himself. That's when mom put him in the hospital.
- We ought to go to him someday.
- Do not. He will not recognize you. The last time I was there six months ago. He did not recognize me.
- Is he getting better?
- Doctors say that the condition is stable. It's just that all - the consequences of a multi-year "trip."
Lewis sighed. They walked the rest of the way in silence, thinking the same thing. When they arrived, Stewart was already sitting on the porch and smoking while looking at the road.
- Will you come to us? - asked Lewis near the house.
“No, I'm sorry,” Florence answered. - I'm better at the hotel. Rest a bit out of the way. I will take a shower.
“You didn't even let her rest, did you forget?” - Stewart intervened.
It was true. When Stewart, after the first minutes of joy and emotion from returning, told his father about the accidental meeting on the bus, he became so agitated that he made Stewart go to the hotel immediately and not return without Florence. Stewart barely managed to change his clothes - my father was so impatient to see the daughter of an old friend whom he had not known for so long.
- Well, come to a festive dinner? - Lewis did not retreat - There will be a turkey, as at Thanksgiving. I'll think of something else. At seven o'clock in the evening everything will be ready.
“Wow,” Florence smiled. - Well, the turkey, I think, I will come. Who would refuse such a thing?
“You would have slaughtered a calf in honor of my return,” said Stuart. - Dad, well, why is this all, eh?
“I want a holiday,” Lewis said stubbornly. - And I have for him already two reasons. So, please, do not need all this - "why, why ...". And: son, be nice, put on a uniform for dinner.
“Oh, no,” said Stewart, and stood up, throwing out his butt. - I haven't been out of shape for four years. Let me at least at home not be a soldier of the valiant American army.
- Are you not proud of your form and title? - Lewis wondered looked at his son.
Stuart snorted.
- Well, where did this pathos come from in you, eh? You haven't been like this before, dad. How can you not understand that I'm just tired of all this form, rank and other crap I live in the last time? Let me rest, oh "Kay? That's all, I'm in the house. Florence, I'm sorry I'm not seeing you off - I'll see you tonight. I'll come to you at seven. And about tomorrow we'll talk over dinner.
The door slammed sharply before someone could say something in return.
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An hour later - also.
On the human field that entered its natural boundaries, excitement began to vibrate. Born at its various ends and elusive at first, it, as if obeying the force of attraction, flowed down to the middle, from which, having absorbed all the vibrations born of expectation and perplexity, inevitably rolled towards the newly built scene. The front ranks flowed with their feelings and emotions into this cloud, and soon over Woodstock ...
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10!!!
Great, but not enough. On all it is clear that the story continues, but Sergei shalavil. Put an unfinished piece)))
Well, okay, we are happy to swallow it. Of course, no one thought that this would turn out with their past. With the legendary Woodstock. But expected. Human memory is proud not for centuries or even decades. It is barely enough for a generation. and this is not only theirs, but ours too. Wars are forgotten, and even a musical concert is even so ambitious, all the more.
I remember the phrase one of the Beatles. I do not remember who said, for the life of me: “Someday they will forget God, the Beatles will never forget!” For the then generation, it was so. For the present ... Ask who is Paul McCartney or John Lennon, not everyone will answer.)))
Interesting story. The child of Woodstock did not soak in that divine music and did not become a musician, but went into the army. Well, I will expect to continue ...
P. S. The word “negros” jarred a bit, like at the time they were called “African Americans, blacks”?)))
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Yur, hello :). Thanks for the enthusiastic comment, glad I liked the sequel. It is not "unfinished", today it is - until all that is written. Yesterday I added the second chapter and immediately put it on the CT - I wanted to make such a New Year's gift to you all))). And when I appear here, I don’t know: I work until the 31st. Continuation, of course, will be, but after the holidays.
Thanks for the blacks, a special one :), I somehow missed this moment. Of course, I admit that in private conversations they could still be called that, in spite of political correctness, but I think - maybe it’s better to change it to “dark-skinned”. It seems that the subjective assessment is preserved, and the time requirement is observed))) ... In general, the work is underway;).
And about the past ... Believe me, I myself was extremely surprised to learn the continuation of the story of Max Yasgur and his field. I'll even tell you more: in 2006 or 2007, this very Allan Jerry built an entertainment center on that field. And the house of Yasgur and the land near it were eventually put up for sale for $ 8 million. Since 1995, the Woodstock Foundation has fought with the magnate for the right to turn this field into something like a sanctuary for rock music fans, but so far it seems to be unsuccessful. In general, the dollar triumphs ... Such are the sad things.
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I will wait for the continuation ...)))
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Seryozh, thanks. And the interest increases, you are an intriguer in general. He kindled curiosity ... and ran away. When to wait for the continuation now?
Honestly tell me about the children of heroes, for some reason it is even more interesting to read ... And yet, I'm a girl, I can't help but wonder, is the love line planned between Stuart and Florence?
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Marin, thank you very much. I am glad that the interest remains and does not even weaken. It flatters me very much - as an author. Especially to hear such from such an extraordinary author, as you. I will try to keep at a given level.
It is more interesting to read about children, perhaps because it is already our time, close and understandable to us. But, on the other hand, it seems to me that without prehistory, without the first part, there would have been no such interest in them. Still, this is not only the history of specific people, but also the history of a generation, the history of ideas ...
But on your question about the love line - I'm sorry, I will not answer :))). I can only say what I said on the forum: then everything will be more unexpected and unexpected ...But the question you asked is very correct;).
In general, intrigue in the plot is “our everything” :).
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Villain, could even whisper in his ear.
In general, Sergey, you have a really high-quality literary work.
Waiting for the continuation.
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Thank you very much, Marin, for such a compliment ... I will try not to fail :).
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And I do not want to continue. Here is one half of this story as an afterword and that's it.
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I seem to understand why you do not want to continue :). But still it will be. Otherwise, the story will not look like it formed in my head.
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Yeah, so that's where you hid it))))
I read, but not today;)
And do not wait for advances from me - I will burn with napalm))))))
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How is the Vietnamese village from a helicopter? :) By the way, I had no doubt that you would find it;). Therefore, probably, I did not hide it after all)))). And he simply showed to the grateful public an almost fair version;).
Well, read it when it turns out - this is the case, familiar to everyone :).
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No, as a true non-commentator - I uncomment in full)))))))))
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Sergei!
Finally, I got to you) Commendable! Very commendable! You, dear author, ten in the first half of the year))) Let's continue delighting us with "tasty" and clever stories. Happy New Year!
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Thank you very much, Nefertiti. I am really very pleased that I manage to keep myself at the level and please with such creative work such extraordinary authors and discerning readers like you. I also cordially congratulate you on the New Year and wish you inspiration, creative flight, health, good luck in everything and the world to you and your loved ones.
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