something completely different? This is not the next world! ”He told himself. And he continued to look at the strange living, filled with the current as a slow river on the ground in white fog. He had already abandoned the search for that old man’s husband of the dead God already knows when the old man asked the old woman who was sleeping under hypnosis.

- Tell me, please, Margarita Lvovna what is it? - he told her there in her head and showing on the black in the curves turned inside out branches a strange and terrible forest.

“This is a sweet dream, my dream,” she answered.

- Dream say, and what a dream? If not a secret Margarita Lvovna? - He asked her.

- The sleep of my youth - she answered him - He is constantly with me and sometimes I see him.

- Speak of youth - Yakov Mogilny asked in surprise.

- Yes - the old woman was sleeping again, I saw him and was still young in him.

- Yes, but now what do not go there? - he continued inquiries - Well, the old memory.

- No, and why? - she answered him - I was there several times and now I don’t have a road there - the old woman under hypnosis logically and well and clearly answered all and any questions asked of her.

- Speak Margarita Lvovna there is no road, and why? - asked Jacob.

- He does not let me to himself more - answered the old woman - I am already old.

- Does not let, because it is already old? - insisting her ask, asked Jacob - Who does not let Margarita Lvovna?

- The lover of my youth - answered, he did not even hide, the old woman - My dear handsome Eloim! - she smiled in her sleep and breathed heavily with the old woman's old breasts.

- Who is this Eloim Margarita Lvovna? - more and more interested in questions, the old woman continued to ask Yakov.

- Angel of my love. With the old love, when I was still running through that forest to him young - she seemed to remember those journeys, and her love with that angel, having completely forgotten about her deceased old man - God, what kind of love it was! - continued in a dream old woman - What a wonderful love! Only me and him only in that forest and in that stone

the temple on the stone bed of love! Still this Izigir! - she somehow twitched on a couch lying down, and the old woman's face twisted, as if from

monstrous horror. She was abruptly silent and shook. Her hands twitched in a fit.

- Margarita Lvovna, what's the matter with you ?! - Yakov scored a panic - What is going on ?! - he suddenly immediately saw with his own eyes that terrible black shimmering with glowing red fiery eyes a ghostly shadow that emerged in the memory of the old woman. He quickly emerged from his own hypnotic trance and began to deduce the old woman.

***

When it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, Alexander approached the house, where his headquarters, the studio or the workshop of their otherworldly explorations were located with him, he saw ambulance at the very entrance of their house. He rushed there, anticipating something amiss. Alexander burst into the apartment where Yakov Mogilny was engaged in his next session and saw him sitting with a head in his leather chair. Here was the police. The car, which Alexander did not immediately notice, around the corner of the house.

I had to give Yakov answers to questions about the tragic session of hypnosis, with possible consequences in the near future.

Jacob worried about his work now. He could also now simply be dragged by the authorities and even have a criminal case.

“Our office has probably covered up with Sanya,” Yakov told Alexander, quietly, with bitterness in his eyes, “And all because of this old woman.”

- What happened then? - in a misunderstanding of what is happening asked a workmate Alexander.

- Yes, in essence, some kind of creepy stuff - continued Yakov - The old woman fantasies of past youth and her death. Some other strange visions in her mind. Some kind of strange forest and she said, about what, Eloim. About some Izigir.

- Here is how! - Alexander was surprised. - I heard this name somewhere.

- What? - Yakov looked questioningly at his friend Sanka.

- The first - said Alexander - About the second, I still do not know anything at all.

- But it is not strange, Sanya, that this old woman died - looked at Alexander with a frightened look of Yakov - It is strange that I saw there myself.

- What you see? - Alexander asked him in a half-whisper, so as not to attract the attention of doctors and police here.

“I saw this world itself by some Incubus Eloim,” answered Yakov’s question to him. “I saw a strange, black, clumsy forest in memory of this dead

old women Forest or rather be the world of Elohim. It was a real living world in a lively fog. But strangely, this old woman was directly related to this vision and to who lives there.

At this time a policeman came up and put a blank sheet on the table next to Jacob’s chair. He did not let Yakov speak.

- So gentlemen hussars. The senior lieutenant of the investigative group, Ivantsov, said the police officer, “We will now compile written testimonies of your strange and not very understandable to us comrades policemen otherworldly experiences.

Midday lover

“I knew where to find you this time,” said Umbriel to Milenhirimu, examining him with his female charming, loving eyes.

- How long have you been here? - asked Milehirim Umbriel - entering through the threshold of his apartment, or rather the apartment from the life of the past of his old sick body, and closing the door behind him, said Milenhirim.

- Since last night I have been waiting for you here. My beloved Milenkhiri - replied to Milenhyrim Where did you pick it up? - Umbriel eyes wildly and somehow mysteriously flashed love fire - What a charming!

“I thought you wouldn’t find out,” said Milenhrim specifically to him.

“You tell me this to Umbriel — he laughed and said the Angel to another Angel — I recognize you in any guise of my beloved Milenhirim.”

He sat in a chair, in a shaded room with red to the floor in the fold of falling large curtains, covering this large main room in Milenhirim’s apartment from daylight. Before the arrival of Milenhyrim, Umbriel put this chair in the middle of this large room, probably to produce

the twilight is not an ambiguous impression with its feminine view of Milenhirim.

This is how it is here and in private, he spread blond hair curly long hair over his female young shoulders and was in that

as for her evening dress shortened, what then in that night bar. Milenhirim did not take his now young eyes filled with desires of intimacy from his Paradise lover. He came up and stood in front of Umbriel, and they admired each other for a while.

Milenhirim wanted him. Wanted now and here in this apartment. He wanted this girlish young fluttering flexible body and a girl's breast full of suffering lovemaking. And already imagined how to kiss her. As it inhales the smell of these curly long curls to the thinnest waist of the hair. As Umbriel kisses the voluptuous love of his scarlet lips that suffer only from his Milenhirim. How beautiful these sexy crossed at the bottom of the armchair embrace him in those black high-heeled shoes with a girlish skinny bare legs right up to the buttocks. Umbriel always knew how to seduce and bring Milenhirim to such a state of love.

There have not been any centuries of offense. Life seemed to start anew and everything seemed to be in the past. And if there were not any,

heaped upon him as an angel of duties and other concerns, everything would be all right here and now on Earth.

- Very young - again, as affectionately, interrupting the love dreams of Milenhirim and looking at his new body, said Umbriel - Where did you find him Milenhirim? - Umbriel got up from his chair and went to Milenhyrim. He walked around him, curious ... Read more →