Let me take a place unworthy of worms, because only a place worthy of me, the unworthy. The award of this place, I'll be sure to check out the greatest honor to look in the direction opposite the one where your shadow falls and where the highest winds rush out of your blessed intestine, and, if lucky, ended his days on a heap of filth, eating their own feces, praising your blessed name .
Unworthy servant of the unworthy servant
Okian "
It has already been pressed enter to send a statement of employment, written as a prescribed rule, in the archaic style, but suddenly on his forehead with sweat, my heart fell into three floors below, and fell into a pot soup, which was preparing the concierge. He carefully removed his finger from entera and trying not to breathe, corrected the error.
To think that he could make irreparable and send a petition Greatest with two spaces after the call instead of three! He gently carried her icy heart of the kitchen, unsolder its whiskey as warm a frozen bird.
Not that there was no Okiana work - the work he had just recently had too much to dance on hot coals to get a piece of cake.
Suffocating humiliation of official correspondence and prescribed rules excellently combined optimism as rampant pornography and Puritan morality. Okian sighed and let the next portion of smiling slogans from the Internet to flow in his brain. So, people believed that: "The past - it's a lesson, the future - this time to apply what you learned in the classroom." They discovered that: "Do not let anyone tell you what's inside your head. They were not there, so that they all lie. "And finally realized that" a lot-it's more than enough, and sometimes - many times! "
The latter slogan it completely cut down. Okian presented as three million people while stuck in the eyes of laptops and in unison said, "Wow! This is the depth of ". They do not even bother to click and advertise their own gaping stupidity.
Okian poorly understood, as it skidded to a planet where the dominant race, were the consumers of comic verses.
But what to do - manipulating the crowd was his profession and his bread and butter. His first book began: "manipulate other people's bad conscience. Very, very bad - to make people think and say not as they want. Now consider how to do it. "
With that, he could write the text of eighteenth-level - in employment, he had to descend below the third level and applied at the level feudal flattery, if not primitive, system. We had to feed his wife and buy her cloth. Not because she loved - but because it is expected of him. So, from her point of view, was to do a man - a wife. And she had to change it to young jigits. A husband must learn to kill her. So it was opened in her village. So it should be.
- What you need, my lord bored? - AAPO into the room, put her hands on her hips.
He took AVrgyl in the mountain village, and from life in the city in her Golovenko all mixed up. Going from the primitive communal life, they were in the village when her little girl with big eyes, was just out of his wooden churochka - that's all the toys - to life in the big city, where people went to the horseless carts red tinted bovine bubbles in the windows, was too striking.
Then mating dance lasted forever, women looking for men to old age. middle-aged women (in the village, they would be considered wise grandmothers gray) - sang about love and dancing in the squares, were fluttering silk, befitting only ten brides.
But all the same kind of program was greater than the superficial - Avrgyl could either curse the man, or fight with a man, or go to the ends of the earth for man, but without a man - her husband - she could not.
- Once you have called me, to humiliate and oppress? I will not let you! I am a woman, not a thing! - The words were evil, hissing, but by virtue of education, it could not improve on his voice, and murmured obsequiously, and her eyes radiant with joy asked about the invasion, conquest.
She sat on the couch, resting on the back of the small child-sized legs in silk, with feathers, shoes, and plaintively sang an old song: "Old man, awesome husband! - Flipping through the catalog of some women's semi-transparent stuff. Okian slightly afraid of changing its three primitive attitudes: ecstasy, resignation and despair. Now she was in a state of ecstasy. Apparently the doctor prescribed pills in conjunction with a three-hour yoga again pereschelknuli her something in the brain, and she finally understood everything, everything, everything about this life. It is estimated Okiana this happened about once every two weeks.
It was urgent to get another job and buy an island in the ocean, with palm tree in the middle. And to settle there Avrgyl. Or settle yourself. And stop thinking linearly. He himself taught people - stop thinking linearly. Think of the method of non-exclusion of the third. Then you can never lose. To win, however, are not able to.
Then the phone rang. He grabbed a cell phone, and without waiting for an answer, shouted:
- How many times have I told you - I hate the phone! Do not call me, do you hear - ever! It's an invasion! You nasiluete my brain! You are pulling out of my teeth a piece of my personal time! You nasiluete my flesh! Write letters, send soap, lay Mene, Tekel, Thales on the wall - but not on the phone! Phone - this is hell, a hell, this weapon is the devil! ... What? What are you talking about? - His voice calmed down, relaxed. - Yes. Of course. "
He pressed the red button and looked thoughtfully at his wife: "You're going to hate me - but I think I got this job."
At the same time he has something in the brain lit up and he realized topologically impossible thing - even as the shadow cast by the Greatest, shines brighter than the light from the sun. The shadow of that brighter light. Shadow of a shadow. This must have been to start a new book. And the finish. No loyalty, but of gratitude - thank you for everything, for everything, for the eggs in the fridge for a bearskin before the sofa, with his wife in front of TV for the TV in front of his wife ... and explain how you can Win amb, just protect yourself from loss.
Unbelievable that revelation blew half of his brain cells as a burn out stopper. "Nyyy" - only time he growled, and fell from his hand outstretched toward the couch.