He came out of nowhere. Creativity, my story. (New!)

Greetings on my blog, reader! So I at home a new story. As before, I propose to read and evaluate my creation in all severity, but preferably with arguments and in fairness! I also want to make one small clarification: some pictures may not fully match the written text. But they are designed to convey the atmosphere that reigned in this one together and at this time, in my opinion, of course. And believe me, they cope with this task with a bang.

Before we start, I would like to express my gratitude to several people, namely: Shanti, without which my story would not be so polished and logical, Mr ZDD, which makes her strict adjustments, without which my writings would be less interesting. Well, comrade Nikirevgela, which supports and tells me how to be in a particular situation, and also constantly commented on my blogs, preventing them from completely knocking. Well, they committed it to the official part, I wish you a pleasant reading!

Very little evil would happen in the world if it were impossible to create evil under the guise of good.
M. Ebner-eshenbach

During the move to the new house, the realtor mentioned that he had previously belonged to the colonel of the US Army, the northerner, and after his death he was idle for a long time, so I got it at such a low price. The house was preserved well, but in the attic there was a bunch of old trash, from which I really wanted to get rid of, but my hands still did not reach. But this damn pandemic and forced quarantine gave me a time of time, and I thoroughly took up this matter.
By the evening of the second day, I was so much swallowed by dust and so coated with the old web that I could no longer be in the attic. The work was completed by sixty percent, so I in satisfaction examined the vacant space, and it was rather big! And then my attention was attracted by a small leather binding book. Going closer, I took it and looked at it fluently. This book turned out to be someone’s diary, and pushing the beginning, I read the following line-“James Cornowell, my beloved husband from a faithful wife”.
Going down from the attic, I took a shower and entered the Internet to learn more about the owner of this diary. Almost immediately, I found what I guessed – James Cornowell – the hero of the Civil War in the United States, the colonel and, apparently, a very secretive person, because I did not know anything more specific about him, just rumors and assumptions. Having turned off the laptop, I decided to study the diary itself. But to my disappointment in it there were only household notes, some children’s drawings and inept pen tests-it seems the old man decided to try himself as a poet. Having read almost to the end and already deciding that I wouldn’t find anything interesting, I suddenly noticed that at some point the colonel’s handwriting changed a lot (maybe he didn’t write it, but I have not met such twitching letters before). I began to read from the place where the letters danced, as if their author had the last stage of Tremor.
“August 27, 1875. Chillikota settlement, Missouri.
I decided to describe here what happened to me with that hell, when I was late for the crew, and I had to walk to the city to buy something for my family, because my daughter will soon begin the new academic year, and my wife hinted that it was time to change furniture in our bedroom. And she also persuaded me to go today, because her mother had to have a birthday soon, and “such dresses can only be bought in the city,” the devil would have bought this old nag. Yes, and I wanted to visit a fair of weapons that passed there and was supposed to curl up in a couple of days. In general, there were a lot of things, but I swear, it would be better if I stayed at home, but how could I know?! Okay, set aside the scatter in the ranks. So, as I already said, I did not have time for the crew, so I had to hobble on my two. The knee ached in the morning, so that his path was unnecessary (about 10 miles), so I took my best friends with me – Winchester and a bottle of whiskey. I did not expect to reach the city today, so I walked slowly and all the time looked around in search of the same hotel that my wife was talking about to me. I myself did not know where this hotel was located, and my wife really couldn’t explain to me, because she stopped there only once or two, “I need to find a small congress from the road and you will see a high building almost immediately, it will be it” – she told me, but the congress was not visible. It remained a little less than an hour before sunset, it was already starting to cold, so I wrapped myself tightly in my coat and already started to pretend how I will sleep in such a cold and what kind of coffin I would need if I picked up the pneumonia of the lungs.

I walked along the road for about half an hour, but I never saw a single hotel or a single congress, but I noticed a single house in three hundred yards from me. I was incredibly delighted with this, drank a couple of sips from a half -empty bottle and hovered to him. I caught up with the house, I looked around. It was clear that he was abandoned: the shutters on the windows were pounded, in some places there were small holes in the roof, and the pipe began to fall apart. There was no fence around the site, there was no gate either. “Well, nothing,” I thought. “It happened and worse”. After drinking a little more whiskey, I looked opposite and saw an old cemetery overgrown with weeds. I was not superstitious, so such a neighborhood did not frighten me. Pushing the door and going inside the house, with an acidic mine I noticed the next traces of how time kills everything that touches. There was mold on the walls, bricks lay in a fireplace in a fireplace, which probably crumbled from that very pipe, terribly stinked of cat’s urine. I hobbled to the second floor, leaning on the cane with force, since the knee ached no worse than a sore tooth, and with little satisfaction I appreciated what I saw – a well -preserved bed, a couple of chairs and another small fireplace, it seems, a whole. Nearby lay half -stroked firewood, but there are enough of them, tea is not winter. I lit a fire, pulled the bed to the fireplace and lay down without undressing. It’s early to get up tomorrow, with dawn I have to hit the road if I want to get to the city of Zvevevetlo. I finished the remnants of alcohol, buried deeper into the coat and immediately fell asleep.

But my dream was not long and calm – I woke up in the middle of the night and simply could not fall asleep, my eyes did not close and all here. I turned for a long time, lay with my eyes open, looking at the ceiling and evaluating the degree of neglect of the house. Finally, when my back finally surpassed from an uncomfortable position, I got up, straightened up to my full height and heard with pleasure a crunch in the back. From relief, I even forgot about pain in a damn knee, if it were wrong. I began to walk around the room back and forth, measuring the room with steps. When I reached the window, I decided to look out of it the surroundings. Yeah … that night the fog was especially, Unnatural thick. He approached literally to the very house. I looked a little more, trying to see at least something, and already decided to return to bed, as at the last moment I saw a small shadow running away from the house. She was visible for only a second or even less, but this was enough for fear to arise in thoughts. Yes, damn it, I admit that the sixty -year -old man became scared at night in such a house, in the middle of a fucking fog! The situation was aggravated by the fact that it was very small Shadow, the shadow of the child ..
I don’t know what the hell then I went to the street, I probably remembered my daughter, Alex, put her in the place of this small shadow and decided to help her. But every good deed does not remain without punishment … When I went to the porch, the fog was still so dense, as if it could be cut. I shouted into the darkness: “Hey, there is someone? Need help?”. No answer. For some time I stood for so and was about to return to the house, as I heard a plaintive voice-“Help …”. Having turned 180 degrees steeply, I clutched my fingers into the porch railing to the joint pain and strained all my vision remnants to make out at least something. After some time I heard this voice again, only on the other side. A chill ran down his back, sticky sweat appeared on his forehead. I began to think about the fact that I am crazy that the drink has finished me, as Jane spoke. But then I again saw the same shadow and could not resist – I ran after her, forgetting about the knee, about my cane, about my gun. I ran, screaming after the elusive shadow, so that she stopped, did not fool around that I could help her and at some point realized that I was lost. Looking around, I realized that I was in the cemetery. It was probably the very cemetery that I saw in the evening, because I could not go far, and there were no other burials nearby, at least I did not see them then.

There were old crypts, tombstones, dilapidated wooden and stone crosses everywhere. A cold mind was slowly returning to me, and with it the pain in the knee and throughout the body, I have not run for a long time, yes … I caught my breath completely convinced of two things. The first is that I have no idea in which part of the cemetery I am and how to go to the house. And the second is that I am an impassable dumbass. No, however, well, what idiot it will run into the head in the middle of the night to run around the cemetery for incomprehensible. It was not enough for some drunkard to see me and thought that the ghoul rebelled from the grave, and so legends, infection were born. With these thoughts, I walked forward, smiling bitterly in my mustache, as I almost flew in a scale on some kind of tombstone. Damn fog so that his dogs are fighting. Out of curiosity, I looked at the name on him, it was necessary to know who blocked my path, it was written there, and I would never forget that – “Sergeant Chris Houlette”. At first I was surprised-that was the name of my best friend, the earth was his fluff, he died in the war, almost lived to the end. You never know the sergeants of the Houlettes? Moreover, my Chris was buried far from here. But then my gaze sank over the years of the sergeant’s life and then I involuntarily gasped-they exactly coincided with those that were carved on the tombstones of my friend. Well, I thought, and this is also possible, you never know … wanting to make sure that this is just a coincidence, I began to examine the nearest tombstones, reading the names on them. “So, who is here with us? Jane Dow, Funny … Rupert Grains, Rosalin Show. No, I don’t know them “. With a sigh of relief, I straightened up and turned my gaze to the last grave in this row. “Owen Crai, Lieutenant”, read the inscription. For a second I felt so bad that I forgot about pain in my whole body. Again the same thing – the name, title and years of life completely coincided. “But this cannot be! The poor fellow covered artillery with fire, there was nothing to bury!”. But then I pulled myself together and said aloud – “Well, maybe it’s just an empty coffin, which you whimper like a girl? The first time or something, I saw this?!”. A little better, but the heart was still naughty. And then suddenly I heard some crunch behind my back.
Having turned sharply, I lost my balance for a few seconds, but managed to grab the nearest tombstone and only thanks to this I did not fall to the ground (damn it, and I get old much faster than I would like). When I straightened up, I saw a person a few steps away from myself.

– What. – I thought, and at the same moment I heard his calm and soothing voice. Unnatural calm.
– I’m sorry, colonel, I didn’t want to scare you. I usually don’t do that, usually people don’t hear me. Do not have time to hear. – Then an ominous and at the same time arrogant smirk flashed on his face, but immediately disappeared, and his face again became friendly.
– You’re still fucking like that?! – I rudely answered him.
– Yes, forgive me my bad manner, usually people are presented to each other, and only then they conduct bosom conversations. – the mockery was read on his face, but I did not pay attention to it, the situation was not the same. – I just thought you were lost, colonel. I have been watching you for some time, and decided that it was time to get out of the shadow. – continued the stranger.
I still could not completely calm down, so I did not quite control myself and the situation as a whole, answered the instincts and as it was brought up, I simply could not soberly assess the situation. That’s why he got involved in this hypocritical and service game. Even because of this obsession with the tombstones and names on them, I constantly confused how he treats this person-I turned to him “you” as a friend and the Savior, I saw a master in him, because of his manner of talking and holding on the whole, and therefore turned to him “you”.
– No, you forgive me, friend. I’m so glad to see you. At least someone alive in the middle of this damn fog. Yes, you are right, I got lost in the middle of these identical tombstones … And you, by chance, have not seen the child here?
– Child? – a stranger raised his eyebrows in surprise. Here? At this time? Colonel, everything is fine with you?
– Yes, yes, I know – I grumbled – that this is nonsense, but I did not survive the mind, I tell you! I saw a shadow and heard a children’s voice, I just tell you.
– Hmm … no, I definitely have not met any child here, I would remember that.
– OK. I didn’t see it, I didn’t see it. It’s time to get out of here, otherwise the cold is dog, and the fog, it seems, was not so dense.
– You are right, colonel, you are absolutely right. And let me ask you a question?
– Of course, just let’s talk on the go. – With these words, I began to look around in search of my legs prints to determine the direction of the return track, but to no avail.
– And how did you get here at all? I mean on this road, at such a time? After all, the crew walks every day, you could have been in the city for a long time, under a warm blanket and a glass of whiskey at the bedside table. Instead, you are living here, saving heroically … Who did you save there?
– Yes, friend, you’re damn right. If I had not missed the crew, I would be bouting now by the fireplace, sucking from a glass of whiskey. But I am here, and all because I ran into a donkey, to the city, to give my women gifts better, in the village there are no such things!
– LLC, this story is old as the world! – the stranger sang mockingly. – A man is working on two, provides a family, and in return receives only even more whining and a sore knee in addition.
– Where…
– How do I know about the knee? Yes, this is also visible to the blind – how you fall on your right leg and wrinkle periodically in pain. And what are you looking for, colonel?
– I am looking for my tracks to return back to the house, I already said. – I already completely calmed down and now began to be annoyed from the calm of this newly -made acquaintance.
-Ahh, so you would say right away-here he carefully waved his hand somewhere behind his back, while some kind of mocking grin was read on his face-then you need to go this way.
– Thank you – I muttered in response and headed in the indicated direction. But having caught up with the stranger, I was forced to stop because he grabbed my hand, so much that I involuntarily cried out from the pain and surprise of such an act. In general, I only now realized one oddity – his hands were not just cold, they were icy. There was a feeling as if I had stuck out my hand out of the hole at minus thirty and at the same time held it in a strong wind for about five minutes. That is, my brush and fingers literally stiffed from one of its touches. – Let me, it hurts me! I groaned.
-Yes, forgive me, sometimes I forget how gentle creatures are these people. He released my hand and stepped back a couple of steps. – Colonel, then he suddenly became very serious and even scared me a little, the colonel – he repeated, and you would not want to get rid of knee pain, and indeed from any pain? Moreover, forever.
At first I took his words for another mockery, but seeing that he did not change the expression of his face and, moreover, literally shases me with a look, I also answered him seriously, gnawing at the same time a slightly blue brush:
– Yes, friend, I would like, I would really like. -And then added with a grin-and you are one of these, of the charlatans some? I still have a little money, I can’t pay you. – It seems that the last words hurt him greatly, because he straightened up to his full height (damn it, how high he was! If I had to fight him, then he would have broken me like a bull Red rag) and answered with such anger that I involuntarily moved away from him a few steps.
– Charlatanov?! James Cornowell, for whom you are taking me?
How did he know my name? I did not call him under him, that’s for sure! But at that moment I, of course, did not think about it.
“Uh, excuse me, sir,” I muttered, “in our time ..
– Silence! -He sharply pulled me away, and I immediately obeyed, it could not be otherwise, his energy was so strong. – I do not make such a proposal to everyone, but only worthy, those who could surprise me. And you, Colonel, surprised me. What happened to you and your people in the war, as well as those who dared to get in your way … Let’s just say that I have not seen such a massacre for a long time, you were just great – men, women, children, the elderly, all killed then, except for you.
– It was a war! – I tried to defend myself.
– It was a war – he mimicked me. You, people, always justify yourself with circumstances, someone is always to blame for you-God, the devil, the family, bad weather … But okay-here he accepted his usual expression-calm and helpful, like a merchant who really wants to sell your goods at a profitable price for him. – What happened in the war, it remains in the war.
– Yes, you are right ..

And I did not have time to finish, as a sharp movement of his hand pulled out of somewhere under the floor of the coat, a smooth black revolver. But this was not an ordinary revolver, I have not yet seen such – it was a single -shot, and, judging by the hole for the cartridge, the ammunition was three times more than usual. An unfamiliar clever movement of his hand opened the gun and took out a bullet from the breast pocket. The bullet was also an outlandish sample – it seemed to me that it was glass because it was seen inside it something whitish and foggy, desperately growing inside, as if this substance was alive and tried to break out of its prison. A man in black put a bullet into the chamber, closed the revolver, took the trigger, and handed the gun to me with a handle forward.
– All you need to do, Colonel, is to put a bullet into your temple, nothing complicated. You did it hundreds of times, so because? They lowered the trigger exactly to the target.
He looked probingly directly into my eyes, and I tried to understand the madman or psychopath, or both at once. And as if reading my thoughts, he added:
– Do not be afraid, James, it will not kill you. You will just move from this rotten world to another world, the best world! Take it and end with pain and disappointment forever! Take it!
As if in a dream, watching from the side, I held out my hand and took a revolver from him. To my surprise, he turned out to be very light, almost weightless.
– Light, true? The materials from which it is made will not find in this god a forgotten world – a stranger smiled slyly.
– But I still don’t understand. -I mumbled. – This is the instrument of murder, like me ..
But he did not let me finish. From his wild laughter, my blood literally curled up in my veins. Having stopped laughing, he replied:
– The instrument of the murder! You just look at him! To your information, Colonel, any thing in this world can be an instrument of murder. Any. It can be a cross on which a person is crucified, it can be a rope on which a person hangs, it can even be an apple ..
– Apple?! – I asked stupidly.
– Yes, colonel, apple. By the way, my favorite weapon of death, as you put it. And one of the first. Eh, how long it was, then there were very few people and they were so naive … ”the stranger said dreamily. – But back to the urgent. – He was again extremely serious and made him understand that he did not intend to retreat.
I looked at the revolver in my hand, at the burning eyes of the madman, at the fog that brought me here. – I can’t, I won’t! – I answered firmly to him.
– And why are you clinging the colonel? What holds you in this life? A family that made you go to another city on foot to satisfy your whims? You are sure that your wife is still betrayed to you, that this was not an excuse that when you left the house, to immediately jump to your lover in a bed? You think your daughter respects you? Yes, she sleeps and sees how she will find a groom, the first person he meets, to escape from this stinking village! Friends? You have them at all, James? – He spoke it so quickly and with such anger that I felt uneasy. – Well, I assumed such an outcome, it doesn’t matter. Suicide soul is sweeter for me than the soul of a murdered one of his own free will, but I spent too much time on such insignificance as you.
With these words, he began to storm my eyes and whisper something under his breath. Probably, no one will believe me, and I myself still do not believe, but against my will I began to raise the hand in which I held a weapon in the direction of my face. I felt like a mouse, and he was a snake, I just could not move or move, my body was no longer mine. And that time, the revolver already looked right in my face and in his Black Bullet I saw my death.
At the last moment, collecting all my remnants of will and courage, I screamed – you went, bastard! Dick you, bitch, not my life! – and hit his gun with his free hand. The shot crashed. It seems that eternity has passed before I opened my eyes and looked at this shit. By some ridiculous chance, the bullet hit him exactly in the right eye. From the shot, the hat was knocked to the ground, the strands of black hair fell on the forehead. The asshole tilted his head slightly, but still stood on his feet. But then the shit, which was going on with me all night, did not end. There were neither blood nor jacks of brains, only something similar to the sand spilled out of his empty eye socket. And then his eyes began to recover at a huge speed. In just a few seconds, the consequences of the shot disappeared from his face. The hat did not allow it to see it better, but now I saw everything. I wouldn’t better see it, by golly. His skin was deadly pale, I would even say wax. The lips are thin, tightly pressed to each other, a sharp nose, like a beak of a bird of a bird of a bird, ready to shout your eyes. But all this was nonsense compared to his eyes. Only on them did I finally realize that it was creature cannot be a person. The eyes were not like ordinary people, they were snake!

– Bravo, James, Bravo! – Then he began to clap.- Very few such things managed. But the problem is that this bullet can be killed only by the one who has a soul, but I do not have it, a colonel. But you spent a valuable resource, this bullet cost me time and effort, you upset me, Jimmy. – on his face, both disappointment and anger, which burst outward, apparently because it was breathing it Noisy and deep. Having sentenced these words, the stranger began to slowly raise his hands to the sky with his palms up, while throwing his head back. For a fraction of a second, I thought that it all ended, that I could leave here alive and sound, but no … At first I felt a slight trembling in my legs, as if a small earthquake began, and then I saw their – Dead who tried to get out of their graves. I don’t quite clearly remember what happened next, because my horror could not have no bounds, I thought that I was crazy, but maybe it was … I remember that I rushed with a scream in the opposite side of this devil, I remember that I ran as quickly as I could, not paying attention to the hot coals that pulsed in my knee, which blazed in my lungs. And then I stumbled on some branch, so I thought at first. Having painfully hit my head on some kind of tombstone, I cut my eyebrow and began to see with only one eye, because the blood poured over my face with a stream. I, like a driven beast, pulled my foot with all my might, trying to get rid of the trap in which I landed. Looking down at my leg, I saw someone’s wrist on it, the dull wrist. I screamed again and began to beat with a pistol on this very hand and finally it unclenched. I immediately jumped up and ran on.

But they could not let me go so fast. Когда я совсем выбился из сил и решил немного перевести дух, благо никого рядом не было, я услышал голос. His voice. He sounded like from all sides, but I could not see anyone because of the damn fog, and then it dawned on me that this voice sounds inside my head.
– Well, Jimbo? Gathered far away? Just look at yourself – all in blood, dirt and devil know what else. You know, I immediately felt this sweet smell of guilt and self -flagellation. It seems that you cannot forgive yourself that you have survived that day, despite the fact that you are not to blame. If you forgive yourself, then I could not control your mind, your hand, you would go home for your two-alive and healthy, and now your chances are zero, hehehe.
– You went, freak, – I cried into the void. – You didn’t succeed in killing me, Kozlina. Yes, I guilty myself every day for the fact that many good guys were lying then, but if it weren’t for my order, if I knew that these fucking southerners would burn artillery ..
– ooo, Jimmy, to whom you tell? I was there that day, I know everything, you may not lie to me. You yourself sent them to certain death.
– You’re lying, bitch! – Looks like he tried to get me to get through to win the time. I had to run on, but where? Damn it, this fog … Okay ..
– How cute, the little mouse does not know the way? So let’s show you, Jimmy. I will show you! – The last phrase sounded in the no longer that sweet voice that I heard before, it was already a roar of a real monster.
And I ran. I fled everything and fled while finally, by some miracle, I did not escape from the fog and was not in the middle of the road opposite the very house. As soon as I went beyond the smoke, I immediately felt a sharp burning sensation, as if grabbed the red -hot stigma. I looked at my hand and saw that this gun was radiating a strange radiance that burned me. As soon as I threw it off the radiance disappeared. Behind me, I heard someone’s moans and sobs, but no longer began to check who was going on and what was happening with them, and rushed inside the house with all his feet. Jumping through two steps, I burst into the room where the gun lay, took it, took the trigger and took a firing position.
I didn’t have to wait long for. Almost immediately along the road, how much the review was enough, a crowd of dead. With my eyes I was looking for their leader, but to no avail. Finally, this bastard appeared. I aimed and shot. The shooter I was not bad, according to many, even good. But this time my hands trembled like after a good drinking, and my vision lifted me – a working eye, and my whole face was flooded with blood.

– hunt, Jimbo, you lost your grip! https://coldcascasino.co.uk Come out, talk.
– So you die, shit! I have nothing to talk about with you!
– Just look – the US Army Colonel settled in an old house like a rat! In the war you were not such a coward, but? Or are you afraid of my henchmen? -Then he circled the dead of the dead, who stood near him and even hugged one of them. -I hold a bet, there will be a couple of your friends, and? – The dead stood motionless and stupidly looked in front of them, like toys that forgot to get.
This something was bursting there for a long time, below, and I sat and wondered why he and his half -decomposed retinue simply would not go into the house and will not tear me to pieces? Time passed very slowly, it almost stopped, but at some point the speech of this devil subsided and I carefully looked out the window. There was no bounds to my surprise – no one was visible, in general. It was like it was just a nightmare nightmare. Dawn was already engaged in the east, but there was no trace of the fog. I breathed out with great relief and for the first time since awakening in this house allowed myself to relax. He came from nowhere and also suddenly disappeared, and I mean not only this devil, but also the fog, which, without a doubt, accompanied him and even helped him. After all, not just a revolver began to shine and awarded me a strong burn just when I left the fog.
I hardly remember further events, some memories are now fragmentary, but I remember exactly how I left the house and sat in a chair. There was only one road from city to settlement, so I had no doubt that I would not miss the crew. Having caught my breath a little, I grunted and overcoming the pain stood up and trudged in the direction of my settlement, so that they would definitely notice me and picked up along the road. The clock showed a quarter to twelve, then the crew had to pass soon if I did not confuse anything over time. Somewhere in the way it became so bad for me, so strong nausea rolled that I could no longer stand on my feet. Sitting on the side of the road and taking a breath, I saw in the distance a small column of dust – it was my salvation. The charioteer caught up with me, stopped the horses and briskly jumped off the goat, and then literally dragged me into the carriage. It seems that I was once again lucky, because he turned to me by name, that is, he recognized me, otherwise he could easily drive by, considering me for some drunkard. Already inside I managed to thank this gentleman, and then forgot in a restless dream. I woke up already in the hospital, my head was very sick. They gave me morphine to reassure severe pain in the knee, put ten seams on a swimming eye and allowed the family to be nearby.
A month has passed, or so. I was discharged, but they prescribed morphine until the end of my life. In general, a meeting with this .. creature It was not easy for me – I completely turned gray, the knee began to hurt all the time, if you do not take drugs, and my eyes did not completely recover, and the doctor said that it should not be hoped that the vision would be the same. But I was alive, and this is the main thing, probably. I also quit drinking and took up the arrangement of the house – made a couple of clay sheets for dishes. The crooked ones turned out, but the wife is delighted, it seems to me so. I also learned from our priest that the church was once on the site of that very house, it was demolished, but the earth remained consecrated so far. I talked with the father of Gustavo (that was the name of our confessor) and he sanctified my house, after which I felt a little calmer.
But almost every night, especially when the fog comes too close to the house, I can’t fall asleep and I sit and peer into the darkness, clutching the gun in my hands. I don’t know what I’m waiting, more precisely whom, But in my heart I really hope that until the morning no one will come out of the fog.”

– Yeah, grandfather Master for all sorts of tales. Interesting, he planned to publish his memoirs? – I thought, stretching in a chair. To my surprise, the night has already passed and morning has come, the sun has already begun to peek from behind the trees. I went out onto the porch, sat in a rocking chair and, covering my eyes with a smile, dozed off. By that time, the night fog has already completely evaporated.

Stopgame.ru/blogs/topic/101841 – Opinion about the film “Infection” (2011). How much is it associated with real events? Whether it tells the history of the pandemic of a dangerous virus believably? And in general, whether it took place as an artistic statement or not? I tried to answer these blogs to these and other questions.

Stopgame.ru/blogs/topic/101647 – one of my early stories. Specifically, this one tells about the life of a person who lived, like everyone else: he loved, did his favorite thing, realized himself. But once he had to reassess his views ..

Stopgame.ru/blogs/topic/101193 – another early story. This time he is about a seriously ill girl and her brother. About sacrifice and love.

Stopgame.ru/blogs/topic/101152 – my first blog, and part -time first story. Here I will tell you about a young priest whose faith has passed a serious test … Did he deal? You will learn from this text.

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A good story turned out to be a good: it is better developed than the previous ones, and in general it is noticeable that it was invested more than work (and this was also visible at the beta testing stage, which cannot but rejoice). Keep it up, comrade!

Revolve – rotate. The whole essence of revolvers in the drum and several Camors in it. This is his great advantage and his drawback. From the point of view of functionality – a single -charged revolver game is unusual. He loses advantages and receives deficiencies in the design. In addition, to count the number of closet from the side, the task is extremely non -trivial. Since the drum protrudes on both sides of the frame and partially covered with this very frame. (I, when I give my Nagan to feel, they don’t even think in their hands that there are seven cabins) that is that the colonel recognized the one -columnar in this Wundenrvafle before he saw the drum completely – hardly believed.
This is a good image for the Russian -speaking reader, as it gives an idea of ​​the external form, because we have very specific associations with the word “revolver”. But for “realism” it looks strange.

Well, yes, originality. Old attic. An abandoned house. Old cemetery. Fog. Children’s voices. A retired military man who burden the past. High villain with strange eyes and from whom it blows cold – this is right cliche. And beyond it really is nothing. If you subtract all this from history, the story itself will not remain. There will have nothing to catch on the reader more to the reader. There are no characters, there are no entertaining dialogs, no background. There is only a wrapper from visual images.

I read it. In general, much better than previous work. Somehow more organic. From the obvious, for which the eye caught, it is a “single -charged revolver”. Oxymoron has a place to be and giving a very specific idea, but what could an English-speaking colonel write such a thing-somehow it is not believed.
Well, as for me, there is still not enough content. There is a style, but the story and characters are so trivial that it simply “does not catch”.

Well, as you said, I wanted to show that this is a special weapon. Of course, I did not know about such subtleties.

If you subtract all this from history, the story itself will not remain. There will have nothing to catch on the reader more to the reader

Well, I still tried to work out the style and language of writing. As already said, he borrowed some ideas from famous writers, so far he has not given birth to an original idea). What do you want from a novice scribble?)

Thank you for the warm words) and again thanks for the active participation in editing my work. I will continue to try to grow professionally)

From the obvious, for which the eye caught, it is a “single -charged revolver”. Oxymoron has a place to be and giving a very specific idea, but what could an English-speaking colonel write such a thing-somehow it is not believed.

I did not quite understand your thought that they meant?

Well, as for me, there is still not enough content. There is a style, but the story and characters are so trivial that it simply “does not catch”.

And what are you investing in the concept of “content”? Originality? Or something else? Of course, I had the assumption that the story was not new, or rather, old as the world), but I still tried to somehow diversify it. In general, when writing, it was inspired by some stories R.L. Stevenson, though now I don’t remember what they were called.

So this is not a military weapon (at least while it is assembled, certain units can fall under the article, but the scope is not – not. Here is such a paradox). This piece of metal externally similar to combat weapons, but not such. What is said in the registration certificate. Russian Post formally banned the scope and pneumatics for transportation (which, however, still does not prevent some from sending short -barreled samples), but transport companies remained. In the end, online stores have not disappeared and continue their work – which means that the delivery methods still exist.

Unless a document on adulthood. A technical passport is issued with the product, which can be presented to employees in which case. Otherwise it is not considered a weapon. You can go and buy yourself a hunted RPK and put it on the balcony to admire in the morning. Even a certificate of physical and mental health will not be asked.

In the end, online stores have not disappeared and continue their work – which means that the delivery methods still exist.

Yes, yes, I completely forgot about them. I have never used it, so I do not take into account these delivery methods. It’s just that we somehow tried to send knives in our department, not hunting, so then they were deprived of the prize girl and made a reprimand.