City of Lost Souls
City of Lost Souls

Video: City of Lost Souls

Video: City of Lost Souls
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City of Lost Souls
City of Lost Souls

The pure soul of Kolya Tsiklopov, a thief looking around, jumped out of a dirty, drunk body lying on the Odessa cobblestone pavement, and, trembling in the wind with a snow-white shawl, disappeared behind the alley.

“Finally!” The unearthly Cyclopsian substance rejoiced, rushing towards the cool night wind. “Freedom! I got rid of this unshaven vulgar shell, which was expressed in obscene words, opened my hands and breathed fumes! Never again will I return to this sagging body, and I will not sit with his terrible friends (who do not even know what Karma is!) in a stuffy pub! I will no longer be flooded with this foamy filth, they will not make me laugh like a horse and grab the waitresses by the sides! Freedom! Forward! To the stars! Ur- rr-ah-ah! …"

And the higher matter, huddled in the lower Kola chakras, emitting a cry of delight, rushed into the endless night sky! She rushed at the speed of light along the Milky Way, exploding with fireworks of reckless happiness, which knew no bounds …

- Citizen Soul! - Someone rudely interrupted this mad flight. - Show your rights!

"W-what rights?" - Asked the soul of Kolya Tsiklopov, bewildered, looking at the strange greenish substance in uniform, which blocked her way.

- Show your rights to fly in public skies, I will fine you for speeding! - menacingly repeated the unfamiliar creature in the cap, casually waving a rubber truncheon.

- But … I have no … rights … - the soul was completely confused, not understanding what was happening.

- How?! So you are not registered in the heavenly office ?! - the already green Something in uniform turned green with indignation.

- What do you need? the naive offender asked quietly …

Instead of answering, they grabbed her by the collar and dragged her somewhere in a dark alley with a meaningful name "Meteorite" … It was cramped, SOUL, dusty where they took her, and a sign hung on the door: "HEAVENLY OFFICE".

At the table sat transparent, small and bald, wearing glasses rewound with duct tape. For a long time it demanded from Kolya Tsiklopov's heart some kind of information, certificates and certificates, signed no more no less than THEIR ITSELF or at least his deputies. Then I had to fill out some forms and questionnaires, write receipts and explanatory notes, vouch for something and make an appointment with someone … her certificate, where in the column "social status" they wrote - Lost, and in the column "direction for permanent residence" - GZD (CITY OF THE WRONG SOULS).

When our disembodied heroine finally left the office, a bloody dawn was already blazing in the sky, which did not bode well …

THE CITY OF WOULD SOULS was somewhere on the very outskirts of Heaven and it was necessary to get there by some roundabout Milky Way, which was not even on the map of the Universe.

A lot of time passed until the soul, exhausted by clerical red tape and a long road, finally saw a slanting sign on a small bluish cloud: "Welcome to the GZD!" And at the bottom, someone's crooked handwriting added a strange decoding: GO !!! FORGET ABOUT YOUR SOUL! But this was not what struck our heroine most of all. Near the cloud stood some kind of strange creature, apparently, it was also someone's soul, but its shell was not snow-white, as is usually the case with all higher matters, but some kind of dirty, spotty. But not only that, this creature was holding a smoking cigarette in its hands, and with each inhale it turned black and covered with a nicotine net. A pack of "Prima" lay alongside …

Kolya Tsiklopov's soul was dumbfounded: here ?! in heaven ?! With a cigarette? !! High in the clouds, in the land of purity and dazzling starlight, on a velvet blue carpet is a pack of "Prima" lying around? !!! She could not believe her eyes … Meanwhile, the filthy substance carefully examined the dumbfounded stranger and, insolently blowing smoke into her face, mumbled approvingly: "You look good, baby. Can we go somewhere in the evening?" And after that she stretched out her black paws to her … Kolya Tsiklopov's pure soul cried out weakly and rushed to fly from there with all his wings.

“God!” She thought with horror.- How could this monster get in here ?! We must immediately fly to the City and report that this infernal creature is wandering in the heavens, and is trying to capture higher matters! The heavenly office must do something immediately! This is awful! It's just a disaster …"

Cyclopov's soul stopped short, turned deadly pale and crashed into a large gray cloud at full speed …

"No …" - she whispered softly and passed out.

When she came to herself and opened her eyes, she realized that everything she had just seen was not a nightmare, but a monstrous REALITY!..

The streets of the huge gloomy city were flooded with black souls, in comparison with which the subject near the cloud seemed just a snow-white angel … All of them were in a thick curtain of viscous cigarette smoke and everywhere (everywhere!) Cigarette butts and packs were scattered! The soul did not have time to come to its senses, as two eerie shells flew up to it, one of which had a tattoo on its chest: "I will not forget my Mother!"

- Hey, child, - rasped the fabric with the tattoo, - that you were bathed in lime? Go wash this dirty white!

- Something I haven't seen you here before, - the second black soul mumbled, breathing a cigarette haze, - Of the new ones? Why come here? For example, for nothing: well, he hit one on the back of the head with a hammer, and robbed a couple more …

“And I soaked ten,” the tattooed substance said quietly.

- Mom!.. - Kolya Tsiklopov's soul screamed barely audibly and ran away. The last hope remained - to fly to the only luminous point, which was in this terrible city. Only there our heroine could find an island of purity, which she so strived for, leaving her body on the cobblestone pavement …

The luminous point turned out to be a large red sign - the KAIN bar. Souls sat at the counter, sipping from huge mugs a clear, transparent drink, and with each sip the blackness inside their shells was replaced by a warm pink glow.

"Elixir of Purification!" - thought Kolya Tsiklopov's soul and rushed to the counter. The bartender served the client on the highest order. She grabbed the mug and drank its contents in one gulp. An all-devouring terrible flame engulfed every cell of Kolya's soul. Pure alcohol burned her whole being with insane pain and flared inside with a bright scarlet glow. With a terrible cry and at a terrible speed, she flew out of the bar and rushed away!

Get out of this city! Away from these heavens in cigarette butts! Away from shameless substances in green shoulder straps and bureaucratic offices! Back! Back to the very best city on Earth, where they drink a divine foamy drink on Deribasovskaya street and flirt with smiling waitresses! Back! On that cobblestone pavement, where lies the most wonderful, cleanest, most dear shell in the world! Kolya Tsiklopov's shell!

“Lord!” A terrible thought flashed suddenly, “what if she’s not there anymore ?!”

And even faster, even more desperately, she flew to where all the most precious remained!

Here it is, an abandoned beloved city! Here it is, beloved cobblestone pavement! Thank God! And the native body is still there! True, something green in uniform was leaning over him … A-ah-ah! This is the district police officer Vasya! They have known each other for a long time … The soul hastily entered its own shell and Kolya Cyclops regained consciousness.

- Why are you lying here? - as if sternly asked the district police officer.

- Nothing! - Kolya muttered in response, got up, dust himself off and went. And then suddenly he ran! He ran, arms outstretched, towards the cool morning wind!

Suddenly Kolya Tsiklopov felt so pure, so free and happy that, in joy, he turned into a pub on Deribasovskaya Street to drink with friends for this new wonderful feeling that appeared in his SOUL …

Anna Yablonskaya

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