Lies of closed eyes - Виктория Олеговна Рогозина

Lies of closed eyes

Виктория Олеговна Рогозина

© Виктория Олеговна Рогозина, 2023

ISBN 978-5-0059-4625-6

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Lies of closed eyes

An interesting story not based on real events. The characters are original and fictional. In addition to all life (and not so) horrors, the book describes an extraordinary and beautiful love story. Or maybe not.

 Prologue-

 The thought is material. Is always. Anywhere and everywhere. We are what we think, how we think and about what. What matters is HOW we think. You probably noticed that some people think completely differently. Each from the height of his flight experience goals inspiration Your judgments may not coincide, you can come to the same conclusion in different ways or disagree with the same approach.

The venerable lecturer in the cassock walked leisurely from side to side along the blackboard.

 God teaches us to love. God teaches us good. A kind, bright person does not focus on the negative side of life.

The students obediently wrote down everything in notebooks, softly squeaking with ballpoint pens and keeping the audience quiet.

Well, why did I not sunk you like that?  Michael looked at the slender, quiet student and remembered. Once upon a time, he also sat in the classroom, recorded lectures. Nothing changes.

 Chapter 1-

And happiness was so possible

Seraphim in the Jewish and Christian tradition 

the highest angelic rank, closest to God.

The strongest and most powerful angels in Christianity.

Beings whose tasks were to carry out the orders of God

on earth and the fight against the forces of darkness.

The lecture turned out to be boring  it could not be a discovery, because rarely was the material given in an exciting way. Such is the usual life of a student  write down what is required and cramming in order to pass the exam in the future. As always, the teacher was not too concerned about our real learning, leaving the main (read, as most) material for independent study. I entered Moscow State University and yes, this is not the Moscow State University that you could just think of, although it was also located in the non-rubber, the capital of our vast beloved homeland. Magical State University was famous for constantly trying to compete with the equally famous Lemur Academy, which, alas, got the best of the best, but this competition made no sense  not the level. I had no particular talent. I could not boast of anything at all, except for a foul character and a bunch of bad habits.

The university and the dormitory were located in one of the Moscow Stalinkas. I liked to get to the roof  an amazing place far away and at the same time close to people. And there was an amazing view from there. Moscow is an eternally sleepless city, a city of lights and parties. I liked to be on the roof and watch how somewhere there, people are bustling about, like ants are scurrying about.

I moved to the non-rubber recently, slightly late for the start of the school year. My small town couldnt offer any decent options other than marrying a wino everything like people or living on credit, which, however, would correspond to the previous point. And also give birth to kids and live a happy full life. But such a prospect (if it can be called a prospect at all) did not smile at me. Having spit on everything and on the principle of take everything from life, I took a chance to enter hardcore and, op-pa, I entered, having passed the exams with an average passing score. Fortunately, I was lucky and allocated a small room on the penultimate floor  a small closet, but extremely comfortable. And most importantly, this solitary cell will not have to be shared with anyone. Many expressed sympathy for me, considering for some reason that I live in inhuman conditions, but I did not share this opinion. Generally accepted opinion in general often ran counter to mine. In general, there was another room to choose from, but there I would have to share a place with three more girls, but square meters did not infringe on personal space. But living alone is much better.

A deafening bell rang and the students slowly gathered up, getting ready for the next class, talking among themselves, discussing the last lecture and the imminent lunch break  oh yes, holy lunch. All training was based on some very strange system, more reminiscent of the logic of a drunken gopher who visited an art gallery during Mercury retrograde. A very large block was devoted to mythology, psychology and religion of the world, which for my understanding was beyond good, evil and other living creatures. At the very first lecture, it was as if they told us the ultimate truth, like an annoying mantra, that a thought is material, that it is fulfilled and that we must do everything to translate all our thoughts into reality. Well, complete nonsense. Who can seriously believe this? If this were real, then humanity would have put an end to hostility and hunger long ago. Despite the fact that for a year now all TV channels have been broadcasting that vampires, werewolves and other evil spirits are quite real, it looked like another stage of zombification and an opportunity to blame possible hanging and grouse on otherworldly forces. And it was only recently that we survived another pandemic, and now some vampires. Well, at least MMM was not returned, and thanks for that.

Stumbling over the threshold, I entered the audience and, thank God, no one paid attention to me. Students communicated, filmed something on their phones in popular social networks, shared likes, boasted of followers. Someone was listening to terrible music through a speaker. A group of guys in the gallery played cards. Another group of students were arguing loudly, trying to decide which school was better: Lemur Academy or Whale Academy. At the moment, these are the most popular educational institutions, whose graduates become famous throughout the globe, those who are ready to bend the world, work and May for the company. Despite the fact that opinions were divided, but whatever one may say, everyone spoke positively about the Lemur Academy, although there were a great many rumors around this institution and its graduates and not all of them were unambiguous. It was more like myths and legends about free education (if I dont forget, Ill write such a post on my social network).

 Taylor,  Vosmyachkin sat down next to me. A kind and very gentle guy who strove for dialogue. Extrovert, in a word. Normal. Sociable, sometimes without any measure, which is why he runs into rudeness. The same person that they sing about this guy was one of those who just love life.

 Hello,  out of politeness, I slightly stretched my lips in a smile that tried to grow into a hyenas grin, the inconvenience was such that a little more and reduce the jaw. I was forced to pull out one earpiece, hinting that I was not too eager to communicate, although Vosmyachkin had never been stopped by such behavior.

 Did you make matan?

 Yes.

 Wow, thats cool. Can you explain to me the solution for the seventh, eighth, twentieth and twenty-third tasks,  he checked some notes in his notebook.  Im not sure I made the right decision. But maybe I will find a mistake with you, and it turns out that I did everything right.

Yes, yes, he considers women more stupid than men, and in any case he tries to at least hint at this; as a maximum  poke a muzzle and hurt more. I dont want to argue, I dont want to convince. I dont need it. However, I dont need anything. Just go with the flow, detachedly observing life. I had no goals, no dreams, just a certain detachment, perhaps apathy.