Виктория Олеговна Рогозина "Lies of closed eyes"

Continuing toВ display the cute hyena grin, IВ shrugged slightly again, trying toВ look relaxed and at ease.

– Hello, Seryozha. I’m walking. I think go to the bookstore. And what are you doing here? Don’t you have classes?

– The drill was canceled, and so the ensign issued a leave, he needs to buy something. Didn’t expect to see you here. Haven’t you returned home!? The guy looked at me uncertainly, as if he had said something stupid.

Yes, there have been rumors.

Sergei is a good guy. He sought to communicate, was a kind and very bright person. I didn’t want to offend him, so I tried hard not to bastardize. We chatted some more and I hurried away. He’s a good guy, kind.

Perhaps he was not like everyone else. Moderately silly, moderately romantic… We met by chance. That evening, I was returning from the bookstore and, thinking, did not notice him. It was my fault that we collided. The books fell out of my hands, and I remember worrying about scratches on the spines. He excused himself by helping to collect the textbooks and left. I continued on my way, calculating how long it would take to get to the hostel, whether I would be in time for a new series of the cartoon, and whether Vosmyachkin would come with my notes. In less than a minute, the guy caught up with me and offered to meet.

I remember thinking, “Why not? New city, new acquaintances. We met. He seemed to me a rather large, well-built athletic guy, but without prominent muscle tubercles. Although with my lean (sorry, anorexic) figure, any average guy looks impressive. Dark brown hair barely peeked out from under the cap. The brown eyes were kind. We didn’t talk for long then either. He walked me to the hostel, helped me bring my main treasure – books. Sergei was funny. He talked a lot… entertained… Then he asked for a phone number. I don’t know, I usually don’t give such information, but this time for some reason I acted against my own rules. After saying goodbye, we parted, each to his own business, each in his own direction.

Arriving home, I went about my usual business – studying, studying and studying again. And then smoke on the roof, because it’s early to sleep, and before going to bed I read a book.

So today, nothing has changed inВ my actions. Everything as usual. No variety. IВ talked with Sergei, went toВ the store, bought another textbook and returned toВ the hostel, sitting down for lessons.

Vosmyachkin tumbled inВ without warning or aВ declaration ofВ war, wanting toВ return the notes and also chat. So the evening passed after aВ peaceful conversation about nothing.

– First chapter-

Perfection Serum

InВ the angelic world was established byВ God

strict hierarchy ofВ 9В angelic ranks:

Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones, Dominions, Forces, Powers, Principles, Archangels, Angels.

The door creaked disgustingly, and the timid guy went into aВ small clean hallway. AВ pleasant aroma ofВ baked goods and artificial flavoring wafted from the kitchen. Quiet conversations were heard.

– Let’s! What do you think? – the girl drawled softly, pushing her classmate deep into the hallway, and added louder. – Ma-a-am, go get acquainted!

Michaelis shifted from foot toВ foot and suddenly, inВ aВ low voice with irony inВ his voice, he clarified, regaining his former self-confidence:

– Do you have a beautiful mother?

Why Elizabeth raised her eyebrows inВ surprise and threatened immediate reprisal, but the guy was not afraid, saying that she would not fall.

“I’ll get it, I’ll get it,” the girl wailed.

– But no, – Michael smiled, gently intercepting Elizabeth’s fists. A classmate jumped funny and tried to escape, but did not make any serious efforts for this. Fooled around what to say!

“But I’ll get in,” my mother entered menacingly from the room into the hallway, noting the impudent boy. – Daughter, who is this?

Elizabeth stretched her lips inВ an open warm smile and heldВ out:

– Do you remember we went to the ballet studio? So, this is Michael.

– Ahhh, the one who constantly scoffed and tried to perform the bottom break? the woman recalled.

“Yes, yes,” Elizabeth laughed.

– Well, e-mine, – the guy lamented picturesquely, horrified at how his impudent and cool image is rolling straight down the mountain, gaining momentum.

– Well, consider familiar from the pot, and now you study together at school?!

– Yeah, in the same class, – Elizabeth nodded and added more quietly. – We sit at the same desk.

– Are you friends? the woman asked.

– Yes.

– No, – Michael answered at the same time, causing the girl to shrink her head in fear. The boy clarified: – We hug, we walk by the hand. Is this really friendship?

Mom appreciated the audacity and built aВ meme mine said:

– Great, I like it, – and turning around, she went to the kitchen, put the kettle on and set the table for two more people. “Come in, I’ll feed you now.”

Michael helped Elisabeth take off her spring jacket and carefully hung it on her shoulders, straightening her hoodie, smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles.

– What are you? the girl asked in a furious whisper.

He just smiled, that same charming smile of his because of which many girls went crazy. After school, Michael often accompanied Elizabeth home, but today she invited him to her place – she was tired of hiding and offered to introduce her to her mother. The father, a long-distance sailor, was again on a voyage, so a meeting was just planned with him.

Today was the perfect occasion – an excellently written control, a “five” in chemistry and no “two” in physics (although there were all chances, but we were lucky and were not asked to the board).

– We have guests, – another figure flashed in the doorway. A boy of Michael’s age, a little thin, like many teenagers, which was compensated by his high growth.

“Hey,” the boy winked at Elizabeth.

Michael turned toВ the girl, feeling jealousy surge inВ his soul. The unfamiliar boy behaved frivolously, like an old good friend.

Elizabeth greeted the visitor with warm hugs and was obviously glad toВ see him. The boy was smiling.

– Am I disturbing you? Michael asked deceptively calmly, feeling his fists clench by themselves. He wanted to take Elizabeth in a rush and hide her from the world.

– Yes, relax, I’m her brother, Artem.

“Ugh, lucky!” – a thought flashed through the head of the jealous man and, recollecting himself, held out his hand for a handshake:

– Michael.

“My friend,” said Elizabeth belatedly. – We have been friends since childhood, from the same yard.

– And I would have stayed… in the yard, – Michaelis jokingly remarked, removing his hand, feeling the sense of possessiveness returned.

– Are you going to stand at the door? I set the table, relatives came to visit, – the woman exclaimed, emotionally clapping her hands.

“I hope that there are no more boys there, otherwise I won’t survive this,” Michaelis thought deadly, with difficulty restraining himself from voicing this thought aloud.

Elizabeth chuckled at her classmate’s change of mood, knowing that Michael had strong feelings for her, jealous of all male “people”. They had known each other for a long time, since kindergarten. At first they played, butted, sometimes they got it. Later, they ended up in school in the same class and both did not notice how they fell in love with each other. And it seems like they did not recognize each other as an official couple, but still they were together. Smiling shyly, Elizabeth looked at Michael, thinking about how lucky she was with him, and with this thought, her cheeks began to blush furiously, betraying her with giblets. Michael was a favorite at school – an excellent student, an intellectual and just a cutie. Perhaps he always made the most positive impression on everyone.

But the smile disappeared from the girl’s face as soon as she saw WHO of the relatives was waiting for them in the kitchen. Elisabeth’s second cousin was never happy. Julia had a bright appearance and bitchy character. She did not hesitate to take everything she wanted from her sister. So she squeezed out Elizabeth and the guys, and cosmetics, and some things, without returning anything and without repenting of her deed. And so she behaved with everyone – she did not put girls in anything and tried to publicly humiliate, fawned over the guys. Everything came to scandals, intrigues and investigations. Elizabeth was the first to break off communication with her sister, deciding that her nerves were more precious than all these unnecessary showdowns.

Michael noticed the change inВ mood right away.

– What fates? Elizabeth asked through clenched teeth.

– Yulia will change sides with us. She is undergoing internship, has not yet found an apartment. How not to help a relative?! If he finds an apartment, he will move out, – my mother assured and, smiling, poured tea for everyone. – Sit down, sit down, why did everyone get up?

Michael looked at his second cousin with curiosity. There was no question of kinship in appearance. Stylish in fashionable clothes, Julia was strikingly different from the homely and gentle Elizabeth. The second cousin gave the impression of a sort of fatal beauty at minimal wages – she seems to be trying and trying, but partly she looked like a girl from the track. Michael chuckled and looked at his pet. They should have a great future together.

– Chapter 2-

On the edge ofВ life

What is the power ofВ an angel?

Switching off consciousness – angels can place

aВ person inВ aВ state ofВ fainting or sleep,

placing two fingers on the bridge ofВ the nose.

Voice imitation – angels

can mimic a person’s voice

making it very similar.

This ability was used byВ Anna and Castiel.

Healing – All angels can heal a person from wounds or illnesses.

Sitting comfortably, wearily leaned back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling… thinking about her own, about the girlish. It’s a joke, after studying, I didn’t have anything in my head at all, except for two fundamental questions “Why?” and “What for?”. Overhead, adjoining the wall, eerily hung a bookshelf that threatened to deliver a mortal blow. This will be a “fatalite”, not like in Mortal Kombat. The horizontal position on the bed, oddly enough, is not the best choice; I began to feel sleepy instead of working on the essay on the topic “Prophecies of the Apocalypse and their interpretation in subsequent history.” In general, our teachers say that the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse have already come to our world. There is even an old legend about the Original Death, which was the progenitor and harbinger of the apocalypse. This is an interesting theory, but even more interesting are the facts that are presented. Rumor has it that the Rider of Death is hidden in the Lemur Academy, because this place is shrouded in mystery and darkness.

His eyes flickered over the books on the shelf that hung over the bed. The shelf looked flimsy, but there seemed toВ be an outrageous amount ofВ books.

“This will kill you!” – Vosmyachkin once said when he first came to visit and walking around the room, he watched how he checked his “treasure”. Since childhood, nothing has been more valuable to me than books. I could read for hours without distraction. I usually did this, but then another problem suddenly arose – the body became numb, and I, like some kind of pensioner, tried to gather in a pile with my clumsy paws. And with a shelf, I solved the issue even easier – two pins, as thick as a finger, were nailed (or driven?) Fifteen centimeters into the wall – even electrical tape was not required.

It began toВ get dark. Leaving the room, she went up toВ the roof again. Michaelis was there. Without turning around, he said over his shoulder:

– Hi.

– Hi. I won’t interfere?

– I would be glad if you keep me company, – the guy patted next to him, hinting to sit next to him. And what would not?

Shrugging, I plopped down. The coating had become very hot during the day and was now roasting the ass. “Sink fat, sink darling. But there will be no cystitis, “the inner voice mockingly whispered.

– Do you smoke? I asked out of courtesy.

– No, – in his voice, as yesterday, universal sadness was heard. Apparently, life was not sickly, the dude was too zadolbalsya, I even wanted to sympathize.

– You knew… people die from smoking, – my interlocutor remarked.

– Yes, okay, there are no immortals, – I shrugged.

Well, then my “smoke” will have to be postponed. Didn’t want to disturb him. I know that many people are sensitive to those who “tar nearby”, complaining about passive smoking and an unpleasant smell. I respect people’s personal boundaries.

– How was your day? I asked, wrapping my arms around my knees. I wanted to talk a little. Simple and nothing.

– Light.

His answer surprised and brought a smile. Light, which is strange. And this is at a time when thunderclouds are gathering over the capital. Some “graters” at the Lemur Academy stirred up the entire “magical” community and, in connection with this, any bad weather and cataclysms were attributed to them, worse than Mercury retrograde.

– How was your day? How is study? he asked politely.

“Fine,” I shrugged.

– Do you like studying here?

– I don’t know, I’m not sure.

– Why?

IВ thought. For some reason, it was light and light inВ my soul, as if aВ small personal sun had lit up inВ my chest, warming it from the inside.