Constructor ofВ Worlds. Volume 1
Ekaterina Aleksandrovna Vavilova
Ibratjon Xatamovich Aliyev
What will happen to the world in 400 years? And now, a book has appeared that answers this question! The book has gained attention among readers of a dozen countries, articles have been written about it! This book is for the inhabitants of the Earth who want to know the future. Caution! You may want to know the world! All miracles are scientifically justified. The Constructor of Worlds is the 1st volume of a series of books about a fantastic world, which you will soon find yourself in…
Constructor ofВ Worlds
Volume 1
Ibratjon Xatamovich Aliyev
Ekaterina Aleksandrovna Vavilova
Editor Boxodir Xoshimovich Karimov
Editor Farruh Murodjonovich Sharofutdinov
Editor Gulnoza Muxtarovna Sobirova
Economic Manager Farruh Murodjonovich Sharofutdinov
Illustrator Ibratjon Xatamovich Aliyev
Illustrator Ekaterina Aleksandrovna Vavilova
Cover design Ibratjon Xatamovich Aliyev
Cover design Ekaterina Aleksandrovna Vavilova
Technical Editor Svetlana Fyodorovna Raxmanova
Proofreader Gulnoza Muxtarovna Sobirova
Proofreader Svetlana Fyodorovna Raxmanova
© Ibratjon Xatamovich Aliyev, 2023
© Ekaterina Aleksandrovna Vavilova, 2023
ISBNВ 978-5-0059-5458-9 (С‚. 1)
ISBNВ 978-5-0059-5459-6
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CONSTRUCTOR OFВ WORLDS
PROLOGUE
…Neither a city, nor a state, nor a planet, nor a star, nor a star system, and not even a galaxy! I have created a galaxy cluster! A huge part of the entire cosmos! No living being has ever made such a large-scale breakthrough that I have made! And you have no idea how real it is…
В В В В Mr. Abdullah
September 2009.
Mr. Alexander Vasilyevich Belov was standing on the deck ofВ his ship В«OctopusВ». His gaze was directed towards the vast expanses ofВ the Indian Ocean. Belov himself was aВ wealthy man and already at the age ofВ 37В was able toВ earn aВ fortune. He was ofВ medium height, with black hair and aВ small beard. His eyes reflected all his thirst for power, although he treated his employees well, ofВ whom he had quite aВ few, but he really liked toВ feel like aВ ruler.
From aВ young age, Alexander Vasilyevich was looking for methods toВ implement his plans and he managed toВ open several ofВ his oil plants. Although he was not known, but he was not aВ small-scale supplier. But now he was interested inВ something more. He wanted toВ create his own spaceport and draw almost inexhaustible resources directly from the cosmic expanses!
It was already evening, a great time for observations, and Alexander Vasilyevich was peering into the sky. He was holding a glass of port wine in his hands, leaning on the railing of the veranda of the captain’s bridge. Suddenly his phone rang, it was his scientific adviser, a young researcher Leonid Rodionovich Gasparov.
– I’m listening to you.
– Hello Alexander Vasilyevich, this is Leonid Gasparov. I wanted to inform you that the preparation of the second block of the observatory is almost ready.
– Fine, one more step on the way to my goal…
– You mean our goal?
– Exactly, because your project of the newest cosmodrome with these things of yours gave me such grandiose opportunities.
– But this is being done for the purpose of exploring outer space and expanding the capabilities of all mankind, because this is the goal we indicated in the documents, if you remember.
– You’re a fool, Leonid! – being intoxicated, the tycoon shouted. – I needed this to take over this world! Space is a gold mine, and I will become the only billionaire on a cosmic scale! And even now, knowing my real purpose, you won’t be able to do anything, because the island is guarded by my people. I didn’t need anything more than blueprints.
– It can’t be! You deceived me!
– Of course! You don’t have long to live! Ha-ha-ha! The billionaire laughed menacingly.
Just as he was about toВ call the guards, the В«OctopusВ» shuddered, as if pierced byВ an electric current. Its entire surface trembled, as the human body trembles under the action ofВ an electric discharge. The waves raged and lightning bolts struck the ship terrifyingly.
Only now did this man realize what he was worth. But as if this was not enough, something huge appeared from under the waves, and it began to rise. With fear in his eyes, unable to run, Alexander Vasilyevich stood still, on both sides he was engulfed by flames that had already made their way into the captain’s cabin. A huge monster rose up in front of him right from the depths of the ocean! It was a giant dragon with 5 heads, he spread his giant wings from behind, and tons of water descended over his body like jets. Glowing red eyes stared menacingly in the direction of the ship. When the monster rose to the level of its chest, it was at least 300 meters high!
With his huge paw, he swung at the ship and inВ an instant tore the Octopus apart, the owner ofВ the ship flew out from such aВ blow and scrambled trying toВ stay afloat! AВ huge mass was drowning inВ the ocean, creating aВ whirlpool, and the monster watched this picture without losing aВ single moment ofВ this agony. The fire had already been extinguished. Very close byВ was aВ torn-up stern, where water was pouring inВ with aВ roar, then guns and safety bulkheads; crowds ofВ black ghosts were rushing around parts ofВ the upper deck. The unfortunate ones were climbing the shrouds, clinging toВ the masts, floundering inВ the water.
It was a human anthill suddenly flooded with water! The unfortunate ship began to sink rapidly. Here the marts appeared, plastered with victims, yards bent by bulking people, and, finally, the top of the main mast. The dark mass was covered under the water with all its crew of the dead, overwhelmed by a terrible whirlpool. And the monster, this terrible judge who caused a thunderstorm, a real archangel of revenge, did not take his eyes off the sinking ship…
At that moment, aВ giant huge bird appeared inВ the sky, there was aВ feeling that this bird was inВ the sky itself, it occupied aВ quarter ofВ the entire sky. Gasparov, who was standing on the upper veranda, froze inВ place from what he saw. Belov, who was thrown away from the whirlpool, also saw this. But before he could say aВ word, aВ bright bird burst into flames, and such aВ bright flash blinded the greedy billionaire.
AВ bird that appeared inВ theВ sky
Gasparov was abruptly thrown byВ the wind from such aВ flash, inside the observatory, and he saw with his own eyes how the metal floor where the light hit just melted! When Gasparov got up, large clouds ofВ smoke were visible inВ the distance, the last thing left ofВ the В«OctopusВ». And the huge bird mysteriously disappeared, just as the monster disappeared.
Chapter one. Beginning
I don’t think that the same excitement can pass through the human heart that an inventor feels when watching how successfully the creation of the brain works.
В В В В Nikola Tesla
It was 1965. Twenty years have passed since the Great Patriotic War, and the consequences still remain inВ the hearts ofВ good people.
The village family just had their first son. He was healthy and very noisy, crying all the time, and his skin was pink like a pig. The mother doted on the child and not an hour passed that she did not take him in her arms and did not rock him. My father just smiled at his wife’s energy and the fire in her eyes.
His father, Alexander Fedorovich, worked as aВ local policeman, after the war he immediately moved here toВ the Tver region inВ order toВ forget the native places where his dead brothers and mother lived. Mother, Elena Nikolaevna, was born and raised here. She received aВ secondary education and started working inВ aВ local grocery store.
Their house was neither old nor new. A firm man’s hand repaired a leaky roof, dug a vegetable garden and painted a fence with whitewash. An elegant female hand cleaned, cooked, took care of plants in the garden and chickens in the chicken coop.
Their house was aВ small hut. It was brick, and the roof was wooden, and sometimes rotted. The yard was large and was always being prepared for aВ vegetable garden, it was surrounded byВ aВ wooden fence. There was also an old bathhouse, completely blackened from the inside, and the ceiling is so low that if you climb on the canopy, you need toВ bend inВ the back and neck. There were two sheds inВ front ofВ the bathhouse, chickens lived inВ one, and Alexander Fedorovich kept tools inВ the second, so there was aВ workbench nearby. The stump inВ the middle ofВ it all stood out even more vividly, firewood was always neatly stacked next toВ it and sometimes aВ chicken was slaughtered.
Years passed, their boy grew up. Called Vadim. The boy is already eight years old, and looks like an adult with serious eyes. Alexander Fedorovich always saw inВ his son an excellent employee and brought him up accordingly. Elena Nikolaevna spoiled the boy and allowed him toВ do almost anything. Parents quarreled on this topic more than once, but they quickly ended, because the parents loved each other madly, and the hostess ofВ the house was pregnant again.
Vadim wanted aВ brother toВ play with and fight with the neighborhood boys. Elena Nikolaevna wanted aВ daughter, and Alexander Fedorovich also wanted aВ son.
Vadim liked toВ play with the boys on the street and always came late and with bruises. Sometimes IВ went fishing with them or with my father. The boy was strong inВ health and body and already helped around the house. He carried barrels ofВ water home, dug inВ the garden and climbed on the roof toВ fix aВ leaky roof.
«That’s not how you hold an axe,» my father once said when they were chopping wood together in the yard of the house.
– And how? Vadim asked, looking at the axe.
Alexander Fedorovich wiggled his mustache and roughly turned the axe point down.
– That’s it, – the father replied with a sneer, «chop it up.
Vadim started chopping firewood. At first, it was difficult for the boy to do this. Iron got stuck in the wood, and splinters flew in spite of the face and eyes. Alexander Fedorovich took out another axe and began chopping wood together with his son. An adult man did it much better and faster. After a few minutes, Alexander Fedorovich’s pile of firewood became larger than Vadim’s.
«Remember, son,» he said later at home over a plate of borscht, his black moustache stained with red broth. – the axe should be held firmly, and the blows should be smooth and strong so that the wood gives in better.
Vadim grew up from childhood as aВ smartВ boy
My father was often not at home, and my mother stayed late for aВ part-time job inВ aВ store, then it was tight with money. Alexander Fedorovich reproached his wife for this, because she is inВ aВ position, and toВ work harder than he himself at work. Elena Nikolaevna was aВ fragile woman, but strong inВ spirit, and also too stubborn toВ put her own good inВ priority.
«Remember, son,» he said later at home over a plate of borscht, his black moustache stained with red broth. – the axe should be held firmly, and the blows should be smooth and strong so that the wood gives in better.
My father was often not at home, and my mother stayed late for aВ part-time job inВ aВ store, then it was tight with money. Alexander Fedorovich reproached his wife for this, because she is inВ aВ position, and toВ work harder than he himself at work. Elena Nikolaevna was aВ fragile woman, but strong inВ spirit, and also too stubborn toВ put her own good inВ priority.
After that, Alexander Fedorovich showed Vadim how toВ slaughter chickens. ToВ do this, he took out an axe and sharpened it properly. The boy byВ this time was incomprehensibly holding aВ chicken inВ his hands.
