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The Aquarium

I had a very bad sleep that night. I woke up an infinite number of times, trying to fall asleep again. At four o'clock in the morning I went out onto the balcony and looked at the still dark sky with a billion stars. My God, how boundless the Universe is… What worthless insects, what kind of… microbes we must seem to the Creator with our eternal claims and discontent against the background of this cosmic Beauty! Reluctantly, already yawning, I returned to the warm bed and immediately fell asleep until the morning.

When I woke up, Tanya was gone. She ran away, leaving me a short note:

«Doremi! Thank you for taking care of'me!!!)))

I'll call you when I arrive!

I remember about the Aquarium…

Kiss on the forehead! Me!»

So typical for her. Although I was smiling when I read it.

Aquarium… Exactly! Well, I told her about it upon my return from a business trip last year. I also took the word that she would definitely be there.

Wow, she remembers! But that's not the point… I'll be damned!

AQUARIUM. This is exactly what I dreamed in the morning. Such a strange and viscous dream…

A stone gallery, a fairly wide corridor… Everything that I have already seen. And yes, I see the walls of the medieval St. John fortress.

They have aquariums installed in the walls.

Taska could not resist and threw a metal ten cent into the water. It fell next to the puzzled turtle, which slowly rubbed its eye with its front paw…

It cheered Taska. She looked around, but saw no one. Suddenly everyone disappeared, leaving her all alone among aquariums and dull lights.

She began to look for a way out, but could not find it… Then a huge heavy door opened, and the heady sea air filled the entire gallery…

At the entrance to the Aquarium, there was me waiting for someone, constantly looking at my watch.

Indeed?!.

No, of course not. That was Doni. In a whitish T-shirt, without a single logo or at least some letter…

Recently, there have been too many things that could not fit to any reasonable explanation. But this dream of mine, which emerged so clearly and convexly, from that moment got stuck in my head.

Tanya.

I will wait for the news.

Chapter 5

Clew

Once I wondered, what were our days like that made up life? Every morning. Afternoon or evening. Night.

We get up. Go to work. In the evening we drive to the store. Before going to bed we read or watch TV. Then we go to bed. Everything goes according to a well-established scheme, except with small corrections for illness, vacation, love and children, if God sends! And then we get old…

So what are our days like? Of course, you can imagine any model. I suddenly remembered how my mother unwinded a small old sweater that became small… Row after row. Until the end. Until you get a big ball from which you can knit fashion gloves. Or make a new jacket or another sweater, adding bright threads…