Ruby Chef. Prose in English. Natalia Patratskaya
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the table was a jug of water. Lay a pack of chocolate. She drank almost all the water, after eating a few squares of chocolate, looked around her, not hoping to find a door among the identical boards that surrounded it on all sides. The girl put the jug on the seat, put the remains of delicacy next to her and lay down on the long table, folding her palms under her cheek. Rimma fell asleep.
The observer, glancing at the monitor, went about his business. This lady amazed him with her every action and appearance. He did not want to harm her, but he was unfamiliar with good, soon he returned and pressed the button that opened the door.
Rima woke up from the sound of the opening door and quickly ran into the next room, which turned out to be a long corridor. She walked along the corridor and involuntarily entered through the open doors, which immediately closed behind her. The lady was on the site, which spun under her and stopped when she lost the landmark from which she entered. Rimma looked around the room with a single door, she pushed the door, behind her was a bathroom.
“Though so,” – she thought, not thinking about leaving this room. A hatch opened at the top of the room, peonies spilled out of it. Luke closed. A small window in the wall opened, a table with food came out of it. The window has closed. Blinds appeared in the wall, followed by an open window. Rimma went to the window, but it was a mirage, but the table with food turned out to be real.
Rita had no choice but to remember this day. It came to my mind as the seller eagerly tore off the label from the jacket sold, distracting customers from delivery. Buyers really went about their business, stepping over puddles. Rima knew her financial capabilities and was glad that she could buy and donate.
Then she went and bought more things, and also as a gift. Just yesterday, she tried to find some things at home and sadly realized that this was impossible, she bought a lot of them this year, but donated everything. And she had those that gave her. Riddle. Then she went and bought an anti-appetite pill, but they fought off every desire, except for the desire to eat and eat.
Rima picked up a portable phone and realized that she did not want to call anyone. She plunged into a state with the complete absence of all desires, and came to the silent horror of her amorphousness. By an effort of will, she lifted herself up, turned on the laptop, but it hung. She looked out the window, the curtains carried the wind aside, at such moments in her television the sound was changing by someone’s will and the laptop was cut down. As if someone had torn off the label from her.
At home, she decided to take a reading of the water meter, but the hot water meter bathed in water drops and did not show the numbers. I had to use the phone to build bridges with people competent in this matter, who told her that they had to take a hairdryer and dry it. She looked at her hair and decided not to dry it any longer with a hair dryer, since it is intended for drying hot water meters.
Rimma looked at the laptop, he independently digested the new updates. Everything worked without her intervention. She spun around the mirror, looking for flaws in her figure, tortured by food restrictions and hard workouts, and did not find any surplus. The figure was normal. She could fly to other planets instead of visiting the market. Outside the window I heard the clatter of the hoofs of horses, she looked out of the window, but she was left to contemplate one tails, the horses themselves disappeared into the foliage.
“Enough,” thought Rima and quickly put on short pants, a t-shirt, and a light jacket. She jumped out of the house, trying to throw off the amorphous state. She understood perfectly well that she did not want to talk to anyone.
The wind caressed her coolness. The birds sang in three voices. The crow’s voice against the nightingale sounded somewhat creaky. Birds – titmouse brought something melodic. Rimma went outside, walked a hundred meters and saw a strange pair consisting of a woodpecker and a squirrel. They stood on the ground and seemed to be talking. At the sight of the lady, the squirrel jumped on a spruce, and the woodpecker immediately took off closer to her.
Rimma walked another five meters and stumbled upon fallen birch trees with still green leaves. She wanted to run, in this place of the road she always became anxious, and she, picking up speed, ran, knowing full well that in about a hundred meters she would go on a step. Further the road passed next to the houses. She went to the gym.
At first, she worked with one trainer, who forced her to bend and unbend at infinitely slow speed, freezing in strange poses for a minute. Then she went to the pool, where the other coach made the run with a ski step, swimming in the water with a light rod in his hand. After such interesting trainings, she went home without noticing the birds singing, and unwittingly stopped at a birch that she had never seen in this place…
A hair dryer at this time was sitting alone at home and watching TV. A film about pirates who once lived on asteroids, that is, on ships, flashed on the screen. He presented himself as a boatswain on a wooden leg. Why not?! This lovely Rima – Venus did not invite him to visit, but she really wanted to get it. But how? To portray squeaky boatswain? Why not?
Sidor Fen decided to become a lame boatswain, he put on shoes of different heights. One shoe pounded. The second shoe creaked. On the face he put on the mask of an elderly man. He was ready to make his visit to Rimma – Venus. Mini – camera secured on the lapel of his jacket.
Rimma drove up to her porch. The youthful man looked at Rimma with a heavy, wild look. He turned his bold gaze on the closed door of the house as she dialed the code for entering the staircase. He kept his eyes on her hands. She felt this terrible look, therefore she was mistaken. She dropped the code and dialed again, covering the lock code number of her porch.
The man followed Rimma into the light hall, he did not go to the elevator. Strongly lame, he began to climb the stairs. Rimma looked after the lame with inner fear. It seemed to her that in his leg there was something else besides the leg itself. But what? Or it seemed…
The elevator stopped, opening the doors. She reached the required floor without any problems. Lame on her floor was not, and he could not physically overcome so many floors before her. Fear in the soul of Rimma appeared from his terrible look. She opened her front door, hurriedly slid the bolt, and calmed down a bit.
Soon the neighbor of Rimma rang the door on the marsh house, Olga. They agreed to meet in order to discuss their personal problems and just to take the soul out of the conversation.
Olga flew with round eyes:
– Rimma, there is no light in your elevator! There is no light in the hall!
– Olga, I recently arrived, the light was everywhere.
– And now! Imagine the entrance, when there is no light in it! I do not like these your towers to hell. Scary in the towers! Twenty floors put pressure on the psyche, each floor is like a trap! It is better to live in a swamp, less floors.
– We are living.
– Rimma, you go with the key to the door between the elevator and the platform at your apartment. And I come out of the elevator and I see two doors locked to the lock, and four elevator doors. Imagine: the light is off. It’s a trap! Unique trap.
– You’re right, Olga. The staircase is between the first and second floor, above it is blocked on each floor. Today I saw a lame man, he was walking upstairs to the second floor. He could not get up to our floor, in the side entrance all the doors to the platforms with apartments are closed.
– Therefore, I do not like these towers.
– You know, we have not done repairs on the site for 18 years, we have lived here for so many years.
– The very beauty of the wall in the entrance on your floor.
– What else, the landing is huge, there are four large apartments. In two apartments, no one lives. There are two of us in our apartment, and one person lives in the same place.
“And the five-story houses are being demolished, at least they kept fire