Lies of closed eyes

Michaelis shifted from foot to foot and suddenly, in a low voice with irony in his voice, he clarified, regaining his former self-confidence:

– Do you have a beautiful mother?

Why Elizabeth raised her eyebrows in 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 in an open warm smile and held 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 a 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 to the girl, feeling jealousy surge in his soul. The unfamiliar boy behaved frivolously, like an old good friend.

Elizabeth greeted the visitor with warm hugs and was obviously glad to 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 in 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 of life

What is the power of an angel?

Switching off consciousness – angels can place

a person in a state of fainting or sleep,

placing two fingers on the bridge of the nose.

Voice imitation – angels

can mimic a person’s voice

making it very similar.

This ability was used by 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 to be an outrageous amount of 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 to get dark. Leaving the room, she went up to 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?

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

“Because I haven’t decided on my life,” I replied with a smile. “Sounds stupid,” I chuckled, lowering my head slightly. Smoking… I really want to drag on, feel how the smoke settles in my lungs.

– No, – he continued to peer thoughtfully into the distance. – At least be honest.

I pulled the hood over my head and shoved my hands into my pockets, shivering in the chill. However, it got colder in the evening.

We sat for another thirty minutes in complete silence, and I said goodbye and left the roof.

In the room, the first thing I did was put the kettle on and made myself some instant coffee. It seems not tasty, but the habit of drinking has remained since school time.

Warmed up, I quickly took a shower, changed into my pajamas, and lay down, getting ready for bed.

But a variety of and very inappropriate thoughts climbed into my head. She smiled involuntarily, remembering how a school friend taught me to walk in a miniskirt and high heels. At that time, I could only clatter with the gait of a lame, crooked-legged grasshopper, that is, with my knees forward. Then a friend taught me how to paint.

And here we are so cool and fashionable went for a walk. Many approached with the aim of getting acquainted, at least it seemed to me so. For some reason, phrases such as: “Girls, doesn’t your mother need a son-in-law?” were infuriating. “My mother needs a heavy machine gun or a bigger broom to drive some away,” I usually answered coldly and that was it, the “renters” left. A friend held a master class, explaining and showing how to flirt and flirt beautifully. This is probably why she got married after school, and I went to the capital. The spoon left in the cup with which I always drank tea or coffee did not increase my chances of marriage either; and the habit of sitting on the corner of the table (yeah, right on top). Superstitious in the subject, the rest – do not fill your head with nonsense.

I didn’t like pretending to be someone I’m not. Maybe that’s why I didn’t have any friends. There was a time when I tried to fall under stereotypes, not to stand out from the crowd, to become a gray mass. Something didn’t work out. And maybe it’s for the best.

I woke up abruptly, as if doused with cold water. Remembering that she was going to go to the store for bread, she quickly pulled on jeans, a jacket with a windbreaker and hurried to leave the huge anthill of the hostel. For a walk, I chose a distant grocery store located a couple of blocks away and bought bread, slowly returning back.

It was warm outside, but the rare slush from the reagents that were sprinkled on the ice did not allow us to fully enjoy the walk. Nodding in time to the music, she could hardly keep herself from singing along. Headphones slipped, I had to correct them. But I slowly walked along the sidewalk.

There were many people, but they were all united by one thing – an absent stupid look. As if these people have already burned their lives long ago and now continue to exist. Sometimes live sparkling eyes came across, and then my gaze was already riveted to this person.

I was so carried away by my observations that I did not look around when I was crossing the road and… I captured the whistle of tires on dry pavement only at the very edge of my consciousness. I turned around, feeling the earpiece pop out of my ear at the same time. I felt as if someone had pulled my windbreaker from behind. I took a step back, stumbled over the curb and fell, hitting my ass painfully.

– Stupid! – shouted the driver, flying a few centimeters away from me and carried away into a happy unknown.

I looked back. There was no one around. Maybe a flair? Or did it seem? I looked at myself in surprise, thanking the guiding star for miraculously not being hurt. The ass, although it was repulsed, reminded me that I was alive, healthy and almost unharmed. Whatever it is, I’m lucky.

With this strange feeling, I walked about six meters, when suddenly!

– Hi! A heavy hand landed on my shoulder.

Startled in surprise. I elbowed back and hit.

“This is how you greet your friends,” Vosmyachkin remarked reproachfully, rubbing his bruised side. It cannot be said that the blow came out strong, but still sensitive.

“You know that you can’t approach me like that from the back,” I noticed with a reproach and a slight hint of irritation, pulling the second earpiece out of my ear and, exhaling, spoke more calmly. – Hi. What fates?

– Went for pasta.

I suddenly noted to myself that I was mentally addressing the guy by his last name, forgetting about his name. And his name was Dima. But for some reason, in my perception, the name was lost and only carefree and cheerful remained – Vosmyachkin.

– Listen, when I checked the tasks, I noticed that you did not fully understand the topic of differential equations. If you want, we can work out together.

He blushed.

“Let’s not today,” I answered softly, hoping that next time it would be even easier to dodge. I have more plans for today.

Despite the fact that I wanted to be alone, Dima volunteered to take me to the hostel, telling me, as if giving a lecture, examples of solving problems and theorems. Perhaps this is how he tried to show me his knowledge, or maybe he was so inept in a square dance. It is hard to say. My thoughts were still returning to my miraculous salvation, for which there seemed to be logical explanations, but there seemed to be no.

Saying goodbye to Vosmyachkin on the threshold and citing poor health, I closed the door right in front of his nose. After thinking, she grabbed her textbook and headed to the roof. The subject was called Applied Psychology of Magic. A very strange item. Each paragraph seemed like a hodgepodge of elementary psychology, philosophy, and beautiful quotes from various famous people. What was written here was in no way confirmed in words. It was both strange and curious and stupid at the same time. I smoked my second cigarette, almost furiously reading the textbook, delving into the subject and realizing that in the future there could be serious problems with passing the exam.

– Hi.

I turned around. Michaelis was standing behind me. Hastily, I stubbed out the smoldering cigarette into the small ashtray I used to carry around so as not to scatter cigarette butts everywhere.

– Hello, – for some reason it became light and light again. All fears and doubts receded. Even though it seemed strange, it didn’t bother me.

– How are you? He stepped closer and sat next to her, crossing his legs at the ankles. Michaelis was not afraid to sit on the very edge. It was as if he didn’t know the feeling of fear at all.

I sighed. For some reason, I wanted to share my experiences and thoughts, but it’s stupid to dump everything on a person you hardly know. He was sitting very close and I could smell the incredible scent from his hair. Something subtly familiar and so dear, as if from childhood, warm and cozy.

“You can share your feelings with me,” he said calmly and seemed to trigger some kind of lever in me.

“I almost got hit by a car today, due to my own inattention,” I began. – A moment before the collision, I felt like someone was pulling me out from under the wheels. Such a strange feeling. But no one was around. And that’s how it might seem. Yes, but I clearly felt how my jacket was pulled, – I rolled my eyes. “We’re kind of taught magic here,” I nodded at the textbook. – And it feels like I’ll either get schizophrenic or… I don’t know. Maybe I’m overthinking this?

– So it’s important to you, Elizabeth.

I didn’t show how everything inside me turned to stone at the mention of my real name. Michaelis did not seem to pay attention to this, continuing his thought.

“Perhaps you were not destined to die that day. The world is more complicated and simpler than any of us can imagine. What is an incredible set of circumstances for one person may be just a job for someone else.

Michaelis shook his head from side to side.

“You should rest,” he finished softly. I agreed. Almost leaving the roof, I turned around and could have sworn that I saw subtle wings behind Michaelis. Six wings.

– Second chapter-

At the very least

Angels are not indifferent executors of the will of God;

they “rejoice over every penitent sinner”

OK. 15:10, that is, they are sincerely interested that the will of God be carried out;

Angelic beings live in our time

(they cannot look into the future or travel from here to the past)

and limited by our space.

– Mom, pour me some tea, please, – Michael smiled charmingly. The woman, not hiding her disposition, began to hastily pour tea into mugs, but noticing the sadness in the guy’s eyes, she sympathetically asked:

– Have a fight?!

– I went too far… I’m constantly jealous, I can’t help myself, – he admitted. – I know it’s my fault. Got pissed off by accident.

Nodding, he took a sip of his cup of tea.

“Well, don’t touch her yet, it will cool down, later and make peace,” the woman smiled sympathetically. She, like many, liked Michael and she appreciated the directness in his words and actions. Knowing also the parents of a teenager, the woman created a positive image.

He shook his head and asked:

– What kind of tea? I’m too calm.

– It’s melissa with chamomile. Chamomile is soothing. I dry it on purpose. The only thing that helps me calmly fill out accounting reports and go to parent-teacher meetings.

– I left, I’ll take a walk with my girlfriends, – Elizabeth muttered angrily, deliberately ignoring Michael.

“Don’t forget the scarf, you’ll catch a cold,” the guy reminded him carefully, looking at the girl with loving eyes and knowing that just a little bit the girl catches a cold and gets sick.

“I’ll figure it out without you,” she snapped.

“Yes,” Mom slammed her hand on the table. – She wrapped herself in a scarf to the very tonsils. And you let’s gnaw chamomile.

With a displeased snort, Elizabeth still wound the charm over the collar of her jacket.

– And call when you get home, – the guy looked at his watch, realizing that the anger at him had not yet gone. It was time for him to get ready, in the evening he needed to help his mother around the house and solve more problems, preparing for the future exam.

Elizabeth ignored him and ran away. Emotionally slapping his open palm with his fist, Michael noticed that the chamomile still works. It was only at home that he found a package with herbs and instructions for use in his backpack – his mother Elizabeth carefully wrapped daisies for him. She also called him, saying that her daughter had come home and was visiting Svetka. Sincerely thanking, the guy calmly started preparing for the exams. Matters of the heart are important, but it was not worth abandoning your studies either.

– Chapter 3-

Monday kids

Seraphim surround the throne of the Lord,

protect it, praise the Lord with their songs.

The main duty of the Cherubim is to guide people to the faith.

Cherubim stand at the gates of paradise. They have more than one

and immediately four faces looking in four directions:

human, eagle, bull and lion

The couple seemed to drag on longer than usual. Perhaps due to the fact that I spent the weekend reading the ill-fated textbook, I was bored at the lecture today. Until now, it all seemed like nonsense. Starting with wings. I was afraid to ask myself the main question, realizing that this could be the beginning of my mental disorders (or their continuation). I even started taking motherwort, hoping that it would help, but realizing that I saw what I saw. And I didn’t want to go into deep thought.

Batiushka talked about the peculiarities of religions, about faith. Lots of stuff. I listened with curiosity and some sadness. All this is surreal… I like to believe in what could be seen, touched, made an evil “bite” in the end. But… what will change? I still didn’t know all my classmates. Faces flashed and seemed to merge into one incomprehensible spot. I also sat alone. No one tried to establish communication with me, just as I did not pester anyone with questions. Only Vosmyachkin stubbornly offered his help in studying one or another subject. He often took notes from me and always found something to complain about. It seemed to be his way of starting a dialogue with me. I tried to treat such a manifestation of attention in my direction calmly and even condescendingly, because the rest of the stream stubbornly ignored Dimka, showing his disdain.

I shook my head.

The next day was no better or worse than the previous one. But it seemed to me that I would never get used to this vain capital. She made me sad and misunderstood. Michaelis still spent evenings with me on the roof. She didn’t understand why he was so upset. Basically, he preferred to silently look into the distance. Sometimes he started talking. And I was not clear. An ordinary guy, he was looking for himself in seclusion. I never saw him at the university. He never spoke about his studies. Wings, however, no longer seemed to be.

And I enjoyed spending time with him. Again and again. He did not like to talk about himself, diverting the dialogue to the side. I didn’t insist.

I don’t know what I was looking for in Michaelis, but for some reason I felt comfortable with him.

Sometimes I went to the pool, relaxed and just loved to think… about the eternal. Rarely has anyone been here. I liked being able to swim alone. Once I accidentally turned off the light. But it was great. Light poured into small windows under the very ceiling, bizarrely reflected from the tiles, it found its place in a silvery glow in the water surface, rustling and shimmering with sparks. An amazing sight.

The next evening, having splashed enough, I went to the shower room, and from there to the locker room. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Short, skinny. Perhaps too thin, looks sickly and even anorexic. Medium length hair. Well, although the shade is closer to ashen than to gold, the truth is that this does not save me from hackneyed jokes about the mental abilities of blondes, sadly.