Тимур Джафарович Агаев
The Universe of Nothing (collection)
Love in pieces
And we are ready to fight,
We are ready to live,
Our heads will not waver,
When there is something to cherish.
And it seemed that you could apologize,
But then he won't let you go
Our past…
It's such a strange feeling… Love for the country. This is not love for people, not love for a "special mentality", not love for any government or government, regime… This is love for the country itself. To its history, to its culture, language, and law. This is love for her flag and coat of arms, love for her faith. And faith, blind and firm faith in her individuality and uniqueness. I wasn't born in a Chariot, but I've lived and grown up here since I was a child. And in my opinion, the homeland is chosen – the homeland is the place that sheltered us, gave us a home, showed that you also have a life. And then you let the Motherland know that it is not alone and forever lives in your heart. You develop its economy, develop its culture, invest in the country and know for sure that future generations will appreciate your contribution. Or at least that's what you believe.
Alexander was at the headquarters. News of more and more terrorist attacks was flying around the city. Separatist forces enter the city. The very moment when the ground feels cold under your feet and your feet feel like hot lava. My hands were shaking. What will happen? Nikolai hadn't returned to his workplace in six hours. It seems that something happened, but it was scary to take any action.
In the morning, this city was also taken. The branch fell under the onslaught of the separatists and they took up positions in it. Human Police forces tried to get the survivors out, but it wasn't easy. Sasha tried to help the civilians to the last, until one of the stray bullets pierced his head …
Having captured several major cities, the separatist leader finally became known to the public. He was a bald, middle-aged man, wearing a black raincoat and with scars all over his body. He called himself Lord Snow. It seems that this was due to the fact that he had the call sign Snizhny even before he headed the separatist forces.
The news spread all over the Earth. In the same tape, at the same time, some of the researchers claimed that a new continent was found outside the well-known Earth (full name: the Continent of the Surviving Earth). It was claimed that there were no people on it yet… Hence, there were no wars yet…
Well, people quickly rushed to bring them there. Already dividing legally new territories among themselves, the workers assembled shuttles on which colonists landed in new territories and founded new settlements. Has history started anew? Who needs these papers when there may be people with guns on that continent…
Under the rubble
"Who are you?" What race? The red-haired girl stared at the bear-sized man in the spacesuit. He was part of the separatist forces in the service of Lord Snow. These forces have recently occupied the city of Vetka, in the Republic of Chariot.
The man stared blankly at the girl. As they say, like a "dead" look. Who knows what he saw in battle.
"What's your name?" – for some reason, the girl was very interested in this representative of the orc race. At the very least, it was strange to her what other races were doing in a human force. Do the separatists, and Snizhne in particular, really not care? Although, most likely it is.
He said it with the same inflection.
"And the name?"
The girl started to get angry: "Does he not understand me?"
"That's the name. the man replied.
"And the race?"
"An orc.
Apparently, there wasn't much intelligence in this orc. All right, an orc named orc. So be it. In any case, it was necessary to get out from under the rubble. Although after such an impact from space, it is unlikely that there, behind these debris, something does not look like ruins and dust.
The Orc took Maria's hand and pulled her to her feet.
Seeing that the girl was injured and crippled, the Orc took her by the shoulder and dragged her along. It wasn't even debris, but a whole burrow of it. There were sounds everywhere, voices, and sometimes shouts from very far away. She hoped she wasn't imagining it and that she wasn't crazy. But if this is all real, then there are a lot of such burrows here, and there are wounded and survivors everywhere, who are gradually making ends meet…
After getting out, Orc and Maria looked around. The branch looked even worse than it had been before. It could hardly be called a city now.
I had to find food.
Twig, once a vibrant and vibrant city, was now completely submerged in darkness and destruction, like a living thing dying under the weight of a heavenly blow. Buildings that once soared proudly upwardhave collapsed, their twisted structures resembling skeletons of long-gone monsters. In their shadows roam the still-healed survivors-ghosts looking for food and shelter.
Through the rubble of the streets, you can hear the sound of feet treading carefully on glass and concrete. These people are not just victims of the disaster, but also evidence of unquenchable hope, their eyes full of determination. The life of the city has finally moved into their hearts and they are ready to fight and build their city anew. And they will succeed if the sky becomes clear and peaceful again…
The sky is filled with clouds of smoke as shuttles circle, flashing blue and orange lights overhead. The shuttles evacuated children and the wounded, as well as, in principle, all comers on a first-come, first-served basis. But few people agreed to leave their hometown, even in spite of everything that is happening, Inthe country, divided and wounded, still creates its own history.
