Pavel Komarnitsky
Far from the earth
© Komarnitsky P.S., 2017
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House of the Eternal Sun
The sky shone with a barely perceptible gentle blue, gathering at its zenith. Throwing her head, Illea took a deep breath, drawing in the crystal clear mountain air. Only here, in the polar mountains, the sky is so unrealistically blue. Nowhere else. Even at the highest mountain peaks in the Sultry Belt, the sky looks normal - white, shining like a well-polished aluminum plate. Such a huge plate, overturned over the world ...
And only here, near the very pole, the sun is invariably affectionate and there is never darkness. House of Eternal Light ... For more than six thousand days and nights, he stands here on a flat top. And before that, according to the chronicles, there was a primitive temple, rooted in unimaginable antiquity ...
Leaning on the parapet, the girl looked around the landscape. Yeah ... impressive, nothing to argue. Multi-colored fangs of rocks sticking out of a carpet of lush greenery, silver veins of mountain rivers, waterfalls shining with rainbows ... Then everything drowned in a haze that shone frantically in the direction where the sun was hiding near the horizon.
I wonder what is the visibility here ... thirty thousand steps? or still twenty? I forgot, it’s necessary, but I still taught at school ... In any case, it’s unlikely that somewhere else you can easily see a whole region like this. In the Belt of Heat, everything is drowning in the haze already three to five thousand steps, and nothing about the Belt of the Winds and there is nothing to say ... It is not for nothing that pilgrims flock here with all the huge Inomé - delight is guaranteed ...
- Hello, Illea!
The girl turned around.
- Hello, Inmune!
The young man who appeared on the survey gallery of the House of the Eternal Sun was dressed much lighter than the girl - on that one at least there was at least some dress, though leaving her breasts open, not to mention the legs, since the hem of the robe was two narrow panels, descending from the very waist, front and rear reaching to the knees. Unlike a friend, the entire costume of the said Inmoon consisted of some unthinkable flower, obviously artificial, held in some kind of ingenious way on the genitals, serving as a shelter. The young man approached the girl and without the slightest embarrassment pulled her to him, holding her by the waist.
- M ... Leave me alone, Inmune, not a place and not a time ... - the girl licked her lips, washing off a juicy kiss.
- Always a place and time. You are my bride, almost a wife.
“The bride is not a wife yet,” wagging her pace, she finally freed herself from the hands of the impudent guy. - If anyone sees what they think about our upbringing?
- Nonsense, a little envy and forget. As it says in one ancient book: "The body of a man serves to carry the head, the body of the girl is created for affection." And as beautiful as yours, I think, for continuous caresses.
- Big cheeky and small smoothie! - she laughed. - Who else is invited to the audience?
“They didn't tell me.” They only said that the Most Honorable is inviting for an important conversation.
“But do you know what this will be about?” - the girl again leaned on the parapet.
“I can only guess.” You, however, could also. Do you know that the inhabitants of Innuru have already entered space?
- Of course, of course. Listen, such funny rattles ...
“I apologize for intruding on your conversation,” another character appeared in the gallery, a middle-aged man with a fairly strong build. Unlike Inmoon, a luxuriously embroidered apron served as his robe. “The most respectable will be freed now, so please prepare.” Go to the front desk, young people.
All three walked quickly through the gallery, turned onto a narrow staircase leading down. In the courtyard the size of a good city square, fountains roared. It’s necessary, an extraneous thought flashed at Illea, for six thousand days already, and nothing, the ancient hydraulic rams have been working ... flawlessly and tirelessly raise water from the waterfall here, to the residence of the Patriarch ...
In the reception, painted with gilding and bright frescoes, a visitor languished in anticipation - a middle-aged man in an apron, no less luxurious than that of the guide, who had brought a guy and a girl here. Closing his eyes, he relaxedly rested in an oval hoop, slanted obliquely to the floor, hanging in the air, not leaning on anything. In the corner behind the desk was a girl with a tight tail of hair tied in a ponytail that was pitch black. The secretary smartly moved her fingers over the countertop, looking at the text glowing right in the air.
- The venerable Nollan! - the guy and the girl simultaneously crouched in a greeting curtsy.
- A! My brave students! - sitting in the grab chair, opened his eyes, smiling affably. - However, I had to guess myself ...
“Have a seat,” the adjutant nodded to the loose hoops-chairs. “I will report to the Most Honorable One now.”
I had to wait quite a bit.
- Ask! - the adjutant leaned out of the door. - All three, please!
In the vast office reigned coolness and pleasant diffused light. The Most Honorable himself was sitting at his workplace in the gravitational chair.
“Oh, venerable Haseham!” - all three crouched in a curtsy.
- Greetings, greetings, dear ones. You probably already know why I took the liberty of tearing you all away from your important affairs?
“We guess, Honest One,” the senior teammate, Nollan, answered.
- Yes, yes, that's right. Aborigines Innuru still got to space. While they are marking time in low orbits, but, apparently, it will end literally just about. Therefore, we must immediately take this sphere of their activity under our vigilant control.
The patriarch made a significant pause.
- Be that as it may, our incognito should certainly be preserved. With any development of events. I would like to hear the opinion of specialists on this issue.
Baby prank
“... Well, haven't you changed your mind?” Or brought binoculars right away? - Borka, with his hands in his pockets, smiled impudently.
“My binoculars will remain with me.” And let's cook the cassette players!
- Ha! Brave while it's light. Come on, move it!
I just jerked my shoulder, not wanting to enter into further empty wrangles, turned and walked toward the gate that signified the entrance to the cemetery. The fight with the seconds stomped from behind with their smashed-apart sneakers, so that it was possible to distinguish the step from the right and left legs. The right one is a shock, the left one is a screw ... probably the sole is about to fall off ... It would be nice if our Boryusik fell off and hobbled back ... that’s how it’s harmful to him ...
Fresh graves ran out, and immediately evening thickened around. Trees in this old part of the cemetery, between grave fences, were no worse than trees in the present forest, and slanting pre-sunset rays could not break through the tightly closed crowns - the leaf fall had just entered into its own rights, and only a few purplish-yellow leaves lay under your feet. And the graves themselves around have changed. Instead of monotonously dull iron pyramids and parallelepipeds, marble slabs and entire sculptures piled around, stone crosses stuck here and there. Our cemetery is generally very ancient, almost from the time of Pushkin, and here, in this far corner, even before the revolution, all merchants of the first guild and counties were buried ... well, different bourgeois. Peasants and workers tortured by those bourgeois were also buried, of course, but away. Only there almost nothing resembled a cemetery, even the graves could not be made out among the lushly overgrown bushes. Workers and peasants in tsarist times could not put up marble monuments, and wooden crosses have long decayed.
Thickets finally parted, and before us appeared the church - the ancient one, with broken windows and a torn roof tent. A hefty gap was seen in the side of the building. My grandfather once told me that already before the war, in the forty-first, they decided to ruin this temple of God in order to save the liberated people from the priest's dope. And even they kind of wanted to blow up in a fit of heat. They allocated explosives to the Komsomol members, but only they partly used it - to kill the fish in the backwaters. So there wasn’t enough residue to bring down the chapel, only a hole was made in the wall. And then bam - war. Well, not until the ruin of the churches at once became ...
“Is it good here?” - I stopped at the ornate cast-iron fence, which had almost lost its traces of painting and was very rusty - to see, relatives had not visited the deceased for a long time. Behind the fence, in a lush thicket of grass, there was a massive gravestone made of pure white marble, and from the rickety bas-relief monument the face of some general ... and maybe the count, was sternly looking. In any case, the half-erased letters on the monument could no longer be dismantled without a lantern.
The sky shone with a barely perceptible gentle blue, gathering at its zenith. Throwing her head, Illea took a deep breath, drawing in the crystal clear mountain air. Only here, in the polar mountains, the sky is so unrealistically blue. Nowhere else. Even at the highest mountain peaks in the Sultry Belt, the sky looks normal - white, shining like a well-polished aluminum plate. Such a huge plate, overturned over the world ...
And only here, near the very pole, the sun is invariably affectionate and there is never darkness. House of Eternal Light ... For more than six thousand days and nights, he stands here on a flat top. And before that, according to the chronicles, there was a primitive temple, rooted in unimaginable antiquity ...
Leaning on the parapet, the girl looked around the landscape. Yeah ... impressive, nothing to argue. Multi-colored fangs of rocks sticking out of a carpet of lush greenery, silver veins of mountain rivers, waterfalls shining with rainbows ... Then everything drowned in a haze that shone frantically in the direction where the sun was hiding near the horizon.
I wonder what is the visibility here ... thirty thousand steps? or still twenty? I forgot, it’s necessary, but I still taught at school ... In any case, it’s unlikely that somewhere else you can easily see a whole region like this. In the Belt of Heat, everything is drowning in the haze already three to five thousand steps, and nothing about the Belt of the Winds and there is nothing to say ... It is not for nothing that pilgrims flock here with all the huge Inomé - delight is guaranteed ...
- Hello, Illea!
The girl turned around.
- Hello, Inmune!
The young man who appeared on the survey gallery of the House of the Eternal Sun was dressed much lighter than the girl - on that one at least there was at least some dress, though leaving her breasts open, not to mention the legs, since the hem of the robe was two narrow panels, descending from the very waist, front and rear reaching to the knees. Unlike a friend, the entire costume of the said Inmoon consisted of some unthinkable flower, obviously artificial, held in some kind of ingenious way on the genitals, serving as a shelter. The young man approached the girl and without the slightest embarrassment pulled her to him, holding her by the waist.
- M ... Leave me alone, Inmune, not a place and not a time ... - the girl licked her lips, washing off a juicy kiss.
- Always a place and time. You are my bride, almost a wife.
“The bride is not a wife yet,” wagging her pace, she finally freed herself from the hands of the impudent guy. - If anyone sees what they think about our upbringing?
- Nonsense, a little envy and forget. As it says in one ancient book: "The body of a man serves to carry the head, the body of the girl is created for affection." And as beautiful as yours, I think, for continuous caresses.
- Big cheeky and small smoothie! - she laughed. - Who else is invited to the audience?
“They didn't tell me.” They only said that the Most Honorable is inviting for an important conversation.
“But do you know what this will be about?” - the girl again leaned on the parapet.
“I can only guess.” You, however, could also. Do you know that the inhabitants of Innuru have already entered space?
- Of course, of course. Listen, such funny rattles ...
“I apologize for intruding on your conversation,” another character appeared in the gallery, a middle-aged man with a fairly strong build. Unlike Inmoon, a luxuriously embroidered apron served as his robe. “The most respectable will be freed now, so please prepare.” Go to the front desk, young people.
All three walked quickly through the gallery, turned onto a narrow staircase leading down. In the courtyard the size of a good city square, fountains roared. It’s necessary, an extraneous thought flashed at Illea, for six thousand days already, and nothing, the ancient hydraulic rams have been working ... flawlessly and tirelessly raise water from the waterfall here, to the residence of the Patriarch ...
In the reception, painted with gilding and bright frescoes, a visitor languished in anticipation - a middle-aged man in an apron, no less luxurious than that of the guide, who had brought a guy and a girl here. Closing his eyes, he relaxedly rested in an oval hoop, slanted obliquely to the floor, hanging in the air, not leaning on anything. In the corner behind the desk was a girl with a tight tail of hair tied in a ponytail that was pitch black. The secretary smartly moved her fingers over the countertop, looking at the text glowing right in the air.
- The venerable Nollan! - the guy and the girl simultaneously crouched in a greeting curtsy.
- A! My brave students! - sitting in the grab chair, opened his eyes, smiling affably. - However, I had to guess myself ...
“Have a seat,” the adjutant nodded to the loose hoops-chairs. “I will report to the Most Honorable One now.”
I had to wait quite a bit.
- Ask! - the adjutant leaned out of the door. - All three, please!
In the vast office reigned coolness and pleasant diffused light. The Most Honorable himself was sitting at his workplace in the gravitational chair.
“Oh, venerable Haseham!” - all three crouched in a curtsy.
- Greetings, greetings, dear ones. You probably already know why I took the liberty of tearing you all away from your important affairs?
“We guess, Honest One,” the senior teammate, Nollan, answered.
- Yes, yes, that's right. Aborigines Innuru still got to space. While they are marking time in low orbits, but, apparently, it will end literally just about. Therefore, we must immediately take this sphere of their activity under our vigilant control.
The patriarch made a significant pause.
- Be that as it may, our incognito should certainly be preserved. With any development of events. I would like to hear the opinion of specialists on this issue.
Baby prank
“... Well, haven't you changed your mind?” Or brought binoculars right away? - Borka, with his hands in his pockets, smiled impudently.
“My binoculars will remain with me.” And let's cook the cassette players!
- Ha! Brave while it's light. Come on, move it!
I just jerked my shoulder, not wanting to enter into further empty wrangles, turned and walked toward the gate that signified the entrance to the cemetery. The fight with the seconds stomped from behind with their smashed-apart sneakers, so that it was possible to distinguish the step from the right and left legs. The right one is a shock, the left one is a screw ... probably the sole is about to fall off ... It would be nice if our Boryusik fell off and hobbled back ... that’s how it’s harmful to him ...
Fresh graves ran out, and immediately evening thickened around. Trees in this old part of the cemetery, between grave fences, were no worse than trees in the present forest, and slanting pre-sunset rays could not break through the tightly closed crowns - the leaf fall had just entered into its own rights, and only a few purplish-yellow leaves lay under your feet. And the graves themselves around have changed. Instead of monotonously dull iron pyramids and parallelepipeds, marble slabs and entire sculptures piled around, stone crosses stuck here and there. Our cemetery is generally very ancient, almost from the time of Pushkin, and here, in this far corner, even before the revolution, all merchants of the first guild and counties were buried ... well, different bourgeois. Peasants and workers tortured by those bourgeois were also buried, of course, but away. Only there almost nothing resembled a cemetery, even the graves could not be made out among the lushly overgrown bushes. Workers and peasants in tsarist times could not put up marble monuments, and wooden crosses have long decayed.
Thickets finally parted, and before us appeared the church - the ancient one, with broken windows and a torn roof tent. A hefty gap was seen in the side of the building. My grandfather once told me that already before the war, in the forty-first, they decided to ruin this temple of God in order to save the liberated people from the priest's dope. And even they kind of wanted to blow up in a fit of heat. They allocated explosives to the Komsomol members, but only they partly used it - to kill the fish in the backwaters. So there wasn’t enough residue to bring down the chapel, only a hole was made in the wall. And then bam - war. Well, not until the ruin of the churches at once became ...
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Title: Far from Earth
About the book “Far from the Earth” Pavel Komarnitsky
Accidents are not accidental ... The protagonist of the book "Far from the Earth" was able to verify this. The famous Russian science fiction writer Pavel Komarnitsky once again pleases his readers with a new space novel against the background of the former Soviet Union.
The protagonist of the work Anton could not even imagine that the story that happened to him in childhood could change his whole life in the future. When he was fourteen, he was a brave guy, because only a brave boy would decide to spend the night in the cemetery to prove to his friends that he was not a coward. Anton did not believe in spirits or the risen dead who wander around the cemetery at night, but what he saw there could shock even an adult. Between the graves wandered a girl in a white robe. It was Vera's Venusian ... What happened that night? How do those events relate to his future? You can read in the book.
Pavel Komarnitsky proved himself to be a very talented author. He worked well all the smallest details in order to create an intrigue that will captivate the reader and keep attention throughout the story. Reading the work, we seem to plunge into the past, where every little detail evokes nostalgic memories of the Soviet era, when the great state did not survive the collapse and the GKB was a powerful institution. So, against the backdrop of retro scenery, the author suggests that we plunge into a romantic story that has passed through time and was not afraid of any obstacles and distance.
Ten years have passed. Anton became an engineer at the Scientific Production Institute, which is engaged in the construction of space interplanetary stations. He also participated in the Vega project, which was directly controlled by the KGB. The young scientific engineer could not imagine that the meeting at the cemetery was not accidental and he would have to remember that mysterious girl in order to save the future of his state ... Who was this Veila? Why did the future of the great Soviet Union depend on it?
Pavel Komarnitsky perfectly described cosmic romanticism of that time. We see how people’s interest in space research is developing, how their priority is growing. The main characters are described very well. They are alive and real. You believe them and worry about them. They face difficulties and find the strength to resist them. It was very pleasant to watch the development of relations between Anton and Veila.
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September 1974 Soviet Union…
Fourteen-year-old Anton argued with friends that he would spend the night at the Kuntsevsky cemetery, chained himself to a grave fence. He does not believe in the living dead, but when he sees a white figure wandering between the graves, he hardly restrains himself from a wild cry ...
Ten years later, Anton is a freshly baked engineer who works at the Scientific-Production Association named after Lavochkina, where they are building interplanetary stations. Anton is one of the participants in the legendary Vega project, supervised by the State Security Committee. Romantic space exploration and does not suspect that a mysterious meeting in the cemetery, which he had long forgotten, and his work are connected in a very direct way. And that the future of the USSR depends on whether Anton will be able to remember the girl with the mysterious name of Weil ...
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