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Lilith took off her wet dress and left it on the floor.
The shower washed her from the salt, the pillow and the sheet gave her coolness and peace. Lilith fell asleep and had a dream.
Lolita dreamed of an old man from the beach. True, the old man's clothes were different, and his hair was longer, but it was just one to one. In a dream, the old man, or how invisible interlocutors addressed the old man, Elder Yuelao, was in a strange place.
The ground under the old man's feet was silvery, and the air was full of dust, also silvery. The dust hung thick as fog. Where the elder was, the dust thinned, but the rest of the creatures that were next to the elder were not clearly visible. Lola peered with all her might, trying to make out the objects that lay at the feet of the old man.
Then, when the fog parted for a second, Lilith saw two things. On the surface, full of silvery dust, lay two items: a bag and a book. At first glance, there was nothing special about the items. However, if you look closely, it became clear that the book, like the bag, is constantly changing. To the beat of someone's unknown breathing, the book and the bag either increased in size or decreased.
The old man called out to someone, an invisible interlocutor brought a huge hourglass and carefully placed it. Silver dust rose. The old man waited for a few seconds, probably, he needed the dust to fall completely, and then stared at the hourglass. It was felt that the old man took the problem of time very seriously. As soon as the last grain of sand fell, the old man picked up the book.
An invisible assistant placed a small table in front of the old man. The book that the old man placed on the table immediately increased in size. Everything is quiet. The breath of an invisible creature no longer controlled the size of the book. Opening the book, the old man looked around. Something was troubling him.
However, time passed. The hourglass was already turned upside down and did not give the old man the opportunity to sit still. The leaf of the book that the old man opened was blank. The wind picked up, throwing weightless grains into the air. The old man began to cough. Invisible hands drummed on the old man's back. The cough has stopped. The old man made a sound. Lilith thought they were words of gratitude. The wind stopped as suddenly as it started.
The elder turned his gaze back to the page of the book. Now the sheet was filled with signs. These signs only remotely resembled hieroglyphs. For several minutes the old man carefully read the text of the book. After that, he clapped his hands. An invisible hand placed a new object in the hands of the old man.
The item looked like a seal. The servant scooped up handfuls of silver dust and spread it evenly across the tabletop. As the dust settled in a thin layer, the table began to increase in size. When the book that was on the table began to seem no bigger than an insect, the old man finally began to act.
He applied the seal. When he took the seal away from the surface, he became visible imprint. The print showed a male face. The dust kicked up again, and a servant stopped in front of the old man. He submitted a second seal. The second impression showed the woman's face.
The old man nodded in satisfaction. After that, the surface around the old man took on its former appearance. The table was removed, the seals were hidden, and the book took its place at the old man's feet. The servant turned the clock again. After waiting for the allotted time, the elder cautiously clapped his hands.
The one who approached the old man this time did not resemble the silhouette that Lola had seen before. The figure was wearing a cloak around which silver dust swirled. The figure resembled a woman, but still, in the whole appearance of the elder's invisible helper, there was something wrong.
The woman, so as not to be confused, let's conditionally call the second figure a woman, leaned over and with difficulty picked up the second object lying on the silvery surface of the earth. The old man helped the woman. The fog suddenly parted, and Lali saw that it was indeed a bag.
Soon the sack took its place on the old man's lap. Judging by the difficulty with which the woman lifted the sack, it could be assumed that the sack was filled with stones or ingots of gold. However, when the old man opened the bag, Lali let out a surprised sigh.
The bag was full of red threads. The threads were laid out in pairs and fastened together. The elder took out two threads that lay closest to the surface, but something did not satisfy him, and he threw the threads back into the bag. The second pair of threads, the third, the old man took out and took out the threads, but what he was looking for was not in the bag. Or the elder just hasn't found what he was looking for yet.
Putting the threads back into the bag, the old man let out a growl. Silvery dust swirled, and shadows lined up in front of the old man. Lilith tried to count those who stood in front of the old man, but then she realized that this was a hopeless case. The shadows kept moving.
The old man made another sound. The shadows stopped moving randomly. The figure in the silvery cloak, obeying the sign of the elder, bent down and, picking up full handfuls of silvery dust, threw this dust in the direction of the shadowy figures. After a few minutes, the shadows gained volume.
They stopped moving randomly. Now the silver wind had no power over them. The old man turned over the bag, and the red threads fell straight into the silvery dust. The figures rushed to help the old man. They sorted through the threads, but what the old man was looking for, nevertheless, was not among the threads. However, the fact that there were no necessary threads was immediately evident. Each pair of threads had its own shade. But the rainbow of shades was torn, the threads of a certain shade were missing.
Of course, all the threads were red, but the red color of the threads had its own, and only its own, shade. The hue of the threads varied from pale pink to purplish red. The old man hissed. He didn't need any more help. A silvery whirlwind swirled around the bag. After some time, the bag took on its original appearance.
However, the figures were in no hurry to turn into shadows again. On the contrary, they have gained even greater density. And the figures found voices. The dispute began. The elder grimaced, but did not interrupt the speakers. After listening to everyone, he summed up.
Then everyone sat down cross-legged. They made a circle. The elder stood in the middle of the circle and sat down on the cards. His knees cracked like they did on the beach. Slamming the soft dust, he caused it to shoot up. Dust hung, creating a screen. The old man snapped his fingers. An image appeared on the screen. It grew in size.
Suddenly Lilith went cold, she recognized the thing that she saw now. On the screen was the same ceramic thing that Lolita knocked over. Remember the story with which I began my story about Lilith?
Well, remember!
That morning, Lola was greedy, bought too much goods in Chinese stores, was tired and did not notice what was under her feet. And under her feet were all sorts of small antiques that a strange seller sold right on the ground.
Lali then almost broke one of these things. She had to pay a lot of money, but she became the owner of a porcelain vase with a broken rim.
Now this vase was waiting for its owner in Vladivostok. Every morning, Lilith took pearl beads out of the vase, and every evening again, she put them in the vase. Now, on the dust screen, Lola saw this very vase. However, the vase that everyone present was staring at now was still intact. The surface of the vase was covered with hieroglyphs. The old man snapped his fingers again. The hieroglyphs separated from the surface of the vase and changed places. The figures applauded!
There was a noise. The elder looked triumphantly at his assistants and nodded with satisfaction. After that, the hieroglyphs again took their usual place on the ceramic surface of the vase. Then the old man passed his hand again and the dust screen crumbled. It became quiet. The old man looked at the figures, the figures turned to the old man.
The pause dragged on. Finally, the one who was now in the form of a woman coughed delicately. The old man nodded graciously. The woman went somewhere, and then returned. She was gone for quite some time. All this time there was silence. The woman returned and approached the old man.
Looking into his eyes, she made a clear sound, like a line from a song. The elder raised his hand to stroke the woman on the head, but she suddenly recoiled. After that, the old man looked at his hand and slowly lowered it.
The woman pulled a box from her sleeve. Putting the box on the ground, she blew. The box grew before our eyes. She was green. After waiting until the box reached the size of a small chest, the woman threw back the lid. The old man walked over to the chest and bent over its contents. Finally, he made a sound of surprise.
The figures crowded uncertainly around the chest. Someone wanted to get a thing from the chest, but the woman hissed a warning! The figures immediately recoiled. The old man hesitated, but also moved away. The woman leaned over the chest and began to throw out everything that was in it. Finally she lifted the chest over her head and knocked it over.
Two objects fell into the silver dust. Faster than lightning, the woman rushed to the objects. She was afraid not to find these items if they fell into the silver mist. After that, the woman went up to the old man and unclenched her fist. There were two rings in the fist. Two green jade rings.
The old man looked into the woman's eyes for a long time, and then nodded his head. The woman passed her hand over the chest. Soon the green box lay before her again. The woman kissed each of the rings with unusual tenderness and put them into the box. After that, she went back to the old man and gave the casket to him.
Tears ran down the woman's invisible face, leaving silvery trails. The old man took the casket and, having untied the sack of threads, carefully lowered the casket into it. Suddenly, the old man turned sharply and looked directly into Lola's eyes.
Lolita felt embarrassed, as if she saw something that was not intended for her. Blinking, she wiped her tears from nowhere. When she looked back at the old man, there was no one in front of her. Only the silvery rain drew unknown letters before her.
Waking up in the morning, Lilith could not come to her senses for a long time. The dream was so real, it seemed to the woman that she still felt the silvery dust particles that clogged her nose and throat. The woman thought for a long time about the red threads that lay in the bag of the moon old man.
“What is it, it turns out,” indignantlyLilith murmured to herself, - does it mean that there are no threads that are intended for me and my betrothed? How is it that threads are prepared for all lovers, but what about me? But what about the man who is meant for me and only me? What, now I have to live alone all my life?
Then Lali came up with another thought. She thought that probably the red threads were already once tied to her leg as well.
A few years ago, Lilith read a story similar to the one she saw in her dream today. This story told that if a man and a woman are meant for each other, then they will definitely meet.
Red threads that are tied to the ankles of a man and a woman, interconnected. No matter how far a man and a woman are from each other, the threads will surely connect them. Threads can stretch, tangle, but they will never break.
Of course, if we assume that Lilith and the one who was destined for her had already met sometime in past lives, then it is understandable why the old man did not find the threads in the bag. But then it is completely incomprehensible what significance jade rings have in this story, and, moreover, here is a vase that Lilith brought from the city of Hunchun. However, Lily soon got tired of thinking that did not lead to anything.Рукопись полностью по этой ссылке http://proza.ru/2022/03/22/197