Wanted by the Holocaust

                Syomochka Fisher was an amateur of the Holocaust; he, with all his Hebrew reverence, paid tribute to the named monster, which made from him a half-human, and the most part of a twenty-four-hours-day thanks to the broken at some its site nerves a half-coward. But Fischer Syomochka lived. One, or one with the four walls, understanding full well that walls will not be members of your family, this inability of them  –  the inability to be your family, the Hebrew Fisher guessed at the same time as the human Semyon Fisher. No! Semyon can be a human, but the ending in his full name, in every sense the ending, «Fischer» refutes human`s in him. Who` `is he? He is a son of a Hebrewess. Who will further ask questions? After all, in the fact that he is a son of a Hebrewess there is everything about him. It is like the most complete encyclopedia. Who when do investigates the circumstances of a thoroughbred he-dog, if it is immediately obvious that he is purebred? Or is that not the case in today's world? And the world is certainly today`s or yesterday`s? Is not it that time traveler who happens to be in yesterday and today at the same time? Indeed, as the burning in form of dry meat leaves in the gas fire Hebrews of the Third Reich thought ( although they burned exactly because they were not allowed to be part of it ), it is probably simpler to find the world of tomorrow in the slipping away material substance than to draw a line of some kind of separation between today's world of the Bonfire and yesterday's world of their social well-being ( and the first among people time traveler will most likely be a Hebrew!  –  or he already exists and this is Syomochka Fisher, persistently traveling into the past... ). But this is only an image of Fischer's reflection or of speech of the author  –  those Hebrews did not think: they were already semi-smoke, their existence on this earth was finished down. There it was the memory`s exist beginning.
                So for what did one of them turn back into flesh? So that into flesh, having passed through a chimney back, they all turn, of its kind an repatriation of the dead to their original homeland, into the living?  –  and he is only the first martlet of the trial launch?
                Today is the sky above the earth the same or has it been replaced by another, more reliable one?.. although even that sky, over the Hebrew woman Fischer and her colleagues in death, for others reliable remained. There were no dark signs observed in it, if one does not take for such a sign a slight increase in the amount of smoke going into it. The sky over Hebrews was erased, having placed a smoke accepting collector in its place. Exactly there from the Egyptian captivity of the German concentration camps without Moses, but having received the guaranteeing the right road German ( and at the same time of other nations that did not spare indifference for the Hebrews ) blessing, were departed by earthly parcels, instantly turning into cries-out of pure spirit, Hebrews, Hebrews, Hebrews, Hebrews. It was the resettlement of the people from earth to heaven. The land is not the Promised one, but spacious. The promised not by an accidental met god, by the leadership of the naturally flourishing out Third  –  the strongest  –  Reich. Nothing got to stand in their way, there were no air obstacles met to their caravan of death, in the sky for a smoke there are no barriers. As there are none of them at all between life and death  –  we ourselves are the only barrier to each other. We will stop each other  –  we will not die. Although exactly this is the most difficult, since the instinctive understanding that we are all colleagues in death, at least future ones, does not allow other instincts to fully develop themselves, but not all of us are turned into smoke before death. What is not entirely documentary, since the given metamorphosis came to a concentration camp Hebrew after the done fact of his parting with the most temporary ability of all  –  breathing. But about the Holocaust without exaggeration and exclamation marks  –  this is not about the Holocaust. Said monster loves picture frames of a only certain size  –  not too small. Just in the size of the paintbrush of those who prefer to exaggerate... although everyone puts a dress on that body what he has  –  this is that what dictates the size of the outfit, in the end result it dictates the size of a human. A human as social one. The fact is that Stoics rarely take notes about the experienced, more over  –  about not the experienced, so our only witnesses are thus exclusively lyricists with significant experience in the emotional sphere, which one by definition is the sphere of exaggeration. And Syomochka Fischer does not wear a badge of a Stoic, but this is that one we can work with. Who allows not only society to work with him, but also a separated face  –  the author. However, the author is not a pioneer in the theme described, even before meeting with the author on the pages of this text Syomochka Fisher knew about the Holocaust, so is not it the time for the author to take interest in who pointed it out to the fishermen*, the syomochkas fishers-men  –  who was ahead of the author, does the many-faced pointer, as a permanent butterfly fluttering at the blackboard in a boarding school for the feeble-minded –  the society, have one main face? There is, perhaps, the constantly changing, but nevertheless unchanging muzzle: the psycho-emotional dependence on a constant stimulus  –  one of the necessary factors for a multicellular organism could imitate its own evolution. Essentially remaining an organism colonial one. And by a multicellular here not a human at all is meant  –  a rare luck of being, the society is meant. The main pointer for all kinds of syomochkas, shlomiks, moishiks and abramchiks. All the same, by default, prosperous in their share  –  all respects the laws of biology by which they live. Not all is turned into the gas chambers filler. And the Hebrews are the most convenient for this, or what? So someone will ask already in today`s day  –  the intonations devoid of philosophizing, throwing a question at someone, rhetorical one in advance, but, like with machine guns, equipped with increased emotionality  –  emotionality just in case. And in today's day every case is like that. The survived  –  and not only in the Holocaust  –  degenerated into continuous emotions. And after they did not stop, but degenerated into their descendants. It is already like a continuous straight line on a cardiograph... not promising distinct peaks in the future, just like the future itself. When was the last time Syomochka Fisher had a cardiography? He did not even remember that there exists such a survey  –  and what is there to examine in him, the remnant of Hebrewess Fischer? To the Holocaust it all is clear about him, as it was clear about her, or it would have been about her ancestors, had the Holocaust appeared earlier, well and modern researchers of weak bodies of the human origin today do not need any clarity at all, no matter what it concerns. Clarity  –  always a burden, modern society in the face of almost all of its members wants of easiness. Well, also when we say «almost», we, without having time to go anywhere, return to Syomochka.
                And he himself did not go anywhere. Always here, always nearby, wherever it originated to be talking about the Holocaust. He is the very one who is «almost»  –  he does not require easiness, the only thing he still requires for himself  –  awakening. Every morning such one should take place, despite some difficulties, accompanying this awakening. His awakening every time is as in a gas chamber  –  one more, maybe the very last, breath will be... or maybe not. A panic attack is unpleasant because of its realism  –  like a reflection in a non-distorting mirror, one can see the very essence of whom is being looked at himself. One who looks at himself does not look into his own eyes, he looks at his own pelt. Is it whether whole? Instead of evolution the pelt of a Hebrew reproduces the mechanism of dying, his sensations  –  the last sensations before the physical end  –  is it his mother somehow settled-in into him? and now dies in him every morning, thus begetting his morning? after all, a good mother will not only give birth to a human, but will also beget every subsequent day for him. Is it whether her heart, is it whether his heart... it should have that examination done in order to understand how it there works with this heart... it should... Syomochka's pre-awakening thoughts about some kind of cardiography that was never done will not once return to him in the day  –  the motor will squeeze out of itself until it burns out. With that remaining unsure of anything. A human with such a heart always has one thing left to do  –  to envy the sureness of others. And surrounds from all sides the Holocaust. The Holocaust is sure, he demands attention. As a man is sure always  –  a girl wants attention. Not every girl, not every Hebrew meanwhile. Now with Hebrews a day is been filling, just like quite recently some gas chamber  –  the question has not been removed, are Hebrews most convenient for this? Not really, it is not true, into smoke we all turn equally easily if we are forced to. And the Nazi death machine was in the know how to force both those who did not resist it, but greeted it with delight, and those who could not resist it all with the effort of own physical body alone. But on occasion such ones made up for with their spirit  –  spirit was popular at that time. Although also was hiding behind the confused flesh of an agitated Hebrew man in the street. But in general, the times were progressive  –  spirit began to become known. Not on a par with other celebrities, but on Olympus next to them  –  close, but not at the same philistine level. The uncomfortable neighbor for small ones, and that is his main trial at all times. To Hebrews these affairs are understandable. The collective image of a Hebrew is the most understanding-capable. Although, ideally, it is better to this capability of understanding to have its own planet at its disposal. But even that would be a half measure. Own universe is necessary for survival  –  in the case of Syomochka Fischer this is his apartment, to where he drags his capability of understanding, like a dog from a walk, returning from the walking along the big world outside-the-window, into which all Hebrews, like other nations, get through doors. And through windows they look out for a moment that they could be considered a moment of good luck and then to flutter out even through the walls. But so much is being understood... and the best option  –  to stay inside. One of the Hebrews already recommended this in the poetic field, mentioning a certain room, which, probably, exactly is today's Gan Eden for those who try to take care of themselves. That orator from the world of poetry, probably, is none other than a new prophet, a prophet of the post-Tanachic period, a prophet who will not harm the little fishers ( N.B. syomochkas fishers ). A prophet-poet, for the sake of the prosperity of whose theses they should be capable of understanding. To be capable of understanding ones not over a line, but in each line, and especially in the space between them ( as in the space between tightly locked apartments, doubly tight when a Hebrew is inside ). The capability to understanding is the mark of the chosen. The mark of those who cannot afford themselves the luxury of non-capability of understanding, in their case a deadly dangerous luxury, especially when there is no understanding of the social changes of the country in which they settled. Although luxury, of course, is still desirable. Indeed, with this luxury many generations of Hebrews lived, not only lived, also had a tendency to survive. However, this tendency has not nowhere disappeared to this day. This is still how Hebrews, believing in social ties, live, knowing from experience that it is always possible to reach an agreement. The Holocaust was the first who did not get the want to negotiate. It said to the Hebrews: you  –  Hebrews. In a clear way it said so. So clearly that also all other nationalities understood. But they were listening to someone else's conversation...
                About finished down ones. About Fishers and others with the same surnames, for bread not asking ones, because themselves to them giving it  –  today  especially intensively. And this «today» applies to yesterday in the same way as to tomorrow. The bread of reasoning on the topic. The bread of the Holocaust  –  bitter for those who baked it, serving their labor service, which fell to the lot of an ordinary petty bourgeois, and quite already edible for those who inherited it, remaining in the same petty-bourgeois class. The inheritance is not only rich, but also honorable. But this is what the entire Jewish culture rests on  –  perhaps because of it does not move from its place either towards acquisition or towards degradation  –  because everything that happened to previous generations of Hebrews is happening today to the existing one. Therefore, the same partly happens to the witnesses of the Jewish way of existence. Because even Syomochka Fischer is not so in a vacuum that he does not have an aesthetic impact on the environment. Even the author who live-paints him  –  his environment, and Syomochka’s responsibility is great, to the author is not to the same extent as to the collective brethren of the inhabitants of the light world, who in this part of being made up the society around Syomochka Fisher, but it was the author who got closest to the Hebrew Fisher, even closer than the Holocaust, which is far behind due to its grandeur and multi-tonnageness... while the author is diverse in his manifestations: he can either make himself similar to the God, having spread out as the sky above Syomochka or having flattened out as the earth under him, or to a cockroach slipping into the smallest cracks of Syomochka`s home way of being of things and macrobeing  –  and how God and a cockroach in the face of the author share Fisher's macrobeing and home way of being of things, that will not remain behind a little line, everything is in a line. As also accurately reflected the extent of the defeat with the pretending-a-Hebrews hysteria emanating from the pretending-a-Hebrew heritage. But never becoming an open headache, but only-only just promising it to everyone who has this head. Our Hebrewic Syomochka is used to shaking his head to the beat of these almost inaudible promises. In this way the water of the ocean sways , which is directly accessible to few, but concerning everyone. The Hebrew Fisher is influential. The Hebrew Fischer could turn into radiation  –  that degree of aesthetic influence, which willingly turns into the influence physical, still the same, but more convincing for the depending on the flesh. Witnesses of his post-maternal and even post-son existence would spit him out like pieces of destroyed, falling apart lungs through their mouth, but it is impossible to spit out a Hebrew one far. Like bread, they give out a Hebrew  –  to have such an acquaintance at all times is an obligatory component of a person's social activity. This is necessarily benefitable and profitable to one degree or another; there are no completely non-benefitable and unprofitable Hebrew acquaintances. The last is about other nationalities.
                But now no one needs it to be given  –  here the author's speech started to sound from the times of the Reich, deaf ones to today's everyman, like forest thicket, but the most progressive at the moment when the sun shone directly on them. So capacious ones that the soaked in sun gives a glare on the faces of reasonable ones to this day. In that number Hebrew ones who did not succumb to the hysteria. Syomochka`s one  –  the face of Janus. It is reasonable on the one its side and the son  –  on the other. Towards society it is turned by the first half, into himself  –  by the second. And by the both into memory, a specific Hebrew one  –  it means to live every day through for the already dead, to be their partner, who has in a couple or in a whole gathering taken an active role for himself. It is like there is a Jewish tradition to believe that a man  –  God's junior partner, and by the fact of his existence, the only one active now in that what concerns managing existing things, so also all dead Hebrews, dead from the Holocaust  –  the collective god of Hebrews the alive ones. Behind the latter is the role of activists, managing all these dead as their own, sometimes immovable, sometimes quite movable  –  depending on media circumstances  –  property, but infinitely junior ones. In the case of Syomochka, he got one, he could have taken more for himself  –  a little also from a day non-Hebrew one, but that one who is the mother to him, who is the nationality to him, filled with her early death and timeless  –  for her son, Syomochka  –  the doom Hebrew`s one all the space allotted him for life several decades later, and cut off the rest, not only the dead, but also the alive. The memory cleared out everything around, having replaced with itself that what still dares to go on de jure, that is, according to the law of a common, not ending for a biological and social type of life, and became his really happening. Syomochka joined the ranks of the managers of the basement with the ghosts. Now already the palace with the ghosts  –  the wording is different, the ghosts are the same. The fact that in the recent decades the ghosts have moved or, more precisely, were transported to the palace by their descendants and part-time exploiters, did not add even false solemnity to the matter of those carrying out their post-Holocaust watch. But in this affair, everyone who joined  –  a pioneer or considers himself to be such one. In any case, the Holocaust  –  is only about the alive. The ghosts have long been fed. All the more so those ghosts who are counted still in the ranks of the living. It became unnecessary, even so that the Hebrews to give their bread to themselves. And the watercourse dried up for a while. The watercourse of Hebrew blood... as it turned out, not charmed up one from drying up. And the world shamans did not set about protecting the disappearing waters, what was happening for no one happened as an ecological catastrophe  –  so at its time the entire Middle East dried up, having spitted out with the sands on its surface the remains of not to name it people, the remains of bipeds, existing and breeding by inertia  –  the rats on an empted dump, the dump of the world's sand. What was happening at its moment was logical. As a biological redistribution of positions in the society  –  also only a superstructure over the biological substratum of being. But in general the scene of action remained behind the curtain for a long time. No one saw the prerequisites for either the first or the second; Hebrews have been falling for generations, going to different promised lands, reached the ravine and poked into the bottom. It turned out to be the bottom of a gas chamber ( such a bottom that one can say about that when you rest against it, they will no longer knock from below ). There also the unborn fishes of Hebrew ( social ones ) reservoirs went. Although as to some fry, their fate gave them to emerge out in order to, as syomochkas fishers, dive into any suitable waters. Where they will no longer be needed by any fishermen. In reality  –  by none. Others seemed to have got into a single accursed place where all and everything ends. From there, they still knock till now on the swum away, though not far, little fishes, on, again to mention, Syomochka Fisher, as on a door that is not closed to them at the same time, and not becoming a road to at least some kind of future. Whether this knock is a kind of Morse code, Syomochka Fisher does not retranslate us. He in himself is like a radio broadcast, which both is listened to inattentively  –  except for the author  –  and it was done in a hurry. Perhaps he does his «radio broadcast» badly exactly because he listens too carefully to someone else's. Even if that one consists of only just knock. That is for what the author took up Syomochka  –  to understand him a little. It is kind of like for the author to sit on a bank of a river and to listen to the murmur running along the certain watercourse... drying up, following the example of all previous watercourses. A chance to imagine that along the watercourse instead of water the gas is running . It is like there is the statement according to which past the one sitting on a shore, sooner or later, the corpse of his enemy will swim, so here  –  sooner or later past the author there will definitely pass-run, in extreme cases will swim as the mentioned little fish a Hebrew. And as all rivers lead to the ocean, so all the gas watercourses lead a gas to a gas chamber... where now the gas ghosts of the prisoners inhale the ghost of that gas, but, however, not supplying by the ghosts of a camp staff, because these staff were Hebrews themselves  –  the practice of all the camps: the prisoners  –  they are also servants, and there are no ghosts of the Nazis in those places, because their lifework was right for their souls and they rested in peace and dignity. Neither Hebrews nor their ghosts could even envy their dignity, because they are not able to appreciate this human dignity. There are no ghosts of the Nazis and no one gives the Hebrew slaves, who instantly returned to their Egyptian bestiality, the order to poison their fellow tribesmen. The order, on the family of which it is written at all times to be fulfilled. But a gas chamber  –  not the only vessel in this half-illusory–half-real place, the vessels in the bodies, the vessels with Hebrew blood drove something here from point A to point B and let point A here be ancient Ur, and point B be Berlin or, projecting onto Syomochka Fisher, any other settlement in which, having crossed the Promised Land, Hebrews happened up. And a purely Semitic trait  –  not to develop new lands alone. Quantity one  –  this is not a quantity. And two  –  already the hope of enslaving a new area. Hebrews have been approaching Berlin quite quickly, faster than an average German from a provinces, who decided to go out on vacation to the capital, female-Hebrews, right along the way of going, let out new Hebrews from themselves, and here, as if with the first foremother, they all ended up in gas chambers of Reich. They and their vessels. These vessels, narrowing, drove the disturbed philistinism of the shtetls, the taken away and let as a mangy he-dog luxury of being just an inhabitant, people`s short-sightedness and, again, philistine laziness  –  the first sign of national prosperity, in the long run they drove the fiasco, which the very, very ancient, supposed now by many, geneticists suffered, who, presumably, exactly made even before the dawn of today's humanity from some kind of primate a new primate  –  human. A human by intention, but a frightened Hebrew by result. And a frightened Hebrew is found in any nationality  –  from a collective Viking to a specific Chukchi. Is whether there a nationality that under no circumstances will show a frightened Hebrew in any of its representatives? The author did not meet such and did not hear about such. In principle, the author for their two shares the globe of the earth with Syomochka Fisher. The neighborhood, making them almost twins. Where one twin is even so not a mirror reflection of the other. Where one – is located in the grid of the text lines, and the other still tramples the parched lands of the vascular net from the first who died from Nazism to the last Hebrew. The lands intended for chanting  –  the lands and those who worked them up. But do fishes plow the land? But a fisherman with a net can be retrained as a plowman... who, cultivating virgin lands, always  –  in perspective  –  builds a city. A whole city of thoughts. So the Holocaust, plowing Syomochka Fischer and having plowed his mother to death even before him, builds up in him endless rows of thoughts that have become the true vessels of his body. 
                A vascular net is similar to a net of streets  –  with a net of a sewerage under them, the second bottom, a real face of any populated locality that has grown to have its sewerage. So here it goes, Hebrews were the sewerage of Germany. But who cries about it today, does not take interest in its arrangement. Every mourner has a part of own gone there... that is, of him. Some has a grandfather, some has  –  a mother. Some just have their sympathy, coupled with the constant irritation of themselves with the unconscious goal of keeping themselves in emotional tone. The such entered the fray with their emotional laziness and now cannot get out of this fray. And as a twisted linen, at the penultimate stage of squeezing, they wallow in the dryer of being, where there is so conveniently broadcast the drama of Shakespeare's level  –  the Holocaust. The Holocaust  –  an ocean within the limits of one island, like an internal lake that unnaturally fitted into a small land  –  a fate of some Hebrew. A water world from the vessels to raise  –  in order as a steam, the temperatures must be being heated up... as bodies are being heated up before their flight-out through a chimney. This is primarily internal incandescence. An almost inaudible whistle, signifying by itself that a traveler is in the aisle, so witches fly  –  the search for over-getting-an image transformation right in the middle of everyday home life, capable of swaddling and does swaddling Semitic individuals even faster than others on this not only Semitic land. But as in the case of the lowest ranking witch, so the same in the case of a Hebrew also, this over-getting-an image transformation... of what place? Of a soul, of a soul, which one to superstrangle is the task for a long time  –  initially, from the moment the task was set  –  is feasible. Hebrew resistance, intelligence speaks all languages, no longer using Yiddish only or reanimated by a lucky Jewish Frankenstein Hebrew: the chance. The chance that was missed by goodwill, intelligence was also missed as an even more deadly dangerous luxury  –  the environment expropriates certain qualities. And forgets to return them in subsequent generations. Leaving for some completely different national lands. In those lands where there are ravines and where a fog spreads over them as an expired milk, there kefir figures are especially strong and intelligible, which are already indifferent about their nationality and which from the languages German one or Yiddish one have switched to languagelessness smooth one. A spontaneous languagelessness treats everyone equally and even tries to unite... there where is accumulated the uncombinable, but chronically demanded. The diversity human`s. To unite before a death and its onset, because after it an automatic conveyor steps to the work, a copy of which, but only with an addition sign, labors uninterruptedly until a death: this one no longer hides that everything that concerns people is put on stream. And, maybe, in the order of an irrational resistance Hebrews doubled this stream. And specifically Judaism is ready to also triple this upstreamness. It is not important in what area, the main thing  –  chosenness. It is like a curious information virus  –  its informosomes have also infected secular Hebrews. Reaching ones sometimes to gestures. A languagelessness awaits all the talkative: if you are in a hurry, have time to shout at least your name out, do not be silent as an unknown neighbor, throw your «Syomochka Fisher» to those who do not yet know about your Holocaust  –  fix the prison in the common memory and equip your favorite cell in it, it is up to you to be staying there; arrange a jailer outside  –  belove him on occasion, but never respond to his sigh, he breathes the history, which a normal Hebrew does not need to get into. A Hebrew, like everyone else, needs to get into life. And as to life  –  it is dramaturgy.   
                Let us imagine a little scene. A little scene with our hero  –  let us penetrate into just one fragment of someone's imagination. It is not deep there and everything is flooded with a round-the-clock light, although it is one light bulb shines right under the ceiling and not a full round-the-clock day. This is a hotel room for several people  –  according to the number of bed-places. Although a realist would call it a prison cell, but a realist is mired in realism, as to us, we live either by memory or by imagination. To us the smeared with repeated paint walls are not important, ones, hiding the paint previous one and smeared gazes on it, the previous one, of those of whom there have always been too many here so that everyone can look through the only cell window. To us the question is important. If Hebrews and all those involved and all who consider themselves as such, organize themselves into a prison cell or a barrack, in general, into a glorious company, trained to act exclusively rationally and, albeit by eye, but unmistakably distributing social roles, what will this change in the staging with their participation? In the staging with participation of them and of the Holocaust? There it is, half lit by the light bulb  –  only half, because there must remain some unknown in it for Hebrews, even the most inquisitive should not know everything about the Holocaust, because a Hebrew and a human is not alive by disappointment alone. Probably, the local luminary is aware of this better than the inhabitants of the illuminating by it space. The compartment is not wide and not narrow, the ceiling, of course, is not high, but not too low either  –  exactly that height so that the one thrown up ( and previously bound, if there is something for ) by the crowd could well hit himself against it and, it is desirable, to return to the reliable paws of cellmates at least with a serious injury. But flights are not the brightest action carried out by this room of justice. Such a hut** is like an airport where roosters*** do not take off. For them, there is always the non-flying weather. Their feathers trail across the floor while the riders on the same floor drop the sweat from the sweet exertions... in sum, while their riders sweat on them. The process has not gone far from a bathhouse  –  what to tend around with a broom is, what with a thill from a pubis is, the same vigor is required. Outsiders are not allowed to do this, some intimacy is still needed. And how exactly Hebrews will have the sex use of the Holocaust will be decided, as usual, by their shepherds  –  the most enterprising among them. But before determining the status of the Holocaust, Hebrews will have to share the bunks. And if all  –  Hebrews, then who will take a place at the window, at the small crack that drops ultraviolet light drop by drop onto the heliophiles prison`s ones? Perhaps, knowing how common the general human mindset is among Hebrews also, to the best place to set the problem itself  –  the Holocaust? After all, the Holocaust, in any case, is the host of the ball and the anus-point, which has become similar to the Kola borehole, for these Hebrews is the way to freedom. To the absolute freedom, of course, one cannot get even from an ass. But a pedestal made from someone's lowered and turned out ass  –  the perfect springboard to superiority. This will not be the superiority of Hebrews over themselves, but in this way it was not intended by any thought. And how it was intended, they do not yet know how to do it. The main thing should be done  –  the humiliation of the eternal enemy. And expansion through this of own personal, inner space. A Hebrew in himself  –  already a cell, it is not necessary to enter a real one. 
                But Syomochka Fischer comes in  –  comes in into himself regularly to look around, to rearrange, to make sure that everything, apart from him, returns to its places and go outside. Each time he is met by different Hebrews in his cell and the same Holocaust  –  the more is humiliated, the more humiliated, it would seem, Syomochka himself turns out, such is the mutual connection between them, indestructible even in the imagination of a Hebrew. And as if Syomochka Fisher enters here in order to be convinced of this again and again. A cell. The room of an execution of either he himself, or still the Holocaust. A spacious or a cramped one, but reliably not described, and, perhaps, the Holocaust, reduced to the rank of a rooster, will add an honest, but rather welcomed, touch to a description that does not yet exist. Maybe this day exactly will be the birthday of the chronicle about the Hebrew cell and, moreover, about the Hebrew hut. Perhaps it will take shape like the second Israel of the sample of one thousand nine hundred and forty-eight year and subsequent not long years. Israel can be a cell, but so far Israel is only a military barrack, holding in it its own voluntary hostages  –  Hebrews supposedly free ones, whom Syomochka never wanted to join. By what are they free? By their newbornness and general Middle Eastern swagger? A European Hebrew who has learned that he is a Hebrew only from the Holocaust, but who is charged for the life by a different, centuries-old European, history, is alien to the freshness of an impudent young cattle. In any case, as to the isolation of the country Syomochka Fisher preferred the isolation of a loner  –  his own. Probably, this cell is spacious after all, if a cell, contrary to its definition, can be spacious at all. Here we will return to the prophet of poetry we have already mentioned, who spoke of a place of an imprisonment as a place where the lack of space is compensated by an excess of time. So maybe, for time and its immutability, for stability, reinforced many times over, does Syomochka come here?
                Under the local luminary, everything is the same. The Holocaust will not run away from a Hebrew. Even from a Hebrew who decided to turn its butt out to a soft one. The Holocaust looks with condescension. Such a Hebrew is like a child who decided to hit his father. He is not yet suicidal one, but he is starting to pave his way to his doom. But who is the father of whom, if the Holocaust, as we know it today, was created by a Hebrew? Is mutual father-parenting possible? Probably, it is possible, if there is a request from the circumstances. A Hebrew  –  this is a parent who is able to use his child, because he himself never reaches maturity. It is not profitable. A balance is profitable. But the Hebews are always a surprise for an uninitiated, but one can be sure of his tendency to equilibrium. And for greater clarity, the Hebrews will also say something. Not to someone  –  there are no strangers here, to themselves. A becoming of an orator begins with a search for a tribune. A correctly found one will excuse even tongue-tied. A correctly found one  –  this is generally all-forgiveness. Such a tribune  –  this is membership in the ranks of those who have a word, a place for public masturbation, self-indulgence: if you have seen orators ( have you heard them? ), you have seen how frankly the workers of a long tongue caress themselves. Even without hands, namely with the tongue  –  by a correctly inverted question. Even without hands, namely with the tongue  –  by a correctly inverted question. It is not for nothing that little children read little poems from a stool  –  an artist should be visible, and if a not significant size is a hindrance for some time, then a strong stool is really a magical tool. It is enough to stand with feet there where the larger representatives of the species relate only with their buttocks, and the difference in anthropometric data is compensated by a radical decision. An artist is at the top of the indoor world. And just as a particularly successful orator grabs applause, so Hebrew like him will suddenly move himself to decide to seize the Holocaust and drag it away for further leisure under the bunks  –  for his personal, private use. Everest is taken  –  Hebrews, with all their history of being repeatedly turned out, mounted on the bunks. The coup, if it happens, will look like this. The Hebrews  –  steeplejacks who took the bunks by attack and held-kept on to them, because at the top the main thing is to hold-keep on, and on the social level it is equal to taking another peak that stands above the original one. Hebrews could do the pyramid exercise while standing right in the middle of a cell  –  it would be like what is happening. However, the stairway to heaven is long. Accurately as a misunderstanding by chamber Hebrews that the place under the sun is determined. Even if it is the Sun of Syomochka' s imagination. This place is even cleared out and it is much lower than the top at least of any mountain. But if in you some rock climber breathes and does not calm down in any way, you from time to time, you and your fictitious comrades in your imagination, will take ledges previously unknown to you above the smooth flow of
being  –  tops. If necessary, Hebrews will sit like parrots on perches  – like parrots, to repeat about the glory of the parrots` nest. The nest acquired through the loss of feathers, the loss of wings and, in general, even tails. However, those tails were all the same like coffin boards attached to asses. The parrots` share is light and its glory is well heard from a bunk to a bunk, parrot news is carried both among the parrots themselves and among other birds of an easy flight. That one who flies high will not hear the parrots, nor will he appreciate the game in a camera, but one cannot take away all the hopes from Hebrews at once. It is even more important not to take away the main one  –  for a long fuss with the Holocaust. Moreover, to image him as a rooster  –  like going to a zoo without leaving your own inner zoo, alas, in a realistic manner of life writing  –  a chicken coop. Mutual relationships will have to accept, of course, what is more one, but the current fantasy is dedicated to respite. A respite of Hebrews, although, perhaps, the Holocaust also, in the role of a lowered and turned out one, will find for itself the charms of inactive behavior. But the risk for Hebrews is that even in the role of a rooster the Holocaust will not vomit out of itself rooster sounds. Even the imagination of one who longs to hear it will not dare for so. Even if they are on the bunk, and not the Holocaust, it is difficult to be kings, what been known at least since the time of David and Solomon, even the memory of royal posture is an incomprehensible thing to Hebrews. But for the sake of humiliating the Holocaust, it is needed to sit on the perches motionless and having expanded their shoulders like a fan. And to hear, enjoying and trying to give pleasure to all own organs, the sounds from-under bunks. Until someone wants to make an icon out of the lowered and turned out one and not only pull him out from-under a bunk, but put him in the Red Corner****. Although in a jail zone the latter sounds twofold*****. But the kaleidoscope of suits of human foolishness is not an obstacle. In sum, to the window  –  to admire the outside world, where even by the power of imagination nothing is changed. And where it all will have to return, and even Syomochka Fischer already has a premonition of this. He forefeels, not having time to enter properly, to enter deeper... into the cell. Where only one thing happens  –  by tormenting, Hebrews are tormented themselves. If someone wants to straighten their tormentor to his full height, which necessarily exceeds the ordinary height of a straightened tyrant, in order to measure the path from the complete own humiliation in front of him to also own superiority over him, then it will immediately become clear that the action is in vain, and it is useless to suggest: maybe, not to straighten, but to stretch to his full height and to put in a coffin? But it is not acceptable to put him in a coffin, because it is rarely that from a coffin they get up. And there is a risk of owning a depreciated dummy of the Holocaust  –  of exchanging the real relationships for crying for a deceased. So, what should they do? To lower and to turn out, but not very low. So that it was easy to raise back to the level of own needs. That is, the elevator goes to the groin. Since the middle of the twentieth century, the groin area of Hebrews is very well-groomed. Any «Masha»****** will be pleased to be a visitor of there. In fact, in the «mashas» Hebrews had all Europe and North America, with an incomprehensible about it whose appendage  –  Canada. But it is impossible to feed a thirsty penis-member with your humiliation. The Holocaust knows this, that is why it is consistently aggressive. However, it does not care what role to play for its eternal social partner  –  a Hebrew. The lowered and turned out one can still make shine, especially for the double dreams of Hebrews. Or even for triple ones. And if the Holocaust cannot satisfy the endless escalation of dreams, the worst thing will happen to it  –  it will no longer be in demand among Hebrews. It will cease to exist. But there is a possibility that the Hebrews will also cease to exist with it. Not accidentally collected in this cell, assembled from fragments of the faces once seen somewhere by Syomochka Fisher, but in general, world Jewry, unlike some Copts, known to all and everyone. Which operates independently of the lonely avenger Fisher, who invented a special cell for his revenge. And which, if Syomochka Fischer knows about it, knows absolutely nothing about Syomochka Fischer. And as to a chamber to humiliate the dignity of the Holocaust, the Hebrews appointed Israel. But Syomochka opened his own, internal, branch. A branch that can collapse at any moment, as a thought that is bored or simply obsolete. But for the time being the upper inhabitants of the cell listen to the sounds from-under the bunks. Sounds produced by a human – monotonous: a human – an old hurdy-gurdy in the oldest hands in the world, in the hands of his nature, and new symphonies of it are beyond his capacity. Even moving a person thoughts of new sounds are overburdened. Like the sound of a cell door being opened  –  the most undesirable sound now for Hebrews. Let this cell remain a closed on itself ancient Roman arena with a predetermined action on it, prescribed in favor of each of the Hebrews present  –  this is the dream of each of them. Ready one for a long time, and no other dreams are needed.
                And the rest is all mediocre here. Sounds produced by a phenomenon assembled from many people, it would seem, should claim diversity. But it is not so. The variety of sounds is created by a listener's ear. And they came to the cell, as if to the Promised Land, already gnawed by someone and painted with oil paint, not to listen, but to at least somehow act. All the inhabitants of the barracks line up for the little doll  –  we will expand the room from the cell to a more spacious one, and it is a they`s coming towards from all over the world, the Holocaust knows its work, there are no dissatisfied. The Hebrews knew what and from what they made. Now their hut is the happiest. The place of communism  –  the Holocaust is had in sex use by all together. The place of communism  –  the Holocaust is had by all together. Well, as a sought-after «woman», he does not even groan. «She» must not, when she has to serve so many more... But something spoils the pleasure, and at once for everyone. Why are the below-bunks sounds resounded out so close? Too close, as a hint. And the meanest thing is when we are prompted at an unnecessary moment.
                Hebrew, can't you be in two places at once? In the end, some of the peaks of Everest may be under the bunk. A small cozy mountain can easily fit in any corner of the most plagued. And even more so a Hebrew, and what is more always with some idea in an embrace. A Hebrew without an idea will not even come out of his mother’s womb, one needs to go out into the world already a little illuminated, and if not like the Holocaust at the beginning of the scene in the center of the cell – for a half, then at least by a third. And if Judasim – a kerosene lamp that has long experienced interruptions in the kerosene in itself, then the Holocaust works like a searchlight. And in the spotlight by a searchlight  –  it is like a soffit  –  it is so good to play and believe in own game. The Hebrew game  –  one of the longest and most productive. And if you got bothered of it, then you are just hurried ones. Do not artificially increase the tempo, everything has its time and place. For example, a place for a brownie  –  it is a place always uneven, as is a place for a Hebrew, who for many peoples is also like a brownie. While a Hebrew himself also has an old brownie. Just as the Slavic peoples have an idea of a brownie, in so way Shoah  –  the brownie in a Hebrew's dwelling. Shoah, Catastrophe, the Holocaust  –  triune. Remaining in the center of the camera as an accessible for everybody «Manka», the tragedy has long become the center of the world of all that Jewry that managed to accumulate in Syomochka Fisher during his plus or minus five dozen of life. The Holocaust remains in the center and at the same time it seems that there is no place for him in this cell. Where to accommodate everyone who takes up of space for little more than just an idea? Who is already a realized idea ... so much so that it is impossible to stay in a material body  –  that is why it happens that it goes out into the pipes of concentration camp furnaces or into the imagination of one single survived one.
                Where in the cell in which the Holocaust is being lowered and turned out will Syomochka Fisher take his place? It would like on the ceiling as an invisible neighbor of the dim light bulb  –  as someone who is trusted just like it. After all, it is it what does not let the Holocaust out of sight at least half, its information about it all the rest have to trust. It is always trusted: when they play vile cards that no one finally wins, because they were created not for a result, but for the process  –  just like the Holocaust, for the process that is fascinating and addictive, the process, such a process is exactly the result. When the result has already been obtained, what difference does it make where you staked out your small corner  –  the small corner in the reprisal against your main and only fear? But if a reprisal  –  this is self-defense? How will the excess of self-defense turn out for the Hebrew Fisher, and at what point in what is happening will he realize that he exceeds its such narrow boundaries? Semyon Fisher does not even think about where his mother could place herself here. She has not now an in to the concentration of the national minority persons from deities. She is so out of having an in that she will not come in anyway. By his imagination, Syomochka Fischer can return her at least for a short time, but it is definitely not to such a place he will start to return her with his son's will. Syomochka will have to decide for the two of them: Syomochka and his legacy for the first time in his life are at a crossroads... it is not cozily here... which means that it can be not cozily not only for a raped one. On the side of the long-penised activists there is an illusion of power, and on the side of the Holocaust  –  eternity. «Syomochka will have to decide for the two of them»  –  one day it will be said about Syomochka and the Holocaust. Premonitions are generally easy to visit in a cell. In a cell, everyone will take place as Cassandra at least once. For his own benefit or to his detriment. In principle, the realization of a hypothetically possible is possible without Semyon Fisher. Moreover, such things are done not in a soul and home of every single Hebrew, but in the organs of mass media. Many things even exist only because the organs of mass media gave them life and keeps it alive in an unviable little freak. And here it should be noted that the non-viable victims of one or another act of creation are much less common than the non-viable little freaks produced for the world humans` one by the same acts. However, honest statistics  –  an insult to creative thought. Or maybe also honesty in itself is an act quite a creative one. Are Hebrews whether honest with the Holocaust? And the Hebrews gathered in this cell, like gods over humanity, which is gathered in one little fellow? Semyon knows about these issues. Semyon, who is only in this cell «Semyon» by the will of his own creative thought, and not Syomochka Fisher, as outside, outside it, outside the magical, kind to the Hebrew cell. He already knows, otherwise he wouldn't be a Hebrew. Otherwise he would not have been in a spontaneously formed itself and not badly equipped with a cozy imagination as the main accessory cell. A cell that Hebrews themselves want so much to call a room. Or an island uninhabited for all other nations. But there is no mention of other peoples. Especially in this blessed compartment. When a dish is prepared according to a special recipe, there should be no strangers in the author's kitchen. And among Hebrews themselves there are no outsiders, they all are a part of it. So also Semyon Fisher was sucked by it, if not into the immediate process, then into the observation of such, and the Hebrew eater is such that even if his cheekbones are cramped, he will not spit it out. However, nothing that could break the tender psyche of those already partially broken. Only Hebrews know how to pass off an intention as an action. A Hebrew for a rapist, submission for dominance, glass crumbled into a dark rag for a sky full of stars. So what can Hebrews actually do? To not lower and turn out, but arrange an imitation of turning out and lowering... of their own testicles to someone's ass  –  they will move down, like in an elevator or like a bucket into a well... but this is not the same as rinsing them in a spring. But to wash own balls in shit  –  fate. And if Hebrews all gathered together in one cell, then for some reason. What for? To rinse own bottom in shit. And this is the normal price of getting altitude. The eggs go down, and Hebrews go up. But to regard the Holocaust as a new home for Hebrew eggs instead of their usual pants, if Hebrews are entirely in the Holocaust  –  both predictable and means to roll one`s lip into inedible. It is time to turn off the little scene, like a kind sky lighter under the ceiling of the described cell, like to squeeze out a pimple of a teenager who forgot himself in playing in teenage period  –  like to return Syomochka Fisher back to his vessels  –  the reins that are stretched so that Syomochka in his life is not just a donkey on its penultimate gasp, but speed itself. A normal Hebrew will survive it over and forget, so that to eternally remember later and remind others. But do there take place normal Hebrews? Have they ever been on earth? Did them happen as a surprise to others? There were, until the Holocaust came, a biological, genetic crime: having destroyed the selectively selected  –  more or less evenly selected over the centuries  –  the best, left the weeds. Weeds and bored human females near them, all the same, did not manage to stop in the inertial offspringing of their own kind. Maybe the Holocaust has already realized this aspect of its manifestation in the ranks of its victims? And the quality of the generated instances has fallen rapidly. Emotion began.
                So maybe the fisherman, who does not exist in reality, but exists only in Syomochkin's imagination, simply looked for and tried to save the only surviving descendant of a canonical Hebrew? in the Jewish case they say «of Jewsess»  –  although religious doctrines, as well as the social doctrines of the ancient kingdom of Israel, do not ensure the usefulness and maximum possible fullness with the genetic Jewry of a biological specimen. Counting and counting down by a mother  –  like an chancellery that got been empty for a long time, from which the very last from the very last clerical rat has escaped. But Syomochka was delayed.
                And the Holocaust seemed to be looking for Syomochka also today. Or rather, he was looking for the Hebrew Fisher. His diminutive pet name is just an illusion to which one should not get used. The refinement of the kind author who does not keep a single container of gas at his own. But such an author may turn out to be a bad help, one day he will simply finish his story without writing out, without providing a single guarantee of the continued existence of the such as Semyon. But the author did the main thing, brought to the attention of the Hebrew Fisher one simple thing. All the calculated up to each Hebrew amount of gas was not consumed  –  the confirmation of this in living Semyon Fisher himself. The indestructible proof of this is in every alive today Hebrew. And in the way how this living one looks at the dead: if he sees the difference of a natural death from a death caused by suffocation, it means that there really was the mass gas poisoning with his people, a mass race to concentration camps along the sports and political little racetrack human one. But sport can be given also another definition, more similar to an indictment  –  a  fate of this or that Hebrew-«athlete» would not refuse this. In general, if we are talking about Hebrews, any sport where there are no beaters is welcome. Unless they are Hebrews themselves. Just for the sake of getting knowing the world, it would be interesting to try on your Hebrew fate on another  –  on a non-Hebrew. Be that as it may, there are established things. The main sport of Hebrews  –  chess. In which they are for everyone  –  like an errand-human serving himself. Who is around, what ethnos prevails and builds its own culture  –  it does not matter. People  –  these are only chess pieces, with a rank no higher than a pawn, and even then they  –  mostly left off the board. Goyim. One can play chess, one can play goyim. In the second case, the most important thing  –  to win. And here we need to make an important clarification. There is a piece that is higher than all the pieces on the board. The piece capable of sweeping away or gassing both the king and the queen. If walls are erected along the perimeter of the chessboard, and a ceiling is laid on top, then the same gas chamber, only the floor  –  is in a cage. Any move will bring a figurine of Hebrew to a wall. The Holocaust  –  a man, having lurked in a corner. The Holocaust  –  is a rook that naturally became a queen that went in all directions at once, and it became so free and over free for her on the board to which Hebrews are historically and by their natural predisposition attached. As it turned out post factum, the Hebrews can still portray with themselves also a chessboard  –  now a rook is a hostage of its route. The Holocaust is «continued» by the effort of the board. And, however, for today it is believed that chess originated in India  –  but whether many Hindus play it today?.. do there many have enough of smart? Hindus today more poke around in the waste products of own life activity, starting with garbage heaps, ending with their own corpses scattered around the area as well as garbage heaps, so what conclusion should be drawn from this place?  –  more than death it is worthy to be afraid of degeneration. But happy are those among, today already completely united and, as it were, unified, the Hebrew tribe who were guaranteed from this  –  the process of degeneration, like any process performed by the living, must be provided by breathing, its absence or the volume of air absorbed less than necessary, a guarantee of preservation status quo.
                Washing his face every morning, Syomochka Fischer, too, tries to save his changing face  –  the remedy is certainly sluggish and of not enough of strength, a more radical measure was applied to his mother  –  is he happy for her? Semyon Fischer was lucky that no one asked him such a question to his face. Or was the potential interviewer lucky... although what, besides his Semitismation, can in his face a Hebrew throw? To throw own image into the memory of another  –  that is the whole revenge for trying to get into the soul, to disassemble into components the multi-tube organ that provides Syomochka with the sound of life. But how to take revenge on the fact? The gas chambers of the Third Reich fulfilled the role of a conservation agent, preventing anyone from changing. Now the Holocaust looked for the Hebrew Fisher, so as not to let him degenerate too, the Holocaust tried to save the last Hebrew it would ever look for. The Holocaust identified its main enemy  –  the ability of this Hebrew to breathe. 
                Syomochka Fischer's breathing walked upside down. Not forcing him to suffocate, but constantly leading him to think that it was too plentiful  –  his conscience rebelled against such volumes of inhaled air, comparing them with the volumes that fell to the lot of his mother in a concentration camp cell. The Hebrew Fisher's chest walked upside down. The streets walked upside down. There were people walked who survived with the help of a more fortunable time  –  lucky bastards, walked, because their mothers had walked up to this time. There were walked even the mothers themselves, now already old women  –  strangers` faces, strangers` wrinkles, there were not Syomochka's heredity there, from these wrinkles it would be impossible to assemble his image. Even if one rakes all the dust out of them. Alien genes –  alien destinies. Here Syomochka would be helped by communism, communism as a communication system that most resists what is expressed by an extremely honest phrase that is a sentence to any future: homo homini lupus est, a man is a wolf to a man. But communism, as well as Syomochka's mother, did not live to the present day in its flourishing form, which is in existence in the theory of communism, it was replaced by socialism  –  a form of social structure that does not completely cure loneliness. The desire walked like a dog. The desire to talk. Syomochka wanted to approach any Hebrew and ask him in any tone that would happen at that moment: among other things do you know that the Holocaust is still looking for us? That very same our and common to all mankind Catastrophe that released more smoke than all the working plants of our civilization. More smoke than all smokers daily in all the streets of all cities, villages and shtetles  –  do you remember how uncle Venya liked to smoke in our shtetl? and neighbor Fima smoked like a mad steam locomotive, late for the royal platform of the king stuck in the provinces, who left with a check and eventually tested himself for endurance, and did not find this endurance in himself, and aunt Ida resined a small cigarette, may the female god forgive her, as the most messy man. So, the Holocaust resined for much more than all of them put together. Resined with people instead of cigars. Syomochka choked in memories, in small places and people. Syomochka Fischer thought up these faceless characters  –  instantly and hot, each time changing names and smokables for cigarettes, and cigarettes for rolls-ups. He begot them instantly, like once his mother gave birth to him  –  she took and threw Syomochka into this world, not with her hands, but with her crotch. All women who give birth by flesh  –  basketball players, more often basketball losers, less often basketball players capable of accurate throws. Like a basketball player throws a ball without expecting to hit a three-pointer, so women operate with their crotch  –  the result depends on genetic luck, which most often turns out to be a genetic pattern. The all smoke of all cigarettes a wind drove to Syomochka, as well as the smoke from all plants... and if the first was a truth, the truth of any non-smoking person, then the second came to him from very early childhood. And all his life Syomochka prepared to take one main breath, if only something would bring fresh air to him instead of the smoke chasing him. And the wind was locked  –  the wind of change is not free also today. As no one had free breathing in any gas chamber. As no one had free breathing in any gas chamber. And there could answer, this the lone Hebrew Fisher understood very well, his respondent him, so obviously it is not clear why, faced with the unrested interviewer, with a Holocaust witness who had never seen it personally no once, but felt its touch on his own pelt through his mother, who beheld the Holocaust firsthand and what was the last thing she saw. Even her son, then just a suckling Syomochka Fisher, became the penultimate of what she saw.
–  As for the plants  –  an exaggeration, you are excited, something happened?.. You step back, come to your senses  –  give yourself time. You experienced something personal and are shocked by it, calm down, everything will work out.
And Syomochka Fisher departed, as water leaves the shore at low tide  –  his low tide  came. And a shore ran further on about its affairs or to their absence, but even in the complete absence of affairs, it did not need a random Hebrew with his talking shop. And Syomochka immediately turned off himself, losing the shore, on which it is possible to pounce with a wave of Hebrew memory  –  a distant sister of human memory. Because it is distinguished by an increased commitment to emotions, such an increased and to such an extent the commitment that it really turns out to be the most distant relative of a healthy memory. Hysteria runs as a red dividing thread, like a wrinkle turning into a scar  –  passing not along the ford, but directly along the water of the tears not thrown at a passerby, along the salt of the Dead Seas that lie on the bottoms of every Hebrew eyes. But if a Hebrew orator was to splash a little saliva during a conversation  –  such an occasion happens with orators, especially when they stand close to us  –  the saliva would turn out to be salty. Syomochka Fischer could have stood up with a sign «I am hysterical, give me for a sedative!!!», but that would be not in the Hebrew way, but as the Hebrew modus vivendi, he should act and breathe in memory of his mother. The super task that he did not inherit from Stanislavsky... so in what mundane theater was the mouse Syomochka Fisher brought up? the mouse that has reached the right to enter the stage. Syomochka Fischer has already trotted down to the forefront and, puffing up his fur, deservedly or not, accuses the auditorium of emptiness. But filled or not, the odeum does not answer. He nurtures Syomochka with a silence, without giving, in general, an answer by whom Syomochka was brought up before. In his hypostasis of a Hebrew and in his hypostasis of a mouse, which is often one thing, he is also largely silent, despite all his cries to the people roaming around his world. In his silence, he tries not to shortness the breath of all those who are no longer breathing after being in the gas chambers. And yet, and yet, not for a moment forgetting about the departed, Mouse Fisher sneaks up on the field mice rushing back and forth past him  –  all sorts of others. Contrary to the existing stable one «every time is like the first time», Syomochka Fisher had the first time already like the hundred and first time. But why call to death someone who manages to live? Not all Hebrews have their Hebrewness like a cart, which you pull only with your horsepower hidden in a person, and not every Hebrew feels as a driven, already starting to foam horse.
                Today, they feel as different characters: heads of a state, their assistants, assistants of assistants, secretaries of assistants of assistants, acquaintances of secretaries of assistants of assistants, relatives of acquaintances of secretaries of assistants of assistants, neighbors of relatives of acquaintances of secretaries of assistants of assistants, guests of neighbors of relatives of acquaintances of secretaries of assistants of assistants, mediators between guests, neighbors, relatives, acquaintances, secretaries, assistants, assistants of assistants, heads, and the final category  –  riders. Or hares*******, ticketless passengers  –  the descendants of those who in their time had tickets, but not a ticket was inherited, but the memory of the ticket  –  its image, since now and yet for a long time to come as a desired one. These riders... they are not that what is fastidious, they are open for be given a trotter of a single breed and with a single nickname  –  the Holocaust. Whether at a hippodrome they are, they bet on it, whether in a manege they are, they sit on it, whether in a taiga village they turn out due to some kind of providence, they ask the groom Fyodor Kuzmich where is this particular horse, their Holocaust? And Fyodor Kuzmich, looking even no longer into Semitic eyes, but eyes completely Russified or gone with an Asian membrane, is a stranger to their truth, but as to his own he does not dare to offer it instinctively  –  a hysteria in the taiga is a terrible thing, it can be worse than a wildfire. And Hebrews are already mastering also a taiga  –  the forty-year-old desert, if necessary, can be arranged also in a taiga, the strangest thing is, they feel themselves the same ones as everyone else. This here is really an unusual turn in their fate. There are probably also those who perceive Hebrewness like a little toy balloon. That is, it is no longer perceived at all. Suitable only for a utopian flight to the higher layers, bypassing the very first of all layers of the earth's atmosphere with all its not artful composition. Syomochka Fischer shuddered unpleasantly, here it is for nought he thought about a little toy balloon! little toy balloons go to the sky... like Hebrews  –  through the smoky tunnel of a soul. If only before that a little toy ballon does not perish on the ground, pierced, for example, by a bullet. Or by a bayonet little needle. A little toy balloon, just completely like the body of a human, so easily obeys the direction of a kick, if this kick pushes-sends you or your loved one into death, completely like the direction of someone else's inspiration. And when such an example is nearby, the torn little rag of a little toy balloon is no longer ashamed of its weakness. And it does not have the opportunity to remember what made a hole or a cut in it, or a torn cut... like a torn cry of someone who has it to come and will have to mourn not even killed, but first of all himself, left without a loved one  –  a son`s after his mother the tattered roar of a torn animal. Ready one to invent and conduct, and constantly inventing and conducting an investigation the «causes of her death».
                Syomochka is like a pathologist without a specific corpse  –  it is like when a pathologist no longer already has a corpse, but has a memory of it, or the memory of his mother is his corpse, which belongs entirely to him. He both lives near this corpse, and, most likely, will die near it, and, sitting down to eat, finds himself with this corpse on the dining table in front of him. Although the taste of it is constantly with him, like the taste of the air bittering, when the grass is burned in and over around the autumn and the aroma of its doom lasts until the very spring  –  the time of burning its remnants that were not cleared out in the autumn. But one thing is known, the little toy balloons are not pierced with a finger. All fingers, all fingers of today's biped  –  that collective biped that now provides the fairly swollen muzzle of society, end in a blunt fingernail, unable to play the role of a guillotine blade. The fingers of those in having are busy pointing out to someone their nationality, even if that person's only true nationality  –  a human. There are already those in the human race who, by all mental parameters, rise above the question of nationality... but there is no Syomochka among them. No,.. a Hebrew ( this is what is true ): there happens a person, if the world allows this to happen, and a Hebrew person happens, like different weather, like a different destiny, which cannot be dealt with obscenities or crying. Even Jewish swearing, even if in Yiddish, Hebrew and Ladino at the same time  –  it will be drowned out by German inspiration, the strongest in the entire history of mankind known to date. But it will all the same remain just the weather: there happens sunny weather for it to be sunny, and there happens cloudy weather for it to rain  –  it is like a pedestrian to whom it is needed to be helped. But if Semyon Fisher undertakes to help, he will definitely ask this pedestrian, too, about whether he is aware of the still lasting presence of the Holocaust, even if the Holocaust is present in the life of Semyon specifically, and not a random pedestrian of unknown nationality. Semyon is so close to the brink of obtrusiveness  –  completely like the Holocaust, which crossed this edge. Its gazes, its collective eyes are eternally fixed on someone who, due to the curliness of heads, cannot anyhow get out of the circle of the target. And, maybe, even because that at the current moment not by the whole, not with their full composition wants to. Curly heads are weird. Sometimes it seems to them that they perfectly match the shape of the target  –  to the most daring thinkers it begins to seem that this coincidence of shapes is not accidental. And not in vain. And it is like a victim which never wants to disappoint its executioner. Such fingers are supported by the masses, naturally, human ones, which, even despite their activity, so quickly turn into the masses of the earth. But of the earth, still speaking. And there are those who want to listen to it  –  there always are. By the same earth, embodied in women, born. In the case that concerned Semochka Fischer, they were told something in correct German. Although the language of such a statement did not stoop its face, however, not particularly hiding it. People of earthly times want their artist. Always the same one. Albeit under different guises, so that there is a feeling of a rich repertoire, which is the only one that can satisfy such a viewer as a detached witness to the reprisal. Or to a talented act of putting things in order.
                Ideal citizens are not given birth by earthly mothers. Just like their children do not beget ideal political systems  –  everyone is mediocre to some extent. Political ones before social ones, or rather, social ones before political ones. Although which of these two is a chicken, which is an egg, that is indifferent to the dependent on them residents of this world  –  citizens of the communal guillotine. Not every time Nazi one, but certainly working. It is a constant worker of all times, which is never allowed to be left without a job. But if it is said «do not let», and not «it is not let», then it is also required to clarify who exactly do not let, without resorting to the use of the generalized idea of providence. But in order not to turn into a continuous prosecutor's speech, let us move on to the form «it is not let». It is more profitable in a number of indicators and is practically always appropriate. Ideal countries are not given moreover to the Hebrews... moreover to no one. Moreover, the globe cannot bear such a country. A soul of no one can bear it. Moreover the Nazi one, in its own way striving for its own ideal of death. Which for some reason was called by someone the ideal of life. The ideal of the delight of the alive over the dead, who are no longer dangerous, for example, to the economy of a weak state formation. This is how a tenant of an apartment rejoices, who removed out the bedbugs, but does not take into account that the nature of all things outside the window remains the same... and the bedbugs will return if he does not change himself. Probably, the tenant himself guesses about this, because he establishes agreements with the neighbors about an aggrandizement of the general culture of common life. There happened no clean roads, but clear ones, of course, were  –  and all were occupied by Hebrews with their convoys... good luck on their journey. And the journey was short. And it did not manage to lengthen. To lay out with Hebrews  –  yes. So they lie... until now. The laid out by the century solitaire. Trampled one, but there was no snow, the standard snowfalls of those years in Europe, as usual, were a trifle  –  no excess snow junk stuff stuck to anyone. Moreover, not all and not always had time to take their usual junk stuff with them  –  from the bourgeois life to the high life of a victim. To the high life of a social victim, of course  –  there are simply victims in any flock before the eyes of a shepherd and in police reports. But years and decades later, it swept, poured someone else's greyness and, as it turned out to be known, the friable one no longer by itself already, but the very same peas, which like against a wall********, just peas, only very small ones. Too loose. Similar to something, also free-flowing, from the past... again the past. Not a single Hebrew shook the ashes from a palm of his hand  –  let the author, or Syomochka Fisher's nerves, this poetic exaggeration. The inherited property, which cannot be shied of by anyone, this is not in a Hebrew way, in a Hebrew way  –  this is already a complete absence of embarrassment. Embarrassment for the Hebrews  –  an atavism, a Semitic trait, cheeky and the only one connecting a Hebrew with the abandoned lands of the Middle East. And only the memory on the palms  –  slipped from the shoulders, the signs moved, the stars rolled down  –  not from heaven  –  from nearby places to even closer ones. And the yellow color of the madmen was lost around. Only partially it moved to faces. But, maybe, also a little bit of madness. Having reached faces, it turned into diligence. And diligence is rarely found without a hope. However, a hope always sticks to something  –  this is not an independent phenomenon. As Semyon Fisher is not an independent person, but «personal belongings» of the Holocaust, for today its crown. Maybe, a thorny one in relation to the Holocaust itself. Be that as it may, both the Holocaust is great and the day is long. A day never turned out to be raked into a little pile in a palm, maybe, a palm has shrunk ? The palm of a midget, especially if a midget has assembled his soul to fit his size of physical boundaries, without specifying for anyone from «the world of big ones» that also their sizes are not large relative to the categories. Under own understanding of physical boundaries. And having taken someone's soul, it is possible already to transform in own way any physics that turned up in one`s way  –  just like the physics of the Hebrews was transformed in gas chambers. It is like having taken possession of the psyche of the Hebrews, one can vary their population, especially and not already disturbing their contemporaries.
                The day fell back as a whore-butterfly, who has managed with such a short time to adopt the accent of the alive for the day, its only day, in order to immediately forget it in death. The day of the day is short in the same way as that one of an underbird  –  a butterfly ordinary one. Of the subhuman  –  a Hebrew ordinary one, European one. Here, to anchor his status, we would not interfere with Latin. But we write in the language of the day that has turned up on our way, of the country that has turned up on our way. Of which this day is logically a part. It had counted on this kind of amnesia from the very start. Unable to convey it to its inhabitants, transit ones by definition. And through that even more powerless. And through that even in a greater degree the earthly inhabitants. And through that even more Hebrews. Already no longer Semites, not yet Aryans.
                In the evenings Hebrew Fisher was afraid not of hooligans, but of the Holocaust  –  something that, unlike the gateway, could break into his dwelling. Yes, today, as always, as well as, properly speaking, before the Holocaust itself, because it was supposed to take place one day, despite all the international agreements that never guarantee anything for anyone human individuality, it, the Hebrews murderer known as the Holocaust, can always enter to any Hebrew. More  –  to a human, to that what is more than the concept of nationality. And that what is more than the concept of nationality  –  a human, even by simply putting his palm forward, will hardly try, will hardly dare to try, to stop it. It loses meaning then, whose apartment and whose house... but here is the catch  –  not in any house and not in any apartment, not in any housing will the Holocaust enter. Here we do not rise above the concept of «nationality»  –  life, the text, as well as the attitude of the hero, are built on this reality. So, it will enter... again... and always, because Hebrew history, not developing, goes in circles. This is not how a rapist is stopped, when they subconsciously want to copulate. And since they do not know their subconscious, then they shout «enemy». But there was no enemy  –  there was a coincidence with one's own desire. It is easier to understand after a violence that has taken place. It is easier to guess about the probability of repeating an act that you so never understood, but you will eternally try to understand. And even more often  –  to repeat. Just to become sure  –  what took place is not a coincidence. For such a repeating Syomochka had every evening as a provided. And if the Holocaust does not appear, a Hebrew will simply put him on the wanted list and would know that he did everything he could: even not the Holocaust itself, but the meaning of it to put on the wanted list. And to stay for looking at its face in front of it or under it. In such a position it is difficult to receive news about how the search for meaning is going. But with the ossified consciousness it is not yet possible to agree on a change of the position: it  –  a solid bone, but somehow and it is not eternal in advance: the resistance of a person  –  the resistance of a shore, inhabited by thoughts alone with the owner of thoughts almost blurred into macrobeing, on which the sea crawls out with an undermining caress  –  the man-rock of clay and shit is doomed. In the same way his random respondents resisted Syomochka and were doomed to remembering the incident. But also this all is according to the nature of things. It is difficult for nature both with people and with itself, but it is also curious about what they have as what is happening, and whether that is for sure that the Holocaust has anything to do with it or is it just a product of procreation of people. Which are generally incomprehensible whose offspring... well, of course, not their own mothers  –  those are only incubators for subsequent generations. Here Syomochka has to realize that the production of bodies exceeds the production of the spirit. There are clouds, and steam, no spirit. And it is almost impossible to speak of a material for spirit, because the nature of this material  –  a mystery to would-be speakers. But still, but still ... for one hero, nature gathered up, having teared off all the sagging veins from the collective pattern of the soft bodies and having weaved one more son out of them; here it did not choose at all, Hebrew ones or any turned out to be on its way, the hanging ropes all are of the same cut, and, having started the engine Hebrew eternal, it put out a fighter, and turned away, trying to maintain its peace.
                The Hebrew Fischer against the gateway, behind his back as if an alive one, the mother, again the hooligan in the gateway  –  and also all over the world  –  knows about her that she is Jewess. Here it would be urgent to build another gateway where nothing would threaten a Jewess, a gateway in another city, in another country on another planet in another star system, but there will probably be found other hooligans whose actions and the result of these actions are not too different from the actions of the Holocaust. To protect the mother means to protect own future Jewish`s one, which is about here and now to get out of your hands  –  into the smoke it will run away as a chubby kitten, one cannot with live milk lure back a dead substance, a dead substance does not return to an alive substance. It cannot or does not want. You cannot learn and tell yourself as a fast, too fast bedtime story, which by default after that will be unkind. But in a sleep it is possible to see, if you want. A sleep is like a waiter in a little tavern, in which everything is paid for you: make an order. Without paying  –  no one will give real valuables in the possession of your hands. But it will always be given to see how values turn into a smoke. And then not only values  –  out of inertia. However, if the mother  –  your only value, a sleep-vision will not be long. It will wake you up and bring back into itself the ancient smoke, with which you are thoroughly saturated, like a human, who once sat by a fire, happens to be saturated with the smell of this fire for a very yet long time. This smoke does not eat an eyes, because it is not even a smoke, but a gas  –  the little son of the science of executioners. Of those strict guys who, according to the usual irony that is found in this world, are in the works of their heirs, among other examples, also of Hebrews themselves  –  the «friends» of the cross guy, who was first related to a tree, a tree in the shape of a cross, then to humanity  –  others people looking around under those trees. But now, when each crown is like a leaf, they do not find a shadow, when the blinding sun of overall existence equally touches everyone, it is a shadow that the Hebrews lack. A shadows to hide. From the fact that not only they remember how they captured the lands of the Middle East and exterminated entire nationalities on their way to the Promised Land. The Nazis also went to the Promised Land  –  a land without superfluous nationalities, superfluous gods and superfluous landmarks. Neither those ones nor the other arrived. The question is who left what legacy from their attempt. Estimates, as usual, are subjective and are assigned to one century or another. And not a single century was completely Hebrews`... therefore, there are Hebrews in every one, not exalted, but walking on a par with others  –  for a shadow or a dawn, but step into that what they no longer dare to name by its name. To name by the name of a robbery. Not daring ones, in fact, why? For disguise, in order to hide from themselves at least for a while, this can be called a gateway  –  a gathering point and a place of a gathering of shadows. And smokes, smokes the memory, does not get tired and does not let go. The eyes are eaten by tears  –  those as crocodiles eat not crocodile tears of a taken separately Syomochka Fisher. On his watch it is the time of crying, probably not even for his mother this time, but for his own fate too  –  the fate of a hostage of Jewry. Who from what nation will bring a ransom for Syomochka? Does not a gateway exist exactly to find out that? Maybe for that, too, but a gateway knows itself best of all  –  little Fisher is not interesting to her, he is a verse without a song, and one verse is not sung. In addition, a woman always sings, or a woman can be sung like a song, especially it turns successfully when you kill her. And it is difficult for a verse to remember its melody, then the Holocaust becomes your melody and you seem to be already the author of it yourself. And with all this, Syomochka is absolutely powerless in this place, as in any other. The best thing he can do is remember his place in the  –  common  –  song, this is really his best quality, the quality of his mind, still while saving him from rabid individualism, leading to a solitary, eventually gas chamber. Well, as for the gateway, which has no illusions about anything at all, this is not a novelty  –  it is more experienced than anyone it attacks.
                This remnant of Hebrewness might be not attacked. But still, it will take care of him. The set must be complete. That old, that known for everybody set, which, for economy of words, is called Hebrew. The economy of words is exactly an achievement in conciseness. Here you have a Hebrew soul, opened out, filled with gas, give a wind there, let it rush about like a mad dog there, give it several times or once for a long time  –  give it a few precious moments to eat all the gas till its end, to swallow everything, to it or to already a specific Hebrew to eat everything till its end that has been served to him by a century, except for his very soul... and what to do with this baby loose jacket? with a soul? a Hebrew baby loose jacket one cannot pack back: there are the most stubborn and purposeful in the direction in which the circumstances, escorting them, guide them, casements. A yellow stars has not fallen from them till present time, a yellow star  –  a direct analogy with the yellow house in the Russian classics of the nineteenth century, like everything that happens in the Holocaust, the yellow house and all its doers are yellow with their madness, it has not been scraped off  –  of nails and bones there has not left the era. And those times are far away, if they are foreseen at all, including by the Hebrew consciousness, when the star will simply be and that is all about it, and infinity in this simplicity, it will be a cosmic body, and not a yellow one from a forearm or the Star of David. Will no longer be a star of madness coming from complete despair.
                And so they pass together  –  the Hebrew Fisher in front of and the dead Jewess Fisher behind him, led by her son along the corridor of safety, the corridor imagined by him. They walk among the absence of human faces. And behind all this he is alone between the walls of the gateway, which do make up the walls of his corridor in reality. The corridor from the outside environment to own dwelling, the daily double corridor, once from home, the second time  –  to home. Similar to a birth canal, but it is not a fact that the Hebrew Fisher is aware of the gateway in this way. The mother, lost in the Holocaust, is all his mental space, but without any details. She evokes no associations... except for one, the association with her killer. And in this Syomochka as he is, is alone, everyone such one  –  alone. How without the mother, as well as without other relatives, even if he has them, how without excess associations, as well as and with one particular one, which more than compensates for the absence of others. A right association, even one, but firmly mastered, can build his whole life according to its drawing, just as one cell of a body can passionately start loving another, neighboring one or even the next but one, or even located in another organ  –  in a lung or a spleen, and it will be loved by a liver cell. And this is not a mess, this is a long-standing order of exchange of attention. A general cleaning is not foreseen in the building of people existence, which, to the upset of all nationalities, has become the building of their common existence. A general cleaning is not foreseen, but it would just be necessary to knock out the dust from the deposits of old carpets and rugs. But just at such moments, instead of dust, exactly smoke begins to go... Or from tangles of hair, for a long time, or never, not combed by the mind and simply and boringly covering the skull boxes  –  the most empty caskets in the world. The Holocaust beating  –  the same exact thing that is given to dogs, and to all the domestic animal gathering, as well as the gathering running freely as random survivors, not removed from the planet. One does not has to humanize it. Or otherwise it will stick to the human race, like all others  –  a sticky rattling affair, especially when we as majority our human are masochists. Watching how Hebrews were beaten, were beaten and will be beaten, we all imagine ourselves in their place with crimson asses and an excited front. With an awakened  –  waken up soul, not yet speaking Yiddish or ancient Hebrew, but some blissful sounds guessing... maybe, not at all from Hebrew and Yiddish. Maybe, these are the sounds of human nature with its ability to remember? In people, nature perishes, as in its own juice. It cooks itself alive, or something. It is a good cook from it, only if that is exactly what it planned. But people perish and do not have time to find out. Therefore, there is no extra data on earth. Not for anyone, even for the half-perished Semyons Jewish ones. One of them, Semyon Fischer, who does not exist in reality, but was replaced by Syomochka Fischer, took thought  –  half resurrected, this is also a form of being. This is also somewhat understandable. Hebrewness is aggravated  –  understanding is aggravated, life activity is aggravated, like a forest begins to grow through in the cells of the brain first, then  –  of the soul... perhaps. Then all over a Hebrew... after all, this does not concern others. Like a breath not of a wind, but of a hurricane with an intent. And intentions are easily understood. Everything in a Hebrew becomes simple  –  like the arrangement of Jewish sidelocks of his relative  –  a Jew by a method of simple curling. Not a complicated hairdressing technique, but to the religion it is a help. So is the Holocaust  –  and it is not difficult to arrange, but again, the help to Hebrews.
                You do not walk in dark courtyards, but dark courtyards walk in you up and down. And in each of them there is its own Holocaust. This is probably because those to whom, by definition, it did not initially belong, are tired of the only Holocaust. But these holocausts are not a Chinese fake either; once the Chinese invented paper  –  the miserable and short-lived copy of parchment. Although in this way they made a cultural revolution long before the all-known Chinese cultural revolution of the twentieth century  –  having made material for writing accessible to the masses. But did not ennoble by it the masses, but simply taught the non-kosher to walk on two legs. But genetics itself did this to them long before paper. The question that interested the Nazis in the first half of the twentieth century for a reason  –  in fact, just the vanguard of humanity in an effort to learn own structure to the last atom. The Nazis invented learning... and someone else invented deep courtyards  –  a trial for those persecuted by their own Holocaust.
                What does go on in a Hebrew's dwelling? Syomochka Fischer, of course, will not open the door for us and will not invite us inside, but, in the company of the author, we can penetrate into his house  –  as well as into a house of any Hebrew  –  without an approving nod of the owner. Without a spectacle with excitement before a mezuzah. We will go in because it is pointless to stay outside. What should we know first when we so cheerfully stepped over his threshold? It is simple. What is his main rule in everyday life? To keep windows open, doors open, closet doors open, even pots and bags and suitcases... all in order to one day open own eyes. At least by inertia. And the external irritant, which prompted to open yourself up to the world through a look at it, will also accept your look  –  like a midwife an unplanned child. The most common child in the world. Syomochka Fisher is already looking somewhere past us  –  since he did not invite guests, it means that they are not there, having, however, realized with a sixth sense that we are not dangerous, he again closes his psychological door. His eyes are open, but something in him shrunk, and not his soul  –  his backside shrunk... no, not Fischer`s one, he is still safe, while at home and while we with the author are visiting him, for him there is only the psychological danger of suddenly trusting the outwardly calm circumstances of a tolerant day. The very memory of the incident in the gateway got its butt clenched. The gateway did not kick Fischer... because he is a Hebrew  –  with him a long-winded fun is obligatory for the gateway: let the possibility of a kick accompany his daydreams, which still hold his breath. A tender couple for a long times, no court will separate it, especially a human one... well, also God's one, which humanity has under control. And Hebrews, remained in the world and for the world, breathe waking dreams and thus the left for them bodies invigorate themselves, led already away from the takeoff run. But something still flaps the human, standing, but not steadfast reed, the trouble is that it exactly flaps, and not sways. All people`s  destiny is in this. Flapping replaces excitement, flapping replaces movement. And now is not the time to burp gas, there is no customer for either dying or resurrection  –  the times are extremely neutral. Times have turned into the Switzerland of belching  –  a glorious calm throat is, one can rest and not to inhale, fall asleep the next but one a cell and count off by twos into molecules. Inhalation-exhalation  –  this is a sea in a human, an endlessly swaying sea of gas. Human inhales and exhales, even if Hebrew ones, they will continue until the closure, that is, until the closure of the entire plant of vital activity, the  plant for the production of minutes and hours, and as a result, years of life. Therefore, the digestion is calm at the same and with the same set table. And the curtains are up... although why not call these rags with their names? These are coulisses  –  life eats for itself in the theater. Syomochka Fisher looks out onto the stage: first, just his nose, which sniffs at the audience, still remaining behind the curtains- coulisses, then his head  –  it is already visible on the stage... with his neck going behind the same backstage, further there is the question is whether will go on stage his body?
                But the coulisses pretend to be curtains. Completely like Hebrews pretend to be just passers-by in a gateway. And no one is ashamed, as everyone believes that they have a weighty reason. And only the Holocaust does not pretend to be anyone whom Hebrews might take for a comfortable acquaintance. It is already their uncomfortable acquaintance. Such one can be introduced into any company as the soul of this company. And not to forget to take interest where the Holocaust might lead Hebrews. What if it can introduce them not only into gas chambers, but also somewhere much farther? Actually, not on the road... then so, much deeper. Eh, not that shape the Earth has... Although it is convenient for the Holocaust to cling to it  –  too many tombstones protrude from it. Even the most round earth is not flat enough, and for a Hebrew prone to rickety legs, it may even be square. Periodically taking  –  as well as for everyone  –  a slightly elongated shape of a tombstone. Or of any other form able to make it difficult for a Hebrew to move through life. Even through his own. In an entrance of his native house to him  –  is it in the entrance of the whole Earth?  –  it becomes uncomfortable when a Hebrew, on his own, can neither go up nor down the stairs. The ladder must be replaced with a canvas of an understandable socially acceptable road. Yes, and with a social crutch, it is more convenient to walk on a flat road than on steps, where each one  –  like marking time, and not a new place in life. Perhaps, in weightlessness, he would have found his place, but instead of weightlessness, gravity oppresses his pride to the earth. Adding to him a documentary form, as to a corresponding narrative.
                And more, in a dwelling of a Hebrew there is a room. No longer a camera, but a real room. Conventionally, it is called the Negotiation Room. «Negotiation room»  –  even hangs on its door. But who and with whom are in talks there? It is possible to hear Syomochka's voice... it is clear that this is a conversation. But with whom?
                For a conversation with a Hebrew there is no need to prepare in advance, because the road is too predictable. And the final destination in any case will remain unchanged. A Hebrew does not seem to come out for a talk, he simply waits for an interlocutor at that point. This point is always somewhere very close to him. A Hebrew could carry it in his pocket  –  as well as all his base means of dialogue, but due to the impossibility of the latter, he himself is nearby. He waits, perhaps all alone, because they will need privacy in the future. Only face to face, a Hebrew extracts from his chest a falsetto, with which a child calls a lost mother, forever lost. The response speech is held by the Holocaust. It just shows a shadow theater. But the number of shadows, the shadows of those who died before, is ultimately limited, and the Holocaust, in the dialogue with the latter, does not even know how many times it will have to be repeated. To scrape the subject of the dialogue to the bottom with its confession. After all, the Hebrews given to it do not understand that its desire is irresistible and will remain so. And not even Hebrews are the reason for that, Hebrews for the Holocaust, perhaps, are quite accidental, their uniqueness was born along with the Holocaust.
The Holocaust: I'm looking for...
And here the Holocaust would even like to show with non-existent hands, gestures who he is looking for. But here, when there really are no hands, what to do? Just to act with someone else's hands. But today's Nazis no longer have their former power. Although in the case of the Holocaust, its spiritual scope, not even to act, but to manage disastrously  –  how much can be done with the hands of underlings? But still, underlings  –  the gods of small actions. Many small actions add up to one big action, often similar to just inspiration. And the nature of it for the majority seems to be precisely the nature of inspiration. And joining someone's inspiration without having your own  –  a very simple matter indeed. And simplicity  –  the key to elegance, precisely that elegance that has in its kin all full-scale actions on reorganization of humanity. Basically, they are always not tricky and, not brought to the end, seeming eternal. And every Hebrew knows that others will help the Holocaust. Those who do not help a Hebrew himself. That is, they have not evolved to sacred awe before a gifted storyteller, moreover before one who can work ( and live; to work like to live and to live like to work ) not only on a podium, but make a podium out of everything.
The Holocaust: I'm looking for...
For now, silence, but a Hebrew will definitely respond, his endurance will betray him. Always at such moments, poorly restrained constant internal hysteria will force to answer.
Hebrew Fisher: Not me.
Fisher is not lazy. Semyon Fisher all  –  opposition to laziness. Just moving ( even if your activity is not needed and they are taking you like furniture ) from one inner city, the city of the driven to a concentration camp, to another, for example, of the not driven into such one  –  like for a book to be removed from a shelf where connections with dust have already been established ( or with a rag that fights dust  –  makes the Holocaust for a dust ) and with small bugs that do not gnaw specifically it, although they do not read it, to lose this shelf and to gain bunk beds after a short period of homelessness, because there are always only bunk beds for the one who is controlled by memory, it is unbearable in its repetition. The debate of the Holocaust and a Hebrew  –  a debate of death and life... just do not rush to assign roles to them: after the dash, the correspondences can be mixed up. And it is not worth to ask yourself the pitiful question that, maybe, just aligned, if they were initially confused. What is good, the Holocaust`s personality saves from false questions, although it gives false answers to the majority. But what else can be given to the majority?.. And the Hebrew majority is also not gifted with anything, like any other, as usual completely murine. Never  –  human`s. Although... it all depends on what meaning we put into this word. It is roomy and holds a lot. Unlike the conversation below. Which takes place according to the rules established once and for a long time and does not provide for improvisations.
The Holocaust: I'm looking for...
Hebrew Fisher: Not me.
The Holocaust: I'm looking for...
Hebrew Fisher: You are looking for.
The Holocaust: I'm looking for...
Hew Fisher: Like breathing.
The Holocaust: I'm looking for...
Hebrew Fisher: Those who no longer breathe. Or breathes in half a breath. They do not lift the wind by themselves... by the reason of that fact that no one can lift their dick anymore. They are impotents, what is now the only condition for their existence. They even refused a doctor. And more, before that, just because they're the ones you're looking for, they gave up on life.
The Holocaust: I'm looking for...
Hebrew Fisher: ... They didn't touch it at all. It is the first thing they have short arms for. Their last dream is to somehow lengthen them, I would say, but my mother killed by you taught me not to lie  –  how can the dead dream? They are dead and their dreams are dead too.
The Holocaust: I'm looking for...
Hebrew Fisher: Those whom you will find.
But not in my dwelling, Syomochka would like to add, but why say the obvious? He is alone here, and was alone until the Holocaust began to come to him. Thanks at least that it chose a certain room for the visits. In extreme case, Syomochka Fisher can leave, the room or the house. But all the same never  –  beyond the boundaries of the memory.
The Holocaust: I'm looking for...
Hebrew Fisher: You have already arranged the lights to make it easier to search. In broad daylight, and even with lanterns as add, not a single Hebrew, not a single Hebrew shadow will hide from you.
The Holocaust: I'm looking for...
Hebrew Fisher: You gather the ashes after everything and everyone burned down.
The Holocaust: I'm looking for...
Hebrew Fisher: Not me.
Outwardly, it looks as Syomochka Fisher is sitting in front of one of the walls, at some distance from it, and speaks, addressing to the wall. Then he is silent, then again he says «not me», then again and again  –  «not me», and so this can go on for quite a long time. Until Syomochka gets tired of answering his invisible interlocutor, or until the latter gets tired of pressing questions on something for Syomochka. 
                But this is an incorrect vision of what is happening, what is correct  –  described a little higher.
                Syomochka never completely leaves this room, part of him always remains there. This is his control space  –  when the Holocaust is there, it is nowhere else. This is that flat surface on which it is attached with a needle of Syomochka's constant attention, like a butterfly under glass. This is place of duty of Syomochka actually in a negotiation booth  –  they can call at any time and it makes no sense to go far. And far away  –  nowhere to go. «Far» does not exist. It evaporated as gas, and from the gaseous sky, where the dead had rushed, the ghosts of Hebrews descended along with the general military landing of the dead of the Second World War.
                One can seat into the Holocaust like in a bus, most of Hebrews think. Fortunately, the stop of this route is located next to the house of each of them. Close to the mind of each of them first. And now, if someone ever wants to move it, they will not let it. It is like losing your historical privilege  –  strengthening your historical significance. This is not the most modern transport, not the cleanest in terms of moral ecology that we have at our disposal today, but it is already some time for now it can be considered traditional. Hebrews ride not bad in it  –  this trip has become an uninterrupted harvest for some time now. It is no longer just an operating skill, but a specific development that is able to ride someone who looks for a migration, who runs from a self-restraint on a spot, to the next one exactly the same. And it is customary for a Hebrew to get off at such a stop, he also ascended in this bus from an analogous one. And since some time, Hebrews undertake to carry other nationalities in their national bus  –  national formations that have not been honored with a personal acquaintance with the Holocaust. Most often on the footboard of the bus, not letting them into the passenger compartment, but like a cripple uses his disability for begging  –  henceforth his tool of production, so Hebrews use a car made from the Holocaust to move from social point «A» to social point «B» and so on further down the alphabet of people society. The alphabet is not very large, the smarter one need to use the transport of mining of guarantees for own place under the future sun. The bus is not new, but it is running. More and more new passengers constantly sit down in the bus` belly, which would certainly have come apart at the seams, if it were not also the belly of the tragedy, too. Shakespeare is dead and cannot envy, but his little copies are alive  –  Hebrews, every day re-voicing tragedies with the same plot for their theatrical audience: from the Babylonian captivity to the Holocaust. The Holocaust belly is arranged in such a way that a Hebrew boils there in his own, a Hebrew's, juice, not being digested, but similarly to an incorrectly assembled perpetual motion machine, producing the illusion of movement, but not the movement itself. And without even bothering to work out the flickering of the roadsides, which should happen with real traffic. A fake is unique just like a fake. But if the motion were real, so one could really go somewhere far away from real Jewry. There happens a hackneyed horse, there happens a hackneyed peasant woman, who is also like a horse, and Hebrews are transported by a hackneyed bus. And unlike a peasant woman or a horse, it cannot even raise its voice... although what would it say to its riders? Let me take you back to your house and never stop near it again for more time? But you, like trained poodles, will jump on the bottom step right on the go, and I have no doors, because I am  –  a passage yard. You, dear ones, stuck to me like a bath sheet to the list of stable comparisons of the Russian language. You paid tribute to the artificial mating. Never made it art. But it is not enough to repeat the act of creation schematically, and you have replaced the movement of the Creator's hips with the movement of an old machine on the potholes of your existence. The talkative bus will entertain a Hebrew, like a domestic dog suddenly started talking  –  a dog dreaming at least of a street kennel, away from an owner, but it will not talk enough for a change of route for itself, and also this is not impossible under such a stubborn rider. The seat-bottoms of Hebrews are fastened deathly, they cannot be torn off by an unexpected road jolt. There may be such on the route of their conveying. And at the same time, for example, also not secular fellow travelers. A Hebrew looks at his religious modification with condescension  –  just like the Holocaust at them in the imaginary cell of Syomochka Fisher, a Jew has sidelocks like spurs  –  they spur him on, he also rides in this bus along with an ordinary Hebrew, a Hebrew who is not such a funny and cruel in its meaninglessness spectacle. But at least they have sidelocks  –  the eternal accompaniment of all their emotions, and a Hebrew only has his heels to beat on the bus floor  –  to insist on continuing of the trip. And after all, it will continue, because at the already gained speed, pressing the stop crane means to sit down with your bare ass in the middle of the road and there is no sense in this bare-ass adventure when the Holocaust is so reliably made habitable by them. And it is only today it had a look of a bus, and tomorrow it will get the look of a rocket... after which Hebrews themselves will be able to consider themselves astronauts. Although this will not make Hebrews astronauts, of course  –  there is no sense in deep cosmos, there is no reason for reflection. But be that as it may, all rides, and this is that speed at which sidelocks do not flutter, but fly off completely. And not from a temple polished by thoughtlessness, where they, like in a door, knock in an ear, but immediately from a soul. But Jews mostly ride synagogues  –  also a collective transport, at that not original, pagan temples, Christian ones, Orthodox churches, mosques, Buddhist buildings  –  this pony has many little muzzles, any of them it has already been repeatedly scutched by good-natured and satisfied with it owners... because even a pony  –  first and foremost a workhorse. And the Holocaust can boldly take its place both in the bus fleet and among the religions-colonizers of people, although from time immemorial this process was only mutual and never otherwise.
                From the bus views are opened, which a Hebrew understands already by inertia. A little inspired passenger is always like this: by inertia, not only a bus moves, but also his eyes. One can understand where a Hebrew lost his inspiration, but the absence of it  –  is it really a reason to leave your passenger seat? Apparently, a Hebrew is somehow glued to the Holocaust. The quickest answer  –  by nationality. But as the second number may come up the answer already this: with their national structure of the psyche. Apparently, this is largely a synonym for the previous answer... but the wordings... the wordings, as in the documents of the Third Reich... decides the wordings. And the rest here is like in a cinema, where they show films that they themselves shot. Syomochka Fisher has a subscription also to this cinema hall, not only for hebrew life. What is the most important thing in a seat? not to wobble? wrong. Let it walk with a shaker  –  a Hebrew will master the dance on an ass. In the seat is main his location. These seats all have it correct in this bus  –  incorrect or unfortunate placement is impossible by default. If you are in the Holocaust, if you are the second or the third, or even the fourth wave from the birth of the Holocaust, then if you are in the Holocaust, you are in luck  –  not in Hebrew one, but more, in the social one, this is your insurance for a case of social perturbations: connected with The Holocaust as its victim or the offspring of a victim, like tied to the top of a tree  –  always above a social unrest, always with a gesheft. A rightly put seat –  this is a soul of a passenger. A rightly put seat in the Holocaust  –  this is the soul of a Hebrew. In conditions of road shaking, a seat-bottom is important, having sit comfortably and expecting to ride far. Because that place where it, the soul, is now, can change itself and the soul will find itself much lower, having descending not only from a monotonous existence, but also from efforts to preserve such. The talks in the bus are not quite the same as at the stops  –  in it they do not talk about how to get in the bus. When they have already sat in it, the world behind the glass with its great worries becomes like a satellite, which is kept at estrangement. At the distance necessary to avoid being involved in its affairs. To be involved in the affairs of others some one kind of nationality, especially Hebrew one, cannot–  only an observation from the outside, if some kind of gesheft from an observation is possible. But to observe  –  to be involved in the fullest sense of the word. Here, specifically a Soviet Hebrew could recall a Russian  –  that is who disinterestedly or, perhaps, simply not knowing how to do himself a favor, allows his nature to involve himself in the suffering of others... But enough about a Russian, next to a Russian a Hebrew has always been uncomfortable: a Russian  –  it is a draught that reminds a Hebrew that there is autumn in the world. And a Hebrew wants to have himself into his Semitic summer. It seems that the bus filled with the gesheft mined in and on the Holocaust goes just there. To the Semitic region, where there is a sea of everything, but most importantly, a sea of warmth. And it is not that a Hebrew has a sea of deeds, but a sea of intentions in his pocket, which he would like simply by his nature to convey to others.
                What is the most important thing about a bus? The windshield like in a movie theater. If you do not ride with your eyes closed. If you do not ride, watching dreams opposite the direction of the route. But such sleepyheads are not found among Hebrews. The windshield is always thoroughly wiped: it is needed to keep it constantly clean, like the lenses of own personal glasses  –  through it to look into the future... however, with the future they often confuse the present, own one and... probably, once again own one. Because the neighborhood`s one  –  a closed zone, a zone of a different nationality. This is a completely separate from your camp... of course, like yours, with the relaxation of the regime  –  all the Nazi camps were taken into their fate by your and someone else's parents. The first mice of the non-survival race, but this race took place so that your race would already a survival race. So that your walking for survival would not walking in the desert, in which, apart from manna and endless fires of sacrifices, there are only scattered tribes of Hebrews; so your race became a race through the streets of cities... The Holocaust  –  this is your Moses, which deceived Hebrews for the second time with the promised land  –  this will be Israel the second time, but there will also be an attempt to spread Israel around the world. The windshield, if desired, is a repeater... and without desire too. Windshield  –  a selection of documentaries which are united by the power of your nerves into one about your life, Syomochka Fisher. The windshield shows perspective not only to the driver. Any Hebrew will see out it even from the very back seat. And it is not looking around, but only, as it should be, forward. And ahead he wants to see the Hebrew world and he has the right to it after the Holocaust tried to delete him from the already written poems about the being of the coexistence of peoples. And a big-eyed Hebrew who sees everything even from the back seat is not the one who wants to see that, by crossing out, the Holocaust just for sure entered him into prose. For sure and without an error enrolled in the ranks of the chosen, not even in the square, but in the cube. Near the windshield it is well for a Hebrew to think about why the Holocaust set its eyes exactly on him. And the glass fogs up even in summer.
                Syomochka Fisher is standing on the back platform of the bus... but while it seems to be an ordinary bus, it in an ordinary way travels through the most common places in the city where Syomochka Fisher lives. And, probably, this is the very place where the Hebrew Syomochka Fisher can enjoy his ordinariness. Not usual for a Hebrew, not usual for a bus: it is hard to be a simple vehicle when under the same guise the Holocaust brings Hebrews somewhere. But there is always a route that you can exploit  –  this is your spare bus. Your spare you. The Holocaust  –  your spare you. «I am afraid of myself»  –  a phrase that is met not rare, but in the case of Semyon Fischer, the Hebrew Fischer, has acquired a literal meaning.
                Hebrew Fisher is going to a real prison  –  not an imaginary cell with a condemnation of the Holocaust, staged by him, to an ordinary city`s one. Voluntarily. He can no longer wait for them to come for him as for a Hebrew. Give him a place where he will manage to blossom into a flower  –  at least remotely resembling a concentration camp! this is the apotheosis of any Hebrew fate, do not dare to deny also and Syomochka Fisher in given him by God. One day his destiny should become available to him, he lived enough in vain. He had lived long enough as a bad son, an unfaithful son. In a cell a real one, he would seem to be closer to his mother, to her life, to her pre-death. Give him an end in prison  –  captivity, which is the only free space for a Hebrew. And this is his own will. Return the walls to him, in anticipation of which he was born, then, decades ago, his mother foresaw, knowing that they would come for her, thinking only about whom to entrust the future child, managed to give birth and literally throw the newly born out of her life, so that nothing connected her, zhidovka ********* Fisher, with a new member of the human society, who went, not even knowing how to crawl, into his own life, separate from hers, withstood long tortures of an interrogation, because the very first medical examination upon admission to the camp showed that the woman had recently gave birth, and whom could she give birth to, if not a Hebrew? The Holocaust needed all and everyone. But the cub crawled away from the Reich, his retreat was ensured by her, the mother, silence, heavy and viscous, stretching like rubber, and tearing from time to time with a wild cry, after with a wheezing, then with groaning and animal mooing, but even the mooing animal falling into madness, into which the inquiry turned the woman, did not then give the Holocaust the last Hebrew of the Hebrew people. She then lost a lot of blood, which, in general, she did not already need before her death, but one drop of her Hebrew blood escaped not into the blood trap in the interrogation room, but into a distant life for decades to come. The drop began to be called Syomochka Fisher and tried to merge into the general mainstream of the post-war society, but, as the rescued himself understands it, without much success. Having honestly perished as a Hebrew female, his mother was more successful. She in a real way walked this earth through. And the child looks for her footprints in order to follow them to her, to his family. The grown-up Fischer found no other way out for himself, only to return to captivity in order to blindly grope for his mother there, so that the family would be reunited, so that the once shed blood would unite  –  so that he would have a chance for a second, real, life.
                Syomochka Fisher have arrived and was thrown out of the Holocaust bus. This is the second hysteria of the Hebrew Fisher  –  at the checkpoint of a prison, for some reason this particular day refused to lay to the general set of all his outwardly calm days alone with real and invented memories, it is not a twin of the morning panic attack, it is more terrible, because for the first time not at home. Not in the dwelling. Out, in front of everyone. Even Syomochka himself seems to be able to see it from the outside, while he is beating at the closed doors of an institution that does not personally deal with Hebrews and which ones do not perceive them as a particularly dangerous social evil. Probably `this is what Hebrew Fisher is unable to forgive. After everything that his people experienced and he personally, to deny him in an elementary thing  –  to be an exception in this society? They do not dare. This is also the Holocaust. The Holocaust  –  an employer and a job. The Holocaust  –  this is that is impossible, it is simply impossible to refuse like this and immediately. This is an artificial ventilation device for the lungs of a Hebrew that no longer work independently. It was what Syomochka Fischer tried to shout to a duty squad taking him to the department for violating public order. But his wish was partly granted. And here Syomochka wanted to scream from an orgasm that had suddenly overtaken him. Psychological one, because the physical tension of the several decades lived through and out could not already leave the body of a Hebrew. It is and a straitjacket, previously wetted with his own tears and, drying on him, squeezing him, and a supporting corset, and his curse, and the cry of a newborn who suddenly had to grow up simply because he was very much frightened at one time.
                The cell in the police station was not a concentration camp. And never tried to be. As never before, the militia********** of the country of living of the adult Hebrew Fischer did not try to create such conditions for any of the nationalities united under its mighty aegis.
                In this cell  –  a real one  –  there was the same light bulb right under the ceiling and a lattice on the window, and several bunks, and oil paint of the same color that better than others conveys the non-optimistic mood of the detainees, and Syomochka Fisher was in it. And his Holocaust with him. Who exactly were not there were the mother of the Hebrew Fisher and a hope for a meeting. There was a policeman on duty at a shouting distance, but not quite in the cell, rather outside. And there were no more Hebrews inside, and in general, the Hebrew Fisher turned out to be the only one detained for his hour  –  is this good or rather inconvenient, it is up to whom to decide? The author looks at Syomochka Fisher, he  –  at the Holocaust, delegating all the powers to it. The Holocaust neither smiled nor frowned now, it recalled that this Hebrew was not the first to voluntarily lock himself in a prison cell  –  a common place for the wishing to hide from someone who looks for them in the world. But this one somehow came very deep into the cell  –  without the intention of coming back. And in it, unlike his home, it seemed comfortable to him. It was exactly thanks to the duty squad that Syomochka Fisher managed to fall asleep peacefully for the first time in a very, very long time. Not being embarrassed either of himself or of his dreams, and, already in a sleep, taking the pose of a Star of David, slipped off a forearm of some distant relative of Syomochka in the Polish, for example, ghetto. Although his relatives, from whose shoulders, from anyone, he could have slipped as such a star, can be in any part of Holocaust Europe. Already as a memory, not as a body. But, having fallen asleep, Syomochka did not think about all this and, first of all, about his posture. Willingly or not, he trusted the state body. Our main, and oftentimes only confessors  –  not priests in churches and not rabbis, but representatives of law enforcement agencies, it is they who know about us what is not reported to our closest acquaintances. Although specifically Syomochka is not the owner of such ones. Well, also the Holocaust supervising him also knows something about his ward. Is not it time for it to say a little about Syomochka?
Holocaust: Semyon Fisher is a very hemorrhoid guy, I want to tell you this  –  he is simply created from hemorrhoids and for hemorrhoids. Semyon Fisher, like a corpse, is scattered in parts throughout the text  –  around the cell, around his dwelling, wherever I cop him  –  I cannot put him together in a single picture! so a corpse is scattered  –  different parts in different places. And I did not get the impression created that one part of him is striving for another  –  it is like the nationalities of the Earth: if one disappears, the others will not consider that they have lost. Many humanities abiding on the planet at the same time are considered  –  mainly in the minds of writers  –  as a single acting humanity, but in essence remain simply ethnic museums with acting characters placed in different parts of the planet. And the Hebrew Fischer  –  the same museum where I have a subscription??. Why should I talk for a long time about him, my last Hebrew? I look and understand that he  –  mine.
                And Syomochka Fisher is laying... not as a suckling, but as an attempt of him. Hands and feet to the sides, scattered around the state-owned berth, the impression that he just pounced on a sleep. Like a starving one on a ration. A bas-relief on the bunk. The starving bas-relief. Hands and feet to the sides, scattered around the state-owned bunk, the impression that he just fell asleep. Like a starving one on a ration. Bas-relief on the bunk. The starving bas-relief. Semyon Fisher, from a bas-relief become a high relief  –  a convex creation of your happy hours, sleep it off. Thus, day after day, sleep after sleep, the chosen hours of life passed. Fifteen 24-hours-o`clock later, Syomochka Fisher was shaken free. It took a look again as the Holocaust. Own native dwelling took a look again expectantly. But even before it there is still a road through the possessions of Scylla and Charybdis, two walls of residential buildings that form his familiar gateway  –  his daily route, with the exception of these wonderful fifteen 24-hours-o`clocks. The route without the narrow neck of the entrance to the hole  –  to the little world of comfort of the Hebrew little animal, in principle, the same little world as any little animal from the world of people has, simply exactly to that one it would be desirable a house and the territory near, where the view from all sides till the horizon. But Syomochka Fisher never moved to an open field.
                A gateway at dusk  –  the passage is not somewhere, but only in the final twilight. Into the final Holocaust. By the way, exactly there it is most comfortable to the twilight of the soul. And not only to Hebrew one. Different souls can gain their comfort there. Even earlier than you, Semyon Fisher. This is to the fact that you are not the first there... not the first on this earth, not you who is its first discoverer. Although the first discoverer and a current owner are often not the same thing in this world... but to outplay the realities in this way you will not have the strength.
                So someone is already there at dusk? There is no motion, but there are also no hopes that the passage is free. However, so Syomochka has it every day. Every day without an attack. But is it necessary to say that with the expectation of such? But your house itself will not step up to you... therefore, everywhere and at all times you have to move towards it. A dwelling is not a he-dog and to a whistle does not run to an owner  –  it is an owner who always strives to get into his dwelling. Not to press it to yourself, but to snuggle up to it yourself  –  its blissful inside. And now you are walking through «the valley of the shadow of death»... even though you are a Hebrew and closer to Judaism, but all the same you still walk through and along Christian darkness... with the hope for a Christian dawn of security. Your education received a «valley`s» image from Christianity, exactly which made it known to the entire oikumene; Christianity  –  the spreader of Judaism, just as your weak body is the spreader of your fluids of fear. The gateway is already overfulled of them. It has now become like an aquarium filled with your transpirations... whether will we determine the nationality of these transpirations?.. We  –  no, it will be determined by the one who is waiting for you here. This place, like and any one under the sun, is already occupied. But souls do not have passports, so we will not specify the nationality of the bully. We would do this if the text were about a confrontation of two nationalities, but this text is about the confrontation ( or the desired symbiosis ) of one nationality with its own creation  –  the Holocaust. It is like a reunion of the parental home with a prodigal aggressive child. Whose name starts with the letter «h», but not Haim, but the Holocaust ( Haim  –  life, Syomochka has this information at the genetic level and one of the endless traditions-interpretations says that the name of Mashiach will be Haim, but Syomochka, who has detached himself from the swampy religion, it is all the same ). It is already known about Syomochka that he is a little fish. So he swam in here, by inertia moving his fins-props. Fish are not afraid of water, proceeding from that they are not afraid of an aquarium. Although an aquarium is already a limited water space. This aquarium is not yet filled with gas  –  this is the advantage of Syomochka Fisher over the standard fists of all living things and on two legs  –  the thing which is even useful from time to time, it is they that do not allow a human to slide into final infantilism, and a the Hebrew Fisher is even ready for them, as far as it is at all perhaps for someone who is more similar to a much matured and somewhat aged Moomin troll with a bit of Semitic coloring than a boxer. But in general, Semyon Fisher is similar to a Hebrew... even more than he himself thinks. Even more than his mother would want for him. The gateway testifies to this. But this is not its main occupation  –  it is a frame, like a frame of a picture, and what is most often depicted on such a canvas?.. fists, only fists  –  the center of the whole space and always the epicenter of future events. All the yard boys, one of whom, at least for a short time, the Hebrew Fisher was once, know that story about fists, where it is said that fists do not go out for a walk separately from their owner, just as Syomochka Fisher does not go out anywhere separately from his nationality, and that does not go anywhere without the Holocaust. So that is who should be here...
–  Hey, Es, Ef! –  the bully addressed Syomochka Fischer by the first letters of his name ...
Syomochka's mother turns around at the frivolous address, but immediately turns out to be closed by her son's back; Syomochka Fischer is not a bodyguard for her, once no longer saved, but he does not run from the gateway  –  inhaling the smoke of a concentration camp stove, the son of a murdered Hebrew female becomes a wall between the outside world and all his own, their common with his mother, Jewry, only Syomochka sees the smoke, a stove and a concentration camp, for all the others who are not here, for the bully the air of the gateway is clean and transparent.
–  Hey... – repeated the unknown guy. As a strange shadow grimacing in the rectangle of the walls and the ceiling of the gateway, which serves as a floor for some of unknown to Syomochka Syomochka`s neighbors, and approaching the Hebrew Fischer, not at all driven by the wind.
The Hebrew Fisher does not have the question raisen of how he knows the name of Syomochka, or at least the first letters of this name. He  –  the Holocaust: he is the morning suffocation immediately after waking up, he is a constant interlocutor, he is a bus, he is a cellmate, he is an employer and a job, and now in his true form  –  in the form of a human to Syomochka, almost dancing, approaches the one whose name is not Haim, but the Holocaust. The Hebrew Fisher will not run and knock on the windows of the first floors, he will not give voice his Hebrew one, he will not amuse the inhabitants inside the windows with his burr and will not irritate anyone with it, also. Loosening the yard asphalt with his run, a Hebrew all the same will not sow bread for them. As well as with his voice the window glass he will not manage to break. But a Hebrew would not also want this for his neighbors. Or does the Hebrew Fisher still break away, from the place, from his breath, from his body, but not being able to run out of the planet into the courtyard of outer cosmos? Breath breaks for sure... it even almost barks, like if a small dog, as usual, disoriented among people and new circumstances. But here now he is not running alone... the bully, the Holocaust is ready to run with him nearby, however, Syomochka did not start running, they rather move relative to the nook given to them between the outside world of the street and the inner world of the yard towards each other, and not to the sides, that is the gateway what pushes them towards each other. This is a rapprochement without calling on for a «smoke up» and an exchange of pleasantries, without an exchange of names, but with an exchange of pedigrees. Meanwhile, Syomochka even trusts his vis-a-vis. He will make with his male body that what his mother could not do with her female body  –  he will close Syomochka from another lonely home evening, an evening alone with all the perished Hebrews. Syomochka Fischer flew into the wall of the gateway, as a sweaty palm of an excited person flies to a jamb in order to leave there itself as an imprint. The nearest wall  –  if you slide down it, then a support, if you strive to enter without asking and from an unexpected side to those who live behind it, then an obstacle. There was no passage and Syomochka Fisher remained in the gateway. Which has already become his home for this evening. It is the hooligan most often entered and left the gateway, and Syomochka would linger here, like the Hebrews of Moses in the desert, having left one captivity, but not having yet entered the next one.
                For several some sort of moments it seemed to Syomochka that he was in an empty gateway  –  so it might have seemed to a concentration camp Hebrews before their very death that they were still alive, a blissful illusion... having an end. The hooligan returned to the gateway, which he did not leave  –  again before human eyes, poorly distinguishing between reality and their memory, the figure of the End sways. In this gateway specifically Hebrew`s one. The bully sees that Syomochka believes in something, maybe, in his non-existence? In a momentary sleep that can protect from everything? Syomochka have really closed his eyes and fell asleep, his psyche remained with the Holocaust. It was it who flew to the wall and left its imprint on it, but exactly it did not run away from the unknown represented by the bully. Although what there may be unknown to someone? Shmon*********** on the subject of what is valuable and potentially valuable is as old as this world and all Hebrew history. Syomochka twitched awkwardly, more instinctively than with the intention of resisting. But that was enough for the aggressor. In general, a victim should be extinguished immediately, at least to the state of permanent non-resistance, if not to death. In this, an ordinary hooligan really resembled the Catastrophe that happened to the entire Hebrew people in the first half of the twentieth century. And the fists, which Syomochka had got dreamed of at the beginning of the chapter of his day under the name of the gateway, really went into action. Having shook Syomochka a little, the hooligan noted to himself his heaviness, which was not combined with the general complexion, even taking into account that part of the bodies of the sufferer, whose nationality the hooligan, by the way, did not care about, were hiding under a spacious raincoat. Holoco... that is, the hooligan made a quite for the circumstances logical decision to ransack the sufferer. Outwardly, almost no cloak of a victim is interesting, but from experience the bully knew that surprises were possible. Syomochka Fisher has in the pockets of his trousers and the jacket, and the shirt, in the breast pockets of it and in the inside ones, in all absolutely inside pockets of the raincoat cobblestones. The bully discovered these cobblestones with his fists  –  the Hebrew Fisher turned out to be a hard boxing bag. Syomochka Fisher turned out to be the one who carries stones without intending to throw them. From this exactly, Syomochka's step became somewhat heavier. But in the outer pockets of the soft voluminous raincoat  –  no, and the bully did not see them. And now, amazed, he is palpating Syomochka and taking out one or two stones, as if he were taking them out from the rocky bottom of a well. The hooligan is unpleasant, or rather, even it is painful  –  to beat the soft human inside and hit the stones  –  this is not what one expects from a gray passer-by, sneaking to his house as a mouse on a dark evening. But Syomochka also had a few stones from external pressure that went deeper into his sides  –  they pressed themselves in and remained there. Their location could be guessed from Syomochka's eyes  –  with a slightly crazy expression  –  light, but final. Still, he entered his twilight. He met his Holocaust. These eyes of his for society will now always remain so.
                The attack stumbled not on the stones, not on Syomochka, the attack stumbled on the eyes, not madness was looking out of them, but readiness for it, acceptance of it.
                There is a time to scatter stones and to gather stones... next to a Hebrew. Here they are already gathered in Syomochka  –  he, a Hebrew, can only «voluntarily» transfer them to the attacker... or to the hooligan who so successfully turned up for him for this case, since that one decided to carry out some expropriation  –  well, let in such case him take Syomochka's Hebrew burden. Syomochka's library. A Hebrew library. The collected stones as the collected books and by them you read the fate of that one at whom these stones fly. As well as the fate of that one  –  from whom they fly away. From whom they push themselves off. Stones push themselves off for a flight from hands, from palms, from solidified smooth surface of eyes, having forgotten that they were only pupils.  Stones fly, not being birds and aviators, not having wings. Cobblestones take off, in time of revolutions, in the name of fall of regimes, for glory their eternal governing... at least over one. There are conceived revolutions of narrow rooms, a realization of them is started most often in gateways. But after that, the bully, as if in some kind of trance, is already gathering these cobblestones and giving them back to Syomochka, and helping to put around them back in the pockets, and Syomochka already himself adjusts his cloak on himself.
                All the stones will be returned to a Hebrew. And all his stones are again invisible to an outside eye.
                The Holocaust  –  this is Semyon Fisher, without metaphors, all this text could be not written, just to write his name at the beginning of a sentence and at the end of a sentence  –  one sentence. And then to put a full stop... without measuring its depth, because the bottom there is rocky despite the delicate appearance Hebrew one. What does this appearance do? It reflects in stones even before it reflects in a line. A Hebrew, in general, can be thrown instead of a stone  –  and he always decides by himself where or whom it is up to him to hit. And he hits into himself. Syomochka Fisher was indeed left alone in the gateway. Deprived of stones and acquired own stones again.




Nota Bene:

   
* for page 2: fishermen – this play on words when translating text from Russian ( where in this place the diminutive name of the hero is given as a common noun for the plural ) into English was suggested by Google Assistant. ( The authorship of this portion of the text is indicated in connection with the author’s opinion regarding the need to respect AI copyright. )

** for page 8: hut is a Russian prison slang term for a cell`s inner community.

*** for page 8: rooster is a Russian male prison slang term for a turned out, passive homosexual ( that is a caste of so called untouchables behind the bars, the lowest of the lowest. )

**** for page 10: Red Corner – a place of honor in Russian and Soviet tradition.

***** for page 10: Russian, Soviet and post-Soviet prisons are traditionally of two sorts: so called black ones and so called red ones, the first ones are for criminals, the second ones – for criminals from police structures.   

****** for page 10: Masha, Mashka or Manka – a shortened variant of name Maria, in Russian, Soviet and post-Soviet prisons is a caste title for perverted person among other prisoners, for whom such a person fulfills a role of a passive, female in a caricature way homosexual.

******* for page 16: hare – not formal Russian word for a passenger without a ticket.

******** for page 18: Russian expression «like peas against a wall» means words addressed to somebody with whom, after all, it has no desirable result.

********* for page 29: zhidovka/zhid ( for a female person/for a male person ) – Russian or Ukrainian not a respectful term for a Jewish person, approximately equal to North American term kike.   

********** for page 30: militia – a name for the Soviet state police.

*********** for page 33: shmon – Russian criminal slang word means a shakedown in a prison or anywhere, based on Jewish word for number 8, what historically based on the fact that a standard shakedown in Rassian prisons was at 8 o`clock.