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320 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1992
Johann Shatrov fell out the window and broke. Laozi and Jacoblev were gods, they were sitting in the tumult of essential clouds and were creating everything that could be. One day they were bored and Jacoblev, as if soaping himself with the astral incense, was acquiring specific material shell and saying, “Laozi, just fashion a world for me for I am all!”
Laozi, situated on the other side of the limit, was encompassing his comrade-in-creation in paradisiacal splendour of verity and existence. He could become an object as well, but in this given moment or minute he possessed the absolute time, in which it was undesirable to lose regalia of the supreme being and to lower down to his own materialization in order to talk and be nearby.
“The entire eternity ago, when nothing existed yet, and the world wasn’t created, it happened so that something has appeared. After a very lengthy period of time philosophers and scientists will start going mad trying to find out how Naught turned into All, but to us now it doesn’t mean a thing – I’ll begin my tale from the fact that Something has appeared – the infinitesimal particle of stuff, the smallest really existing object, which had kept within itself All that happened afterwards, and absolutely All that only can be.
I don’t know how much I will shock and surprise you if I tell you that this infinitesimal particle was me.”
“I always carry weapon,” she said quietly, aiming her crossbow. A man was walking along and heard nothing. The arrow has pierced through his left calf. He has cried out and fallen. At once glad Antonina ran near and bended over the victim, smiling smugly.
“What does it mean?” the man asked suffering.
“Nothing. I’ve shot you just to be with you. Now I will rape you and then I will eat you.”
“Why?”
“I remember that female mantis behaves this way. It must be wonderful.”
“But I’m not a mantis.”
“It doesn’t matter, you’re my beloved. You’re my darling bug.”