Book: Roadside picnic. Page 2
Throughout the city there are only two people - red and me! All the rest are pigs, children of Satan. Red! You also serve the devil, but you're still a man...
- ...And to myself I say: what do you have in Europe, not seen? The boredom of your not seen? Day; evening TV watching, the night came to a hateful woman under a blanket, bastards to produce. Your strikes, demonstrations, policy is broken down... In a coffin, I your Europe have seen - say - scuzzy.
- Well, why shouldn't Europe?...
- And - say - it's the same everywhere, but in Antarctica, even in addition cold.
Our little town is a hole. It always has been and still is. Only now, from this hole in the future. Through this hole we this into your lousy world we fill that everything will change. Life will be different, correct, each will have all that is necessary. Here is the hole. Through this hole of knowledge goes. And when we have the knowledge, we'll make everyone rich, and'll fly to the stars, and where you want to get. Here's a hole we have here...
After only one left - a girl by the arm to hold.
I locked myself in a stall, got my flask, unscrewed the cap, and attached myself to it like a bug. Sit on the bench, my knees empty, my head empty, empty soul, know yourself swallow strong as water. Alive. Released Area. Released a grebe. Despicable. Alive. The damn, treacherous bitch. Anyone other than a Stalker, do not understand.
The second Stalker commandment either to the right or to the left, everything must be clean at one hundred paces.
Wow, guys, in the Area is also to breathe can be, if skillfully...
- ...The further into the Zone the nearer to heaven...
What? - he asks.
- Pray!- shout.- Stalkers Paradise in the queue pass!
...when you Zone out, then one of two things: either cry or joke, and I had never cried.
Area since: swag back - a miracle came back alive - luck, the patrol bullet by luck, and all the rest is fate...
I thought, thought, nothing useful came up and decided to spit!