პირველი სამოყვარულო ფიქცია ჩვენ საიტზე. თუ გსურთ განათავსოთ თქვენი ნაშრომები საიტზე მოგვწერეთ ფეისბუქ ჯგუფში.
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“Francois Boggart was 17th century alchemist and philosopher who despite his ill repute has gained a considarable influence in court of King Louis XIV. Main bulk of his studies concerned, as of all his collegues, philosophers stone and fountain of youth. With first he hoped to gain great wealth and with second an eternal life to enjoy it in full. But this was not what made him such an interesting figure for studies. Philosophers stone and Fountain of youth have been subject of unsucessful search for hundreds of years. What made Boggart stand out from the bunch of speculants and pseudo scientist was his works concerning non-material aspect of our world. He believed that the world we inhabited was shaped by a thought of great intelligence [though he refused to practice any single religion believing most of them to be stemming from single universal truth] and as we were continuation of this intelligence we were able [to lesser degree] to alter time and space around us. On this subject he wrote 16 volumes, most of which was destroyed when a mob of angry peasant, who were supposedly angered by the continual disappearance of newborns around Boggart’s estate, burned his house down. Hundreds of witnesses saw how he locked himself in servant’s cabin,surrounded and defeated. Wooden structure was set on fire,but alchemist’s remains where never found. Some say that instead of screamings of burning man they heard him talking to voice whose sole intonation sent shiveres to everyone listening. Superstitious folks say that in the end of his life devil himself came after him to oversee the fulfllment of contract…”
As I was sitting in my cabinet, looking on the scrabs of paper all over my working desk, a single knock came at my door.
Clear, lonely knock.
For a moment I sat still, perplexed by the sound, made unusual by the lateness of the hour. It was well over the midnight and taking late visitors was not my custom.
As I paused for a minute, thinking if it was worth checking on intruder, I soon became aware of the low buzzing sound, apparently produced by the knock.
I felt dizzy as my ears where being attacked by low piched noise, raising up and down. But this strange feeling was soon suprassed. After coming to myself, which took several minutes, I felt a strange change in the atmosphere of my room. The smell of time, the essence of moment,zeitgeist or whatever else one may call it was always strongly felt by me. This paculiarity of character also meant that I come under its effects more often than other people do, at least that is what I observed through my lifetime. And now I felt as one in centuries past, I breathed air that hasn’t been polluted by human machinaries, I felt the period of great discoveries ahead, a revolution soon forecoming and the birth of new nation.
As I stood up to check on the late intruder a second knock shook my door. This was much louder, so much so that I became fearful of damage the noise would do to my eardrums. Strangely, second knock was not followed by revebrations, on the contrary it seemed to deafen all sounds and make me aware of my own heartbeat.
As I began to move toward the door, edge of my eye caught a sight most unusual. Through the window of my living room I gazed at the beauty that combination of moonlight and silent graveyard created. Glowing faintly blue it formed a marvelous sight for one who appreciates such things.
For couple of minutes I stood still, admiring the beauty of this desolation. Graveyard, I think is truly the best type of community people can ever have. But than as minutes passed, my faculties came back to senses, and, paradoxically, told me that I was dreaming. How else could I explain the fact that place now occupied by graveyard was in the morning a parking spot! This realisation along with the changes I experienced beforhand created sensation of vividest dream I ever head.
Now convinced that I was dreaming I gravitated towards the door, to say hello to my late visitor. As I took the handle a third knock came at my door and the transformation was complete. As the door opened I was blinded by the golden shining coming from a palace hall. Music filled the space around me and i felt the air of centueris past. Before me stood a man in simple grey dress, his face familiar to me through words on yellow pages, and as he beckoned me I knew for sure where and when I was.
The End
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