Along The Waves Of Imagination-№3-Fairy tale "The Adventures of Abnormal Things". Third chapter-Media collection "Driving Idea"

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Fairy tale "The Adventures of Abnormal Things"

Third chapter

Abnormal things go to the fields-The adventures of abnormal

On the way to the unpaved road leading to suburban fields, abnormal things, not wanting at all, very frightened several passers-by. The first of these was a pensioner who lived in the area, who went to the kiosk late at night to buy a bottle of alcohol there. Before that, he watched a football match in which his favorite team lost with a score of 3-0, and, sensing the devastating result, decided to remove the stress of the remnants of wine from the refrigerator in the refrigerator. In fact, he decided to stop drinking for a long time, especially since poor health, a meager pension, and the persistent advertising of a healthy lifestyle appeared on all TV channels.

The polished doctors, fitness trainers, nutritionists unanimously insisted that it's harmful to drink, you do not need to drink, it's not allowed, especially for older people, who usually have a lot of diseases to add to them, to add liver cirrhosis and Hangover syndrome. Alas, the stupid game of idols from the team "Heat Insulator", powerless before the unpretentious combinations of their old rivals from the "Pipeline", proved to be stronger than all the arguments of reason and television agitation, so the old football fan still decided to brighten the bitterness of defeat with another glass of wine.

Going out on a dark street, he slowly went to the shining window of the kiosk. Behind him, along the heavily battered concrete road, was Bath with the Washing Machine on the sides, followed by a Cinderella with a slight buzzing, on top of which, swinging its arrows, balanced the balance of the Servant, and behind them rolled a huge Chandelier pressing the hose from the shower to the side Some kind of box. Dazed with horror, the old man silently watched this strange procession, which was gradually disappearing behind the garages, and stood still for a long time, afraid to move from the spot. Then, turning with a slight wiggle in place, like a soldier tired of drill, he slowly shifted his legs, stopping to bend, to the side of his entrance.

At home, he sat for two hours on the couch, afraid to move, and only the vent window opened with a gust of wind brought him back to reality. "The doctors say that it's better not to drink, probably the wine left in the bottle was made of chemical powders, which are often talked about on TV, and for a couple of days while they were standing in the refrigerator, they turned it into a stupefying liquid To hell with football with his passions, now I will only look at the weather forecast, "the shocked pensioner decided and took off from the wall a large photograph of the team" Heat Insulator "with all of its coaching staff and the sponsors of the club.

Another psychological victim of the appearance of abnormal things in the evening street was a passer-by who stayed late at work. He decided to read some book on the Internet that he could not find in stores, and the office network was the most convenient option for this. You could, of course, have gone to the Internet salon, but there even through the headphones you would have to listen to the loud exclamations of teenagers who fought either with terrorists or with special forces who constantly changed their weapons and accused each other of spying on the rivals' screens, although at the same time They peeped all to one.

The only drawback of reading at work was that about this freelance use of connecting to the world wide web will become known to the authorities, who in unknown ways always knew about everything: who drank a cup of tea for the day, who was screwed up with whom, who too often took a break , To get some fresh air and relax on the street. In the end, not so much was paid in this firm to employees, so you had to deny yourself the pleasure of using the free Internet for your educational purposes.

Still impressed by the next chapter of the novel about scouts from the socialist camp, working in the guise of conscientious office employees in a Western company that traded household appliances and furniture and incidentally engaged in gathering information about this very socialist camp and recruiting spies for the CIA, the clerk walked slowly along Dimly lit windows of street houses, bypassing and jumping potholes and irregularities. Having landed after another short jump, he briefly lifted his head and his look appeared abnormal things, which smoothly turned from a small side street on the same road as the clerk walked.

Frozen in amazement, he was not so much frightened as hesitated in doubting: to run to him from there with a loud cry or, if this were suddenly the intrigues of some spy-hacking enemies, try to hide from there as quietly as possible, while those born in an unknown workshop with an unknown goal The creation did not pay attention to it and did not offer, for example, to establish surveillance for his boss, imperceptibly attaching a microphone to his desk.

Considering that the second option concealed less danger in itself, the passer-by, clutching the bag hanging over his shoulder, silently rushed off in the direction of the stop of the minibus, from where not long ago he started his way home in a fine mood and anticipation of a hearty dinner. Alas, his self-control was only enough for about fifty meters, and then the district was announced by his frightened cry: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "All these resorters will not be able to stop at all, so they will be drunk all night long at night," the saleswoman sitting in the kiosk muttered and decided to finish the shift half an hour earlier just in case.

The abnormal things followed their way almost to the point of sale, but from the back, and because the saleswoman was the only one on this patch at this late hour who, being in close proximity to strange creatures, did not fall into a stupor and did not set off . However, even faced with them, "face to face," she would hardly have been greatly frightened, as she was keen on rollers about rallies using people made up for actors in horror films. "What interesting costumes," she thought, "should be told about him tomorrow on your social network page and in the forum of video feeders."


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