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Thy Blazing World flying to heaven
Pouring out Heavenly fire on everything around.
- Duke of Newcastle
In Kaliningrad after World War II, not all houses and buildings were destroyed. Some are still intact, and even contain the families of the winners. The British purposefully destroyed only the city center. Some of the structures were destroyed during the assault. Then, in the post-war years, the buildings were in the hands of God. Somewhere they were updated, somewhere not. Suddenly, the authorities woke up and took up the improvement of the city. They cleared the central part of Kaliningrad from ruins, even blew up the remaining part of the German Royal Castle. They built a new Soviet center with carbon-copy ten-story buildings, a swimming pool, and supermarkets. Well, already in the post-Soviet period, they moved a monument to Lenin from the central square and built a stele in honor of our victory and a cathedral between the stele and the bazaar. They surrounded the central part with beautiful shopping centers. So,that now the city center shines with the domes of the cathedral and the splendor of advertisements for modern goods of world famous brands. For the World Cup, the facades of houses on the main avenue were glossy. Very beautiful, just wonderful. Nothing that the houses, standing a little to the side of the center, need renovation. We hope that soon some world championship will be held in Kaliningrad again and money for reconstruction and renovation will reach them. And the city lives on. Moreover, construction is underway, both on the outskirts, and sometimes they get used to the remaining German houses. Apparently, they understand that if they stood for several centuries, survived the war and did not fall apart, then pressing a modern house to them, there is a hope that it will also stand for a long time. This is how the Jewish cathedral was built on an island in the center of the city, adjoining to some unknown reason a preserved German brick house. Yes,Yes, on the very island where a modern stadium was built in the swamp for the four games of the 2018 World Cup. To prevent him from drowning initially, they brought in a pile of sand. It is a pity that after six months, the sand was partially washed away by the river, and the paths to the stadium are covered with puddles. New modern construction technologies in the swamp will not only save the stadium, but also build development centers there, so much needed. Well, the water will be covered with sand, according to proven technology. It was once only golden dust that brought income. In the real world, simple sand brings no less profit thanks to construction progress.and the paths to the stadium are covered with puddles. New modern construction technologies in the swamp will not only save the stadium, but also build development centers there, so much needed. Well, the water will be covered with sand, according to proven technology. It was once only golden dust that brought income. In the real world, simple sand brings no less profit thanks to construction progress.and the paths to the stadium are covered with puddles. New modern construction technologies in the swamp will not only save the stadium, but also build development centers there, so much needed. Well, the water will be covered with sand, according to proven technology. It was once only golden dust that brought income. In the real world, simple sand brings no less profit thanks to construction progress.
Be that as it may, the house, which began to be built at the end of the last century and, unfortunately, was not completed, due to the remoteness from the city center and the lack of investor interest in continuing construction, was mothballed until better times, which have not yet come. The modern ceilings were still holding, although the plaster of the constructed part was already almost completely crumbled. On the contrary, the German brick wall, to which the house under construction was docked, glowed red in the sun's rays. Either from the color of the brick itself, or from shame that a Soviet ruin was attached to it, and she is forced to endure its destruction next to her. The German house was uninhabited, although well preserved. In any case, the skeleton of the building was strong, and the interior ceilings were preserved. Since autumn, homeless people have usually lived in it. In winter it was sometimes cold, so they boarded up the entrances with boards. And they kept warm from the fire, which was heated with branches. The houses were located next to a lake, or rather, a cascade system of lakes, connected by a small stream. It is clear that the lakes with channels were not cleaned, and the area around the water was covered with bushes, trees and just reeds. So it was not difficult to collect firewood for kindling.
The population, which lived in neighboring preserved German mansions once, and now just one-story houses, did not suffer at all from the meek bums. In Soviet times, people from the outskirts had little income, so there was no particular difference between the residents. We lived and lived, we did not touch each other. And suddenly the bums disappeared. Nobody would be surprised if it was in the spring. They usually left in search of a better life in other places with the onset of warmth. But, in winter? However, they have their own "notions of beauty", while normal residents have enough other problems with an apartment. There were rumors that something had scared the homeless people in the old German house, or that something had collapsed there. But no one really listened to this, and did not believe the tales of persons without a fixed abode, possibly born in a drunken delirium of half-starved existence. Is itthat the boys were climbing in a German house in search of some secret, but they did not find anything, and the topic closed by itself.
Two years passed. And one day in early spring there was a collapse of the ground near the German house. Then they saw nothing under the snowdrift, but when the snow melted, something like the edge of a door, a secret passage to the basement, appeared on the wall. The boys slowly unearthed the door, but could not open it. I sat so tightly that no matter how hard I tried, nothing came of it. They tried to break the wall in order to knock out the door, but the Germans obviously applied their construction secrets here. In short, the door stood. Then we went the other way. We remembered homeless people and began to look for an entrance to the basement from inside the building. Found. A dark doorway that smelled desperately. Spun, trampled, but there were no fans of seekers to get inside. Interest was gone.
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At that time, very few people knew that the portal to parallel worlds does not work constantly, but only sometimes becomes open, and even then for a short time.
“Scientific research into the problem of polymydism began in 1957, when the American physicist Hugh Everett III published the theses of his doctoral dissertation entitled“Formulation of Quantum Mechanics through the Relativity of States.”Everett resolved the contradiction between two different quantum-mechanical formulations - wave and matrix., And his research led almost half a century later to the appearance in physics of the concept of the Multiverse.
The concept itself lies in the fact that for any act of choice, in reality, with one or another probability, ALL conceivable options for this choice are realized. But each option is carried out in its own universe, which differs from all others by this very choice. And it doesn't matter what or who chooses: whether an electron, as a result of branching of the wave function, or a person deciding whether to drink tea, coffee or a glass of cognac in the morning. In reality, there are all solutions to wave equations and all options for human choice.
It is assumed that the real Universe actually has not three spatial dimensions, but more. After this assumption, a natural (and mathematically correct) generalization of the concept of "parallelism" is made:
If the world is understood not only as a spatial component, but also time, which is understood as the fourth dimension, then in this case a parallel coexistence of four-dimensional worlds is possible, in each of which time flows in its own way.
Modern physics, represented by the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics and superstring theory, as well as the theory of the Multiverse, assumes the existence of a plurality of worlds. According to theoretical physicists, parallel worlds can be from ten to the hundredth power to ten to the five hundredth power of pieces, or even an infinite set."
These scientific calculations have recently become available. In Soviet times, no one was particularly obsessed with them.
Over time, we sometimes return to the events of days gone by. Probably, we are looking there for answers to once asked questions that have remained in our memory without a proper solution. I do not know why, but the memories of the mysterious door that did not open in due time began to come to mind more and more often. Something was wrong there. And the homeless, who suddenly jumped out of their homes, did not give rest. In my thoughts, the idea of something secret and even, perhaps, beyond the natural was manifested more and more clearly. Well, for sure, an unusual phenomenon for everyday life. The soul demanded a solution to the incident. Therefore, over and over again, it is incomprehensible to myself, for some reason I returned to that German house and the place where under the debris there should have been a door, probably leading to a secret. Of course, people close to me noticed this mania, but they treated it,as a normal manifestation of the conclusions of an elderly person. In other words, "the insanity grew stronger, the sclerosis resisted." No, no one laughed at me while talking. On the contrary, my friends and relatives supported the theme. As it seemed to me, with pleasure. What else is there to talk about at the table after having a delicious meal and a nice Portuguese port? Sometimes I lost my head a little from my own inventions on the development of the topic, but why not dream in the circle of "good travelers who gave life to my light by their presence."What else is there to talk about at the table after having a delicious meal and a nice Portuguese port? Sometimes I lost my head a little from my own inventions on the development of the topic, but why not dream in the circle of "good travelers who gave life to my light by their presence."What else is there to talk about at the table after having a delicious meal and a nice Portuguese port? Sometimes I lost my head a little from my own inventions on the development of the topic, but why not dream in the circle of "good travelers who gave life to my light by their presence."
Once, after my next revelation about the mysterious door, my old friend, eccentric, like all working pensioners, invited me to drive to the place, and after digging out the door, try to open it. We packed up and drove off. The place was found immediately, but had to tinker with the garbage. Having dug up the earth and stones, having freed the door, they tried to open it. It didn't work. It started raining, the enthusiasm ran out, and we decided to postpone the opening of the miracle to a later date.
Some time passed. Summer came, and all my friends, and myself, went to the orchards and vegetable gardens, called the dacha, to dig and plant vegetables and just spend time in the fresh air.
Still, I returned to the door. Alone without friends and family. Call it senile itch or whatever, I don't care. This time the door gave way unexpectedly easily, and I entered the dark space, trying instinctively not to step on something smelly and sticky. He turned on the flashlight on the phone, and already in the light went more confidently inside the room. A straight corridor about five meters long turned sharply to the right, something shone around the bend. Following along the corridor, visibly agitated, I turned. Along the edges of the corridor, along the perimeter along the walls, floor and ceiling, light shone in a soft green color. Neither lamps nor any other devices were visible. It was as if the light was coming straight from the walls, ceiling and floor, outlining a kind of door. Another door appeared behind this illuminated door. It was all glass and had a sign in German “Achtung! Durchgangverboten . I came closer. On the wall by the door I saw another sign, also written in German, but in a smaller font. As if it were an explanation for the initiates. I'm not particularly strong in German. Therefore, I photographed both plates and returned home. He closed the door and, to be sure, pushed it with a stick. The second tablet did indeed contain instructions for those who were still allowed to enter the door.
“Finding is possible no more than five minutes, provided that the original is not in the room,” read the translation.
I didn’t tell anyone about my visit, nor about the tablets. Mystery is mystery. And if this is what I have been thinking about for many years, then my truth will triumph, and then I will solemnly announce it to the whole world.
I've come to the door three times already. But she didn't want to open up. But I well remembered how easily it opened to me once. But, apparently, the portal was closed, and with it the door to this mystical passage.
In May, by chance, on the street I met a classmate, studied together in a sailor. Word for word. We went down to the basement to continue the conversation over a glass of beer. The specialty drinks of the establishment called "Spotykach" and "Khrenovina" were introduced to the beer. On the street the head was still fresh. I remember that I didn't say anything to Igor about entering a strange world. On the street, he immediately hurried home, because it was already getting dark. I called my family that I would stay a little longer with my friends so that they would not worry, and went to the cherished door.
The door opened easily, as it once did. I boldly stepped inside and headed towards the glowing opening in the corridor. Nothing changed. Only this time a light was on in the glass door. Looking closely, I was dumbfounded. Behind the glass was our old two-room apartment in a Stalinist building with high ceilings. Ignoring the signs, I pushed open the glass door and it opened. I entered another world. I immediately heard such familiar voices of my wife and daughter. They were in a large room, and judging by the conversation, they were working with the little ones. I peered into the room cautiously. The wife stood with her back, the daughter laid the twins next to her. The older girl was playing nearby.
- “So she has three children, therefore. In our life, she is just preparing to become a mother,”I thought.
Then the daughter, having wrapped the baby, asked his wife: - "Why didn't dad come?"
- "He is a little late at work" - I heard the voice of a living wife, which, it turns out, I remembered all the time since her untimely death.
- "How is your Land Cruiser doing?" - Ksenya asked again.
- “What will happen to him, because he is only two years old, and recently bought. So that my father has not even looked under the hood yet. He says that it is unnecessary. Where's your Mark? On a business trip again?"
“Let him earn money. It was recently promoted, and we still need to prove ourselves."
They pushed cutely, trying to touch the kids. And I was thrilled by what I saw and heard.
“What's new with the house?” The daughter asked again.
- “The land was bought out, the contractor was found. It remains to start and finish,”his wife retorted.
The doorbell rang.
“This is probably dad,” said the daughter.
I tensed. Now I will see myself in another world. I wonder what will I be like in a parallel world?
But it was not there. There was a click. Something stung my neck. And I found myself on the street. I tried to open the door again. It did not open. The portal closed, and with it the mysterious door to the corridor.
Inspired by the discovery I saw and heard, the fact confirming the theory of parallel worlds, I flew home.
- “How can I confirm the parallel world seen with my own eyes?” - I suddenly thought, - “After all, no photos and filming have been made. And who will take my word for it? Better to be silent. But next time you have to be fully armed to have solid evidence of the Multiverse."
At night I could not sleep for a long time. It was no longer a matter of the confirmed fact of parallelism, It was just that the faces of his wife and daughter were half-turned before their eyes …
The portal did not work for the next three months, but I still periodically visited the mysterious door, armed with a photo and a movie camera. Maybe it was fun for someone to watch my trips to an abandoned construction site. Let the uninitiated smile. I will still laugh.
My old friend Eugene has been living alone for a long time. It did not work out with his wife. The children have grown up and left, and living alone is very sad. After the death of my wife, I am also left alone, but my children and grandchildren at least live with me in the same city, and I often see and communicate with them.
So, sometimes we meet to have an elementary conversation, share news, buy something new, or just have a drink in one of the cozy Kaliningrad taverns, thus passing the evening. So, when he called me to help him choose a jacket for the fall, I happily agreed. And let's talk, and while we pass the time, the day will pass.
We chose the jacket quickly. Fortunately, the choice of goods in Kaliningrad is large, they are transported from all sides, there is plenty to choose from for any wallet. Out of five reviewed and measured demi-season jackets, one turned out to be ideal in terms of price / quality. So that it all ended, as in the famous humoresque:
- Well, is that okay, Grigory?
-Excellent, Constantine.
Of course, we dropped in at The Old Pirate. The zucchini is small, very cozy and located in the city center. Very comfortably. Recommend. We took a bottle of Chilean red, chose a pizza, and started a leisurely conversation. Indeed, we have not met with him for over a month, so there was something to share. He told how he took part in a meeting in honor of Soviet-Polish friendship. Once it was like this, and, judging by his presentation, has gathered a large audience of adherents in our time. Again, according to his words, people simply tried to speak about the historical, and now seemingly unrealistic relations between neighboring peoples. However, people always remain people, only now the power is changing. A meeting of alumni took place, which was attended by eight people, of which seven are women and he is one as a male component. He also met an old friend,who came from Donbass. Because of the shelling, he had to leave his house, and with his family move away from the war. I had fewer events - I participated in a literary competition at the invitation of one of the Moscow publications in several categories. I am currently preparing stories for a competition from another publishing house. As the wines diminished from the bottle, they switched to memories of past events. The topic of pensions was not extended, since both were already pensioners. Well, it's better not to talk about the size of the pension, so as not to get upset and not spoil the conversation. Thanks to the government, which equated fishermen with agricultural workers. They would have to swing in the ocean at least once for a week, maybe they would have grown wiser, but in Moscow, looking at the pictures, apparently, they think very badly. Do not distinguish sea from land. I'm not even talking about the mortality statistics of the crew,who has worked at least two or three flights in tropical and southern latitudes like Bissau, Angola or Mozambique.
At the end of the conversation, since both were lonely elders, they made an attempt to talk about the ladies. But, from this little good that came out. On this cheerful note, we settled with the charming waitress. He drove home with a new jacket. And I decided to check my desired door again. However, I was not sure that happiness would smile today and the door would open.
The door opened easily. I ran through the corridor. A glass door was closed behind the light perimeter of the opening. Again, like the last time, I tried to open it in order to go inside it. It was not there. I tugged at the handle, but no result. And then I saw through the glass of the door myself with some person. They sat by the lake and fished.
-That's what it means not to enter if there is an original behind the glass. The last time I was not there, so the glass door let me through the looking glass. Okay, we'll have to watch from behind the glass.
I turned on the camera and started shooting through the glass. I recognized myself immediately. The second was difficult to see, for he was sitting with his back to the door, watching the float. The lake looked natural, not a fake movie. Then the second turned around, responding to the call, and I saw Zhenya. Zhenya, with whom we parted about two hours ago. Only this one looked more solid. The face is thicker, the glasses are on the nose. And he led the conversation in a calm, reasonable tone of a confident leader. It was amazing. Even more surprising was the fact that, as far as I know, Zhenya was never fond of fishing with a rod. He was once the manager of a large fishing company in Mozambique, but never caught fish with a line.
- Two weeks ago I released carp into the lake. It's good that they caught at least something today, otherwise the local guys overfished almost all the fish. From the side of the house, the guards chase them along the shore. But from the opposite side it does not work.
- Have you tried to privatize the lake? - This is already Yevgeny reacted.
- I will try, but until the Duma passes a law allowing the use of force to protect their property, there will still be no sense. But shoot one another, and all the problems would be solved.
- Shooting is prohibited without a license.
-In fact of the matter.
From somewhere on the side, a woman's voice called the men to the table.
- Yes, let's go now. We just reel the fishing rods.
-By the way, how is your business in South Africa? Thinking to expand? Here my Italian partners offered me shrimp., I can share.
-It's going slowly. Next week I am flying to Durban to meet with the South African people, my daughter and her husband are already there preparing documents for signing. I'll also visit my grandson in Pretoria. It will be possible to decide on the vessel after the meeting. And how are your heirs, where are they studying now?
- One is in Berlin, the other wants to go to Holland, to Amsterdam. Well, it’s clear with Oleg, he will always find help in the office of our company in Germany, but Andrei is wise, in my opinion.
- Okay, let's go to their wives, otherwise the young people will run away.
- They won't run away. And if anything, we will find and punish.
They got up, reeled off their fishing rods, my double from the looking glass took a kukan with a catch, and they went to the mansion, near which a table with food was laid in a clearing.
The lights went out, the five minutes of the vision ended. I turned off the camera. There was no limit to my exultation. After all, I filmed and recorded the phenomena of a parallel world. But I also drilled a worm in my soul. These are the heights I could reach under certain circumstances. It was difficult to calm down, but I pulled myself together. We should be glad that I live, even in this world. Many were less fortunate. For some reason, I remembered the photographs taken immediately after arriving from Africa. Then even close friends did not recognize me on the street. Malaria is a terrible thing.
To say that I came home in high spirits means to say nothing. I made a discovery, and now I have facts to support it. I became the discoverer of parallel worlds. Moreover, it is in Kaliningrad, in the city of mysticism and a portal to the world community of the Multiverse.
Back in the days of Chancellor Bismarck, a huge underground city was built near Konigsberg. The underground tunnels under the city are the most ramified and extensive in Europe. In these basements the secret laboratory of Konigsberg-13 of the occult fascist organization "Ahnenerbe" was operating, one of the goals of which was the study of ancient metaphysical disciplines, astrology, magic, hypnosis, various cults, fetishes. Work was carried out and the search for portals to the Universe. Employees of "Ahnenerbe" came very close to nuclear fusion, participated in the creation of rocketry, mastered the methods of genetic engineering. But still, the bulk of the information remained unknown, since the archives of this organization have not been found. But, as it seems to me now, the Germans managed to open a portal to a parallel world, and even used it. Could it be where they transported the famous amber room?
I knew, I always knew that I could prove my case, And I will dispel the omissions and smiles of my disbelieving family and friends that parallel worlds exist. That's just, I'll post my photos and videos on the big screen, and everyone immediately recognizes my insight and passion for the pure truth.
But I was disappointed. Photos and videos did not work. Probably, through the glass door they were placed some kind of galactic rays or particles invisible to the eye. In some photos, some contours were still noticeable, but they were not suitable as evidence. I regretted not taking pictures with the flash. The main thing is not to lose heart, I will do it next time. Well, for a safety net, you will have to take three or four comrades with you as witnesses. Then surely everyone will believe in the obvious and incredible.
I began to prepare for the next portal opening. He, according to experience, will come only closer to winter. In the meantime, I will be silent. My discovery won't go anywhere. As I was able to make sure, no one even tried to approach my door, which I always carefully closed from prying eyes with branches and the old plaster of an abandoned construction site that had fallen off.
November has come. Hinting to my friends about an imminent sensation, I warned them that they were ready, upon my call, to urgently come to the place indicated by me. I did not disclose the details, but I visited the door every day.
And now the day has come. The portal opened. Of course, I wanted to wait for my friends to come in together. But he could not resist, and entered the corridor on his own. The camera and the camera were now with a flash. There were four people behind the glass door. I recognized Academician Chilingarov, myself. The other two were very similar to the writers who came from Moscow, but I did not remember their names.
- "Artur Nikolaevich, do you think we have settled here for a long time" - asked one of the writers.
- “Yes, the unplanned wintering happened. Who could have guessed such a storm. An underwater earthquake occurred in the central part of the Atlantic, hence the tsunami to four continents, including our Antarctica. Well, at least they managed to take the ship to a safe place. Nothing, let's take it. I spoke with the head of the polar expedition, they have enough supplies for everyone."
Yes, I heard about this expedition led by Academician Chilingarov. Then they gathered the country's creative people to get acquainted with the snow-covered continent of the planet. On TV they showed a handsome liner setting off for an expedition. In the past year. They still stayed in Antarctica for three months due to bad weather. Then, it seems, everything ended normally. But then nothing was reported about the earthquake under the Atlantic. We urgently need to call comrades. Well. In the meantime, I click this whole company with a flash, otherwise they will disappear, God forbid, before the arrival of friends, at least something will remain as proof. I turned on the flash and pressed the capture button.
They reacted to the flash behind the glass. Everyone jumped up from their seats and rushed to the glass door. I was dumbfounded. But there was more. The glass door opened, and the winterers entered through it into the corridor.
Here I, apparently, fainted, because I can hardly remember the rest of it in fragments.
Someone picked me up and carried me out into the street. I remember the invited friends appeared, began to bother, then I woke up in an ambulance. They brought me to some hospital, they started injecting something, and I fell asleep.
After some time, when the stress began to pass, friends began to come to me. They apologized for the prank, repented that they would not do anything like this again. That they did not expect such a reaction from me. Almost sent to the next world. Then, when it was already quite good, they said that they hired actors of the folk theater for a friendly joke. They say, my stories about parallel worlds have already gotten so tired that I had to do something. As they said, they wanted to save me from an obsession, until I finally went crazy. Yes, but the result was still the same - a mental hospital. And it seemed to me that they were interested in my speculations about the super Universe. The mistake of educated tactful people is to indulge a person in his eccentricity, and then try to pull him out of the clutches of the disorder that has already gripped him by the strongest artificial stress.
I heard about doubles somewhere before that the chance of having at least one pair of doubles in the world is one in 135. It's about the same as in the theorem about infinite apes: if you put a monkey in front of a typewriter and wait long enough, in the end, random blows on the keyboard, she will certainly type the complete works of Shakespeare
Therefore, I wondered how they coped with this task so beautifully in their performance. I was enlightened that while individual facial features may not be exactly the same, the overall appearance can strike with unexpected similarities. And even with “alien” eyes, nose and mouth, while maintaining the general structure, the face looks quite recognizable. Faces are stored in our memory - more like maps than images. Perhaps most people have doubles. I remembered that all the characters were always half-turned to me, or more often from the back. Only, perhaps, Eugene was there face to face. As he explained, right after our parting, he flew in a taxi to the door, there he was made up in haste, and he really feared that the makeup would not melt until the end of the session. We must pay tribute, the explanations of friends seemed logical. Well, why then, many years ago, homeless people suddenly disappeared?
I was released from the hospital after three weeks, although I was left under the supervision of a psychologist. They considered that my idea of parallel worlds does not pose a danger to others. In addition, in the hospital, they didn’t just inject me to bring me back to reality. I forgave my friends for their stupid joke. Because now I know for sure that there are parallel worlds, and the coexistence of doubles in them is possible. After all, if my disbelieving comrades suggested that the situation with the portal is possible for the draw, then its probability is different from zero. And from this it follows that somewhere in the Universe this situation can be embodied in reality, i.e. parallel worlds exist. And the portal in them is located exactly here, in Kaliningrad, and not in some Stonehenge. You just have to find him.