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A Look From The Abyss


Richard A. Wolfganger

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The subject of novel (consisting approximately of 100000 words) continues the logic row of the works started by Lawcraft and Derlet at the beginning of the century. Remained in world literature as "Tstulhu's mythes", they have served as a foundation to a creation of psychological epic "A look from abyss". Before each of three books of the novel the fragments of mythical "Necrominikon" as if written by mad arab Abdul Al Khazred are given. There is the brief cosmology and history of Myth in them. The arrival to Earth, at the prehistoric times, of the Old Residents and Elders - demonic foreign planet Gods who came to build their world on the young planet. The creation of monstrous race of gl-nies - amphibians who are able to live both on a land and under water. The construction of titanic town R'lliyah where inter- mitted the geometries of two worlds. The terrible battle for domination over planet. And eternal dream at the sarcophagi on a bottom of the oceans when the stars removed. And a hope that oblivion will over whenever and era of the Old Gods will start again...

The action of the novel begins in 1937. The shaman of Eskimo tribe who lived in Greenland and honoured the Sovereign of Old Residents Tornasuku receives the telepathic message from his God. In it, Tornasuku orders to shaman to find a man with a name "Golden rain" and, via magic, to open the sarcophagus of anabiosic dream.

At the same time, in Germany, in Berlin, the young earl Robert von Goldrein who is engaged in psycho-analysis, suffers because of nightmares in which the dreadful undersea monster shows up for him. Not suspecting about real nature of the dream, Robert tries to solve his problem psychoanalitically. He does not know that at the past life, many milleniums ago, people knew him as Gartlarung - cruel priest-founder of an empire which spreaded at the gigantic caves in the entrails of Alaska. Robert does not understand that, at this time, he served for Demon-God Tornachuku and gave him to eat the dreams of human souls.

At the same time, in USA, at small town Innsmouth that was the last stronghold of the gl-nies and their father Tstulhu, Eraia Mart, businessman and master of town, receives the message from his God too. The old enemy of Tornasuku, the leader of the Elders - Tstulhu orders to grandson of Obed Mart, who founded, in USA, the sect of the gl-nies, to capture Robert.

The messenger of Eskimo shaman comes to Berlin where meets with a team of warriors who came from Innsmouth. At night, at the hotel, in spite of the difficulties, he is a success to destroy this group. And Robert, not suspecting that he became an object of persecution of two groups, comes back quietly to atoll Ponapoe from which Obed Mart, one hundred years ago, brought the Tstulhu's cult.

From USA, the next group of the warriors flies, Eraia Mart buys the strategic bombers to destroy the Eskimos, mysterious Tornasuku arranges an accident of airplane and the Mart's messengers to meet their death in the abdomens of the sharks (the novel abounds in the relief scenes of ritual murders, human sacrifices, cannibalism etc., inter-twining harmonically to the structure of the work which is drawn slightly psychologically).

Covering the way by the corpses, the messenger of shaman pursues Robert across the countries and landmasses. Eraia Mart brings to a battle the new forces more. To Greenland the bombers fly, and in the cold waters the demons-gods rage.

Already on an island, the Eskimo overtakes the earl. The magic stamp of the Peace touches the Robert's forehead. He recalls.

The second book of the novel also begins from the fragment of "Necrominikon". Then, the actions remove for the hundreds of the centuries deep in the territory of ancient Arabia. Khan Shaddad, tsar of mythical Irem - town of thousand columns (by the way, following the information of NASA satellites, this town exists really) - waited for birth of a son.

The admirers of Tstulhu who founded Irem remembered a legend according to which a son of khan becomes a traitor of God and destroyer of empire. Worrying for a life of son, Shaddad sends the baby to far land Burma.

Because of the circumstances, young Gartlarung joins to the treaty with demon who ran away from anger of his master. Let in himself the dreams of dark, Gartlarung finds the great physical force and other capabilities. The moral principles die away slowly but a human personality do-

es not suppress by demon, it coexists with him. Gartlarung sees the monstrous dreams of demon where he sees the dark worlds of demonic hierarchies. The worlds of different material density, with two space coordinates and with many time parameters.

Overcome many obstacles, Gartlarung sails up to the icy spaces of Alaska. There, at the underground caves, the mysterious kingdoms of mighty khans, serving-men of Tornasuku spreaded. The miracles of the under-ground towns seem to him as infinite, the hot-houses lighted up by sun-light that delivers to the entrails of a ground through a system of mirrors, the thousand tons gates driven by gears and balances, the largeaquariums with unknown monsters, luxury, eastern wisdom, languor and strange in the world of frost and ice.

Given himself for an African priest, soon, Gartlarung, with assistance of demon, arranges a revolution. Become a khan, he starts a war with the neighbours. Soon, all khandoms engage in bloody war. Using new chemical weapons and set free the slaves, new general achieves the strategic preponderance in battle.

After the pictures of mass liquidation of "opposition", Supreme khan Gartlarung becomes as destroyed at first time. The nice girl Luchiel from a wild volk of ground aborigenes conquers the heart of half-demon-dictator.

But kind Luchiel can not understand fully and admit a man who she loves. The terrible part of his personality frightens the girl. Become a witness of terrible battle on gladiator's arena, she leaves lover, giving to Gartlarung, at first time, the sufferings.

Together they go to destroy Irem. The half a million army with cyclonic armada of the ships fulfils the prophecy of the wizards of town of thou-sand columns. However, during the storm, Luchiel perishes. Not being able to endure a destruction of his world, Gartlarung orders to burn down the town and he burns down together with it.

Perished, Gartlarung sets free from a demon who was not able to understand this act, and obeying to incommensurable burden of charm, falls down. Punching slowly all layers of hell worlds, he sees the downcast and horrible panoramas of the suffering places. Falling into abyss continues while achieves that world where he could expiate that incommensurable burden of the sins being on him.

The final book of the novel transfers a reader again to atoll Ponapoe. "Recalled everything", Gartlarung-Robert changes. Not developed earlier aggressive capability, cruelty require to kill the impudent Eskimo and to destroy all who try to do him as a pawn in their game.

Killed the messenger of Tornasuku, Robert comes back to Germany and prepares the punitive expedition to Innsmouth. And, at the same time, the Eskimo village in Greenland undergoes to mass bombing. Tstulhu, by the hands of his slaves, deals a blow to hateful Tornasuku.

Robert, with a detachment of the hirelings, storms Innsmouth and burns down a sacred place of gl-nies. Foreseing the tragic final, Eraia Mart mines his private residence. Soon, a battle achieves the citadel of Innsmouth. The house is taken by storm. At first time, Mart and Robert meet by their looks. These looks are from abysses. Each has an own one. After a moment, an explosion is heard.

Information about the author:

Russia, Kemerovo state,

Leninsk-Kuznetsk area,

Egozovo village

32 house, 10 apartment

Zyablitskiy Igor





Sample Chapters



A word about beginning of times

"...And They saw through the magic crystals our Earth, and sparkled up

their black hearts by the great passion to it. And got up then the migh-

test of Them and said: "I see the world estranged of us by the great me-

asure. But we can overcome this measure and mount onto shining world. So

join to Me the Strong and Daring ones because I, Great Tstulhu, shall

leave soon the grey oceans with heavy black water of our homeland in or-

der to change them to the blue seas with transparent waters of strange

young world. And to set my power that it was neither sensible creature,

nor unk4nown beast whoever submitted me and acknowledged me as a master."

So said Great Tstulhu standing on black stone pedestal and repeated him

the dreams of incalculable spirits, might and strong ones.

And have embarrassed the minds of many ones that great day. Excited,

those great spirits stood and thought the heavy thoughts, and moved by

tentacles and suckers, wings and horrible fangs and claws.

And here, emerged to pedestal the hordes tempted by great temptation:

to invade on young world and create own kingdom there.

Also, there was among them the younger brother of Tstulhu, he was cal-

led Tornasuku. As the first he went out a crowd and exclaimed: "You say

truth, o my brother. It is not anything to do for us, free and brave in

this decaying world where a power is in the tentacles of our enemies. I,

Tornasuku, as the first, shall leave with you to the new world, desert, and drink up the blood of mortal creatures and try the blissful ecstasy

of infinite murder. Lead me and other ones who are sure to you, o my

beloved brother."

So said Tornasuku, and his words were good but his acts were bad, be-

cause as the first he betrayed Great Tstulhu and rose against him, be-

cause his pride could not divide the Earth with brother.

The rest Great Elders: Yog-Sothoth, Dagon, Khastur, Shub-Nipurat, Aza-

tot, Tstugha and others never rose against kind Tstulhu, and they are

sure until today.

And here, the stars took the successful position and the cosmic cycle

started and the Great Elders rose over leaden and grey, always immo-

vable oceans of their homeland. Changed the materiality of their bodies,

they bursted into the abyss of space and, like a cloud of the black

balls, moved across the large emptinesses of the World.



"That is not dead that guards


The death sometimes dies together

with eternity".

Abdul Al Khazred.

7 April, 1932. Greenland.

The village of Eskimos Utits.

At that night, the agnekoku (Supreme shaman of the tribe) Matua-Lue

has seen the real dream.

At it, Matua-Lue, at complete priest dressing, with a rod of power at

right hand and with a tambourine of death at left hand, stood on a bottom of ocean.

The stony bottom, blocked up with grey and brown cobble-stones and lar-

ge stones, is lost in a green mist of immovable mass of water. But ri-

sen the eyes up, Matua-Lue saw the gigantic blocks of icy icebergs. The

white, blue, light-green with yellow layers, the icy plates of various

fantastic shapes created the whimsical cacophony of white noise, rubbing

and hitting each against other.

The sunny rays, passing through the masses of semi-transparent coloured

ice, refracting at the thousands of prisms, lighted up the underwater

world with unreal blue and green light, immersing the landscape in semi-

darkness of another side world. Neither the fishes, nor water-plants

brightened the landscape: the blocks of ice and stones alone.

Matua-Lue stood, stood still of delight. The sullen and cold landscape,

at next time, striked him with its gloomy and dead beauty.

The same cold and cruel as environment for him, the agnekok who had time

up to 49 years old to kill more than 200 people personally, felt himself

rather comfortably at shelter of his God.

But here, with cold little paws of spider, the creeps of fear ran over agnekok's back. He felt, by back of the head, the heavy, driving in

ground look having the monstrous force.

- Turn round, Matua-Lue - the titanic, with terrifying low overtones

voice was heard.

Trembling agnekok turned round. For a good hundred of times at his life

he has heard this ominous, heavy voice saying as if from inconceivable

depth of cosmic abyss. And every time, at icy heart of shaman, the blind

fear to demonic pitilessness and gigantic might of this enormous being

awaked. To this, the pride from a sense of that that he is a single man

whom the great God Tornasuku gave his force and power, mixed up.

- For many years you served me surely. Although for me they flew by a

moment, I know that for you this is a whole life...

For a hundred of the steps from agnekok the eight-angled plate of black

basalt which had more than half a hundred yards ( 1 yard - 91 cm) in diameter, lay.

On this mass, God-demon Tornasuku sat.

By the outlines, the monster resembled the antropoid, but with a head

of octopus, with scaled body having the gigantic claws with front and

hind paws, and also with long narrow wings back. And a face looked like

a mass of tentacles moving continuously.

Over them, the large, without a hint for pupils, eyes flashed, as if the

created of the tongues of hellish flame.

This God similar creature inspired with immeasurable horror by its ob-

vious strangeness to all of earthly.

- You served me surely and I decided to reward you - Tornasuku conti-


- You will get the great gift, Matua-Lue. Neither one agnekok I rewarded

with such gift.

Sitting God-demon drew himself up suddenly and, because of thunder simi-

lar voice, the blocks of ice began to split.

- I shall reward you with immortality, the man - the God-demon's bass


The monstrous figure of monster squatted again like a frog, the sharp

ends of the wings gritted up along the basalt, as if they were created

not of flesh but of metal.

- Your sure slave thanks you meekly, o mightiest of the Gods - Matua-

Lue dared to say, seing that Tornasuku waits for answer - But what must

I do in glory of you, o greatest?

Tornasuku stretched out his left front paw, and drawn up half of a dozen

of large stones covered with moss, squeezed the terrible claws. The sto-

ny pieces poured, the crack and gritting of the splitted stones were


The agnekok made a wry face: the sound hit the ears unpleasantly.

- My brother Tstulhu, let the black stars curse his name - Tornasuku ro-

ared up furiously - at last cosmic cycle six million years ago, took a

whole power on a planet for him.

Shaman saw how dark aura of his master thickened impetuously.

- It will be good time soon and the stars will take the favourable po-

sition. Then, the gates of R'llieh will open again and hateful Tstulhu

will go out with his incalculable dreams of the warriors in order to

take the power in the world again! It won't be that! - Tornasuku drew

himself up to his full gigantic height, the black wings spreaded and

trembled, the powerful figure with the paws risen up filled with dark

force. The purple shine of the eyes changed to dark purple seethed mist.

In extremely concentrated blackness of aura, the fiery protuberances ap-

peared. Of demonic anger, the water around Tornasuku boiled and the ice-

bergs over his head began to melt. The face tentacles coiled excitedly,

as if they possessed the own mind and will. Matua-Lue suppressed the

willing to throw himself down and squeezed stronger the tambourine tin-

kled treacherously.

- I shall not let that my hateful brother became the sovereign of the

Earth again! Phtarih ulsr gnugl'h Tstulhu phanh'phsr.

At the demonic fury, Tornasuku transferred to the native language of the

Great Elders, with which they told between each other else before while,

at the prehistoric times, they came from the black stars to the young


- A man who opens the gates of R'llieh and sets free my brother, he will

be not of the priests of Tstulhu. In general, he will not be know about

the deep water ones who worship to Tstulhu and by his order they go out

the water to the people to begin the new generations of the deep water

ones. He will not be know about the town R'llieh hidden under the thick-

ness of the waters and which was hidden else before while on the Earth

the people appeared.

- He will not know about the monstrous battles which occurred at day-

break of the planet between the Great Elders and Ancient Old Residents,

although, because of these battles, the landmasses destroyed, the seas

evaporated and the mountains melted. He will not know the Irem-town of

thousand columns too, where the cult of Tstulhu's worship has arisen.

He will not remember me, Tornasuku, too, though namely to me he served

and to me worshipped. Because he was a founder of your religion, Matua-

Lue. At his last life, five thousand years ago, namely he has built

Shaddumar, united the tribes and erected the temple where they began to

worship and sacrifice to me.

Now, he lives on the European land, in the land of the German. Find him,

Matua-Lue, open him the depth memory by Mara's stamp, and you will get

the immortality.

- O Greatest Tornasuku, how shall I find one man among the tens million?

- agnekok cried forgotten about fear, because he felt the approach of

old age, and thirst for life burnt with him by constant fire

- He lives in the capital of German land, and he is dealing with that

cures the people's souls. Really, it is the strange deal for the man who

gave me to eat the incalculable myriads of human souls.

- But what is his name? - feeling that the contact approachs to the end,

agnekok cried.

- His real name is known for me only, earlier the people called him as

Cruel Gortkhaur. Now, he calls himself as golden rain.

The last words accompanied with flashes of emerald light which, at every

pulse, destroyed the illusive world of gloomy Tornasuku.


The spirits' world is near, a door is not locked

But you are blind yourself and all of you's dead

Wash in dawn yourself as in sea,

Here is this world, come in there.

"Faust", Goete.

8 April, 1932. Germany, Berlin.

Robert von Goldrein (Golden rain - german) slept by uneasy dream, taking

into account the speciality of dream - this was not surprising. He tos-

sed, threw about the pillows and tore the blanket.

By uneasy movement of the eyes under the started eyelids, it could be

to conclude that a phase of quick dream is going. By strained, damp of

sweat face, it could be seen that the dream belongs to a kind of the


Father of this young man, earl Friedrich von Goldrein had his family,

if it can believe to genealogical tree from Wilgelm Conqueror himself,

and to the beginning of the First World War, he was one of the ancien-

test and one of the poorest Rhein earls. However, this war loaded the

industrialists by orders, and Friedrich became a rich man quickly. The

earl is died one year ago, left, to not loving but own 25 old son, the

title, a dozen of the mansions and villas over all Europe, the family

castle and the complex of the factories for one hundred million reich-


Robert, however, graduated a faculty of psychology and philosophy in

Sorbonne, awarded a doctor grade and left for Vienna where he has lived

these years studying the psycho-analysis by Freid, and at present time,

by Ung and Fromm.

After the death of his father he moved to luxurious three-floor mansion

almost at the centre of Berlin and started the medical practice.

Written a number of the articles and publicistic works on psycho-analy-

sis and psychology, having an image of a man for whom the dream is ope-

ned book, this "scientific man" was now under a power of the forces to which were to be at files and catalogue of his bureau in strictly num-

bered order.

Robert moaned again and by this woke the charming tiny blonde with not

naturally white wavy hair and large eyes of sea wave colour. Her marble

white skin sharply contrasted with the Robert's sunburnt skin and dis-

tinguished itself on a background of a pile of the pillows and blankets

of brilliant violet silk. They lay onto luxurious bed under baldachin of

blue velvet with silver fringe and twisted cords. The bed itself, as all

the rest furniture at the room, was made at the style of Ludovic XIII

and it had really royal size: three per three meters. The walls at the

bedroom were covered with the low panels of sandalwood with silver in-

crustation and edged with dark blue satin with small silver pattern.

The parquet floor was not seen under the layer of thick Iranian carpets

which were not slightly in harmony with european design of the room. At

the corners, the high Chinese vases of Min dynasty stood, as not stran-

gely not dissonant with the French furniture.

Although it was already late morning, the semi-darkness reigned at the

room: the heavy blinds of violet velvet almost did not let pass the


The girl turned to Robert and began to awake him carefully, exclaiming

by musical soprano:

- Robert, wake up! This is a dream only, Robert.

The young man opened his eyes, but by strangely glazed look, it could

be seen that he is still in power of dream.

- Robert, is that nightmare again? - the girl asked quietly.

Robert turned his head to the girl who sat on a bed at the pose of dia-

mond and pressed anxiously the graceful, as if made of alabaster, hands

to small but perfect shape bust. On the long neck, the ruby arabesque

with thin, of fine finishing chain, hung.

- Ah... Who? How? - the Robert's look became more sensible - Susanne,

are that you!

The young man stretched out his hand pressed the excited girl to him-


- Robie, are you o'key? - the girl asked quietly.

The same nightmare, with regularity of postman, two or three times per

week, tormented him.

- More or less, Susie - turned pale Robert whispered - More or less.

- Is still the same dream? - knowing the answer beforehand, the girl

asked doomedly.

- The same dream still - her fiance replied as ech - I am standing on

stony block under water, and the water is around. Downwards, upwards,

to the right, to the left, the dark, green water everywhere.

Robert became silent and heavy breathed.

"What is being occurred? - he thought - what can symbolize this monster

who comes to me at dream? If it can believe to Freid then the father's

figure more probable."

Being single child in family, Robert has been educated at strict, severe

traditions. The father, authorized and imperious man, wanted that his

son graduated the Military Academy and got the economical education. Be-

cause, when freedom-loving and not acceptable the militarist directions

of father, Robert refused the Academy categorically, the father became

furious and, abused the son, declared that he would deprive him of the


Robert smiled bitterly, he was wounded by misunderstanding of father,

and left to France. The single old man changed his mind on the death

couch only, recovered the previous testament.

Not been in time to the burial of the father, Robert was forced to ta-

ke the government of family business for himself, and regularly, at

office of the company, he examined the dull reports on the thousands

guns and projectiles which were produced by his factories.

"Everything is o'key, but really I so did not love my father that my

subconsciousness imagined him in such sinister appearance" - Robert was

puzzled, stared by immovable look at the ceiling.

- Perhaps, it would be better for you to tell this dream, to tell about

the pain and fear.

The girl raised her charming little head and looked sympatheticly at his

strained eyes.

He met with Susanne at the theatre, on the symphony concert of Wagner

"Rustle of wood". The Susanne's father, the elderly businessman, loved

his daughter much, she was resembled, like two drops of water, to his

wife dead of cancer, and he indulged to all her caprices.

Robert had not the Shakespear's love but the girl is liked to him much

and he, met with her and closed, decided to marry.

Her father was very glad to engagement with such stately and respected

cavalier, and he was slightly perplexed from the Susanne's intention

to live with fiance at his house before wedding which was planned on

September, but yielded, though not at once, to the entreaties of loved


Robert got up suddenly and by wide, springy steps he came up to the win-


Having the height of six feet (1 foot - 31 cm) and four inches (1 inch -

- 2.5 cm), he weighed about 210 pounds (1 pound - 454 g). Having a build

rather like Appolo than Gercules, he did not make an impression of room

scientist. The powerful range of the shoulders, the arms heavy of the

muscles, transitted to thin, almost the graceful wrists; the nice hands

with the long but strong fingers. The mighty chest with the layers of

the muscles, distinguished over relief muscle structure of stomach.

At such athletic figure, he possessed the narrow-bone skeleton, but the

shoulders seemed very wide due to the maximum developed delta-muscles

and smooth hillocks of the widest ones, having their beginning by the

slanting ones and having their end on the shoulder-blades.

The narrow waist and the slender legs widened the shoulders visually

more else. The head is located on long but the muscular neck and it was

crowned with rich hair of light-chestnut colour, by the silky waves fal-

len down the shoulders.

The high forehead of thinker, piercing eyes of psychologist, straight

noble nose of aristocrat; the thick but firmly outlined sensual lips of

a man not done out of his share by the Erot's presents; manly, almost

square chin of warrior; he, as if, went out the pictures of the ancient

masters who pictured the princes of army of Great Charle.

Robert bent back the blind and, made a wry face of bright sunlight, came

up to graceful little table onto the bent legs and took the crystal ca-

rafe with orange juice standing on it. Poured the full glass cup, Robert

came back the bed, lay down and, taking a sip, began to tell:

- That stone, on which I am standing, does not lie on a bottom, not in

the least, I do not see the bottom at all. I know that it is located

somewhere downwards, in the blackness of abyss spreaded under my feet.

The stone hangs immovably in the thickness of water, moreover, I know

from somewhere that this stone, falling from above, immersed into more

and more dense layers of water, until, at last, achieved the depth where

the density of water exceeds the density of stone.

There, it hung in black emptiness that was harder than hard matter. The

further immersion could be overed for stone as deplorably: the densest

water would press the stone and, crumbled in powder, it would lift up

where the physical laws were not so severe for such fragile objects as

the granite large stone.

- But this is really impossible! - Susanne exclaimed surprisingly, com-

fortably positioned on the muscular shoulder of Robert.

- You forget, Susie, that I am telling the dream; although, from the

point of view of theoretical physics, it is possible even not such mat-

ter. But not on the Earth. Here, there are not the places where the laws

of nature would take such horrible form. Besides that stone, on which

I am standing, remotely, the others hang too, a large number of. The im-

pression that I am locating in some monstrous forest where instead of

the trees - the rocks, and instead of the ground - water.

There is not the light in that dark world, the complete darkness occu-

pies the height and the depth. But the stones shine themselves by hor-

rible, grave light, almost not lighting up the environmental space. The

strange, unearthly light of these blue and green, yellow and salad, and

violet mengirs (the cult standing stone of Celtic epoch (Ireland)) cau-

sed the feeling of horror and endlessness from this unnatural, unreal

world filled with another side horror and demonic spite and anger, by

which, as it seems, impregnated the stones and the hardness of water.

And then, I saw Him, the Master of abyss, where no one human soul looked

in before me.

His image was infinitely horrible, it represented the grotesque synthe-

sis of the most horrible and ugly creatures of our world.

In his black and purple aura, the mengirs go out, when he approaches,

moving by the tentacles and pulling by the terrible ugly paws with sab-

re-shaped claws.

The monster swam up to me and exclaimed some savagely sounding combina-

tion of words: Pnglnue shr'vtagh.

- Pnue vtag - Susie tried to repeat.

- No, not so, and, however, it is not important.

The words at dream have the meaning only if they, although, have the another sense, or if they could be decoded, as in case with the mirror


Robert was silent for some time, knitted his brows and intently stared

at a space in front of him.

- Well, here that is more. Today, it was a new element. On the next sto-

ne, a man in fur dress sat and smiled maliciously. And, it seems to me,

he belonged obviously to Mongoloidal race.

- You dreamt the Mongol - the girl was surprised, - may be, Chingese-


- No, it was unlikely the Mongol - Robert began to dress himself - the

face was too light, he was resembled to the Canadian Indian or aborigene

from Alaska. I do not apply my mind what he can symbolize.

Robert dressed the white silky shirt, dark blue waistcoat, black tie

and the shoes of crocodile skin.

The silver bracelet on right hand ( the father's present to his birth-

day) and massive ring with blue diamond of 10 carats completed his ward-


Now, fastening the waistcoat, he came up to bed where Susanne basked and

sat down he kissed her.

- Do you already leave? - the girl asked offensively.

- It is a quarter to twelve - Robert noticed - the patients are waiting

for. - Bye.- he kissed Susanne once more and, by quick steps, went out

the room.


Because of they won't sleep,

If they would not any harm;

They will lose the dream, if

They would not anybody to falling,

Because they eat bread of lawlessness

And they drink the wine of plunder.

The stories, chapters 4,16,17.

8 April, Greenland.

Matua-Lue opened his eyes and sat as Turkish on the bear's skin which

served to him as a bed. In spacious dwelling, it was dark. It was some

light only fallen through the vent for smoke and red reflection of the

coals in hearth lighted up the walls of dwelling covered the skins of

Arctic wolves and blankets of polar foxes which lay by pile on the


In the centre, the hearth covered with the stones was located. On the

tripod, the silver tea-pot of skill work hung.

On a background of the ancient, turned black of time, trunks which stood

by the wall, agnekok sat and, knitted his brow, thought.

Being of not tall, the shaman, because of the crooked legs, wide shoul-

ders and heavy build, seemed almost square. The wide flat face with the

high cheek-bones and fleshy, lightly bent down nose, had the large but

deeply set eyes, the hypnotic look of which felt on themselves all his


At the lines of the face, the wild and greedy essence of this man was

read clearly, and the sawn and sharpened teeth, not in the least, did

not improve the image.

The long blue and black hair were woven in braid and put around the

head. On the back of the head, the braid was fastened with golden hair-

pin like a spider and divided in two tails, plentifully greased with

inside fat, it fell down the chest by both sides of the neck.

The ends of the ears were pulled by the massive golden ear-rings of

skill but barbarous work.

On the chest, the necklace of human teeth, intermitted with the bear's

and wolf's fangs, lay down.

Matua-Lue got up, took from the biggest trunk the nephrite box, almost

deprived for the decorations, and took out the five inch stamp of red

stone with black layers, plentifully covered with the hieroglyphes and

wrapped up in silky shawl.

- It is Mara's stamp - the shaman whispered with worship.

Here, the noise outside distracted his attention.

- Father of tribe, do you hear me? - this voice belonged to one of the

junior shamans assisted to Matua-Lue during the ceremonies and sacrifi-


- I hear you, Longa. Come in - agnekok said by low inside bass, and at

the same moment, the fur blind was thrown back, and to dwelling the

young Eskimo in priest dressing came in. Stooped respectfully to the

agnekok, Longa informed:

- Father of tribe, everything is ready for the thanks ceremony. When

do you order to begin?

Matua-Lue hid the Mara's stamp to the box and, putting it to the trunk,


- Are the sacrifices prepared?

- They are prepared already for a long time. All collected in temple and


- It does not matter, they will wait - Matua-Lue dressed himself, not

hurrying, the ritual head-dress, snake cloak, hung on his waist the

Mara's rattles made of the enemies' skulls and filled by the teeth of

their children.

Taken the tambourine of death and a rod of power, Matua-Lue went out

the dwelling after Longa.

The icy wind threw into face of the shaman the cloud of prickly snow-

flakes, but he, did not notice that, went over crackled snow crust bet-

ween the hundreds of Eskimo houses composed the village Utpu.

The deafening barking of the driving dogs accompanied him meanwhile he

went to unremarkable stony rock of 20 feet high.

Closely to the rock, the Eskimo house stood. It was lightly inside: on

a support, four lamps, filled by seal's fat, stood. They lighted up the grey stony wall of the rock, on which the big bear's skin hung.

Matua-Lue threw back the skin and, not waiting for Longa, came into nar-

row stony corridor.

By roughly cut steps, he began to come carefully down: in spite of the

lighted lamps and torches, it was rather dark.

Passed three hundreds of the steps and come down for significant depth,

Matua-Lue came in the cave which had more than 50 yards (1 yard - 91 cm)

in diameter, and of 20 yards high.

Lighted up by the half of a hundred of the lamps and torches, the cave

was filled by the people of Utpu.

All the men of the tribe: about five hundred people, excitedly crowded

near altar represented itself the granite pillar of human height, on

which the little statue of Tornasuku of 2 feet high stood.

In front of it, the black basalt sacrificer stood, and three tied naked people: a girl and two men. By their glazed eyes and indifferent faces,

it could be seen that they are under the influence of the drugs.

The junior shamans, with imperturbable appearance, held the captives and

looked arrogantly at the excited crowd.

Here, Matua-Lue appeared: the wild roar, exhausted from the hundreds of

the throats, greeted him while he went to altar.

The crowd broke to him, and closed after him like ocean.

Meanwhile, the roar increased, it seemed that the ancient arches of the

cave would fall and bury the crowd of idol worshippers.

Matua-Lue, for a pair of minutes more, enjoyed by these original applau-

se, and then, took up his hands suddenly.

For a few seconds, the roar calmed down, the stillness began, only in-

terrupted by the crackled torches.

- Brothers! The sure sons of one of the greatest Gods! - the hollow in-

side bass of agnekok spreaded along the cave.

- The children of Great Tornasuku, listen, because I saw a vision, -

Matua-Lue did a pause, the people stared surprisingly and tensely at him

but he waited while the strain increased and cried:

- Soon the Time will come - the crowd breathed out surprisingly, and

stood at first row might man of unusually high for Eskimo height pursed

his thick lips cynically. A half-grimace of the leader did not overed as

not recognized for the shaman, and he smiled condescendingly.

- Might Tornasuku occurred me and said that soon the stars will take the

right position and the release will come - by low ominous and triumphant

voice, agnekok continued, - But the release of glorious and wise Torna-

suku is also the release of his old enemies, - the crowd made a noise

threateningly and moved, as if the united organism. Matua-Lue took up

his hands again. The tambourine tinkled quietly and the stillness came

up again.

- But the charms of Great Elders do not allow them to do the first step.

A man-key who would open R'llieh and sarcophagus of our master is needed

- Matua-Lue did a pause, collecting the close air of the cave to the

chest and watching for a leader askance.

He stood being puzzled what for the shaman was needed to talk the things

which all the people knew well.

- There is such man, - agnekok cried out at full might to the crowd

which dashed aside surprisingly, not believing to own ears.

By the stared eyes, the leader did not believe to his ears too.

Matua-Lue smirked self-satisfiedly:

- You will ask me, who is that man?

The crowd cried uncertainly "Yes": many of the people did not come to

themselves yet.

- This man is not from our volk, he lives on Big Land!

The crowd kept silent confusedly, for the majority, the Big Land is as-

sociated almost to the Moon.

- But I did not tell who is he yet. You know him under a name of Cruel

Gortkhaur, Priest-Founder.

The crowd kept silent tensely, thinking this information. The leader

looked perplexedly at shaman, trying to undersatnd how the legendary

governor contrived to live for 50 centuries.

- Cruel Gortkhaur will set free our God, - Matua-Lue increased his voice

- But he won't open the gates of R'llieh and hateful Tstulhu will stay

to sleep by the dead dream.

The crowd buzzed in delight. The leader, knitted his brows, looked sus-

piciously at shaman. By beast flair, he felt a trick.

- Great Tornasuku, in his enormous wisdom, selected the warrior to whom

it is to deliver the long-awaited liberator.

Matua-Lue was silent, looking around the crowd by heavy hypnotic look,

all held their breath and caught each word carefully.

Predatoriely licked the lips, agnekok roared:

- This warrior is our leader Morat-Amine.

At these words, the crowd breathed out surprisingly and stared at the


Morat-Amine became purple of anger and nearly opened his mouth to ob-

ject, but understood the impossibility of appeal, at impotent fury,

gritted his teeth.

Matua-Lue, with triumphant smile, took up the tambourine of death and

hit in it by rod. The chattering ringing was heard.

- And now, benedict our governor, mightest Tornasuku!

The crowd howled up with joy. Matua-Lue hit in tambourine again, and

the tamtams stood in the niches and grottoes came to life.

Nine junior shamans began to hit in the drums covered with the human


The crowd roared up, but under heavy rhythm of the tamtams soon began

to exclaim a phrase in a language of Great Elders: Tornasuku bgl'phtarh


The rhythmic drawing of the drums was in progress: the intervals redu-

ced, the intensity of the strikes increased.

Matua-Lue did a sign for the junior shamans, and two of them, taken the

first captive for the hands tied behind his back, brought him to a sac-rificer.

The action of the drugs almost disappeared. The young Eskimo, with hor-

ror, looked at the black parallelepiped of a sacrificer with the built-

in copper rings at the corners and the hollow for flowing of blood.

The captive cried furiously, but his cry sank in cacophony of the fran-

tic wails issued by the wild crowd. Understood what he will have to, he

began to tear himself away tenacious hands of the devil's serving-men

who brought him to inevitable death. But the hands of the tormentors

were hard, and the captive was weakened by the drugs. His hands and legs

are tied to the copper rings by the ropes twisted of the hair of the

previous sacrifices.

Of the horror and hopelessness, the captive cried piercingly, twisted

by all the body and tried to bite his executioners.

But they have not been touched by his cries. They were preoccupied by

the firmness of the ropes. By own experience, they knew that during the

mortal agony, the forces become at ten times more, and once the sacrifi-

ce has breaken the ropes and nearly spoiled all the ceremony.

Only run up junior shamans saved the situation holding the sacrifice by

the hands and legs while the agnekok made the sacrificing.

Matua-Lue took up the tambourine again and hit in it by the rod. The

rhythmics of the drums changed again: almost constant rumble of the

tamtams began to calm down, the intervals between the strikes began to

increase. Also, the crowd began to roar and vibrate not so wildly. For

a moment, the tamtams were silent, and with them, the crowd too.

Matua-Lue turned to the granite column, on which the statue of Tornasu-

ku stood and fell down the knees.

- Great Tornasuku, - he addressed to idol of black and green stone, -

there is not, in the World, anybody who would be so strong, - the crowd,

as one man, repeated by echo - "so strong" - so wise, so great, so cruel

to enemies, - the crowd, swinging from side to side, repeated - "so wi-

se, so great" - And so magnanimous to your sure children!

Matua-Lue did a pause and, hitting in a tambourine, continued:

- O Might Tornasuku, your children serve to you surely and execute all

that you, in your great wisdom, order to them.

Do not leave, you, o the most glorious, by your benefactor. Do not lea-

ve, you, us, worthless ones in our force. Do not deprive us, mortal

ones, your immortal wisdom.

The crowd, swinging, repeated: "do not leave us..., do not deprive


- Let the fiery stones fall down your enemies. Let they die by agoni-

zing death, - developping more and more, Matua-Lue, with fury, cried out

the phrases - Let them gobbled by the underground caves.

- Great Tornasuku, take a present of your sure sons and gobble the souls

of these worthless ones who dared not to submit to your will.

- Agrh'phragl ubrokk'lgiyphr ngh'diyh - agnekok cried out furiously.

The crowd stopped to swing and repeated the monstrous phrase which meant

that "living God sleeps by dead dream at time sarcofagus".

The phrase said in the language of the Great Elders by the hundreds of

throats began to pulse widely, reflecting from the dark arches of the

cave and giving the pristine horror of its strange, supernatural origin.

While the crowd, in fury, cried out the phrase, Matua-Lue took up him-

self, left the tambourine and a rod near the idol, and turned round to

a sacrificer.

The eyes of the captive, with horror, watched for the shaman, the face

became white of the fear was covered with sweat; from the lips, not fas-

tidious exclamations escaped.

Matua-Lue took the sacrificing dagger brought by the junior shamans and

feeling how his body fills, by hot dark wave, the excitation.

Taken up the sacrificing dagger, he almost voluptuously moved by his

tongue along the dull dark-purple edge of alloy unknown to him.

His face became red of blood congestion and he, breathing heaviely, came

up to naked man.

The captive, constantly looked at approached dagger. His eyes came out

the orbits, and dried up throat could wheeze only.

Each next second, replied at the shaman's head by the pulsing strikes of

blood, Matua-Lue felt how the excitation occupies him more and more. The

chattering strikes of his heart united in constant rumbling noise, thun-

dering in ears louder than the tamtams. The face with the inflated veins

covered with the film of sweat. The stomach has got a cramp of the loo-

king forward of that that gave the most enjoyment in his life.

Stretched out his hand suddenly, the shaman almost caressingly moved

along the naked chest of young Eskimo.

Of this touching, the captive trembled like of electric current dis-

charge, his body bent by arc and from gone mad eyes the tears spatte-


Matua-Lue uttered inhuman roar jammed by its power the rumble of the

tamtams, and with a face turned in terrible beast mask of furious thirst

of blood and enjoyment pierced the chest of the captive by a dagger.

The man began to knocked ragely, uttering the bubbled sounds, while the

shaman, continuing to press a dagger immersed up to grip into the chest

of sacrifice and, gone off the eyes, with whistle, drew in air through

the closely pressed teeth. The shaman, feeling the necroenergetical or-

gasm, bent out and twitched with convulsions, as if the knife was stuck

in his chest.

Meanwhile, the convulsions of the captive began to weaken, from his

mouth covered with bloody spume, the blood came out and he calmed down


Trembling in a paraxism of orgasm, the shaman opened his eyes and by

not seing, grown dim look, he looked at the corpse, as if not believing

that he was already dead.

Matua-Lue pulled out the dagger and looked at blood gushed out into the

special hollow. The large tension weakened, along the body, the status

of bliss and rest poured out.

Agnekok put a dagger and by usual, experienced movements, cut the chest

and cut out the heart.

The crowd seen the bloody heart howled up furiously. The wild uproar

reigning in a cave already not one iota resembled to organized ceremony.

The wild crowd of the people lost a right to call so, with the beast

howling and cries, howled and roared simultaneously doing the most mon-

strous dance which whenever the human eye saw.

Matua-Lue brought up still living, convulsively pressed heart to his

mouth and digged by the sharpened teeth into the muscular sack filled

by blood.

Meanwhile, the junior shamans removed the corpse and tied to a sacrifi-

cer the girl not controlled herself, lost, of the fear and horror, her


In spite of the young age, the girl had the heavy bust and wide thighs.

The clumsy, short leg, she, however, did not produce an impression of

ugly person. Rather tender, pretty face; light skin and curling, black

like pitch, hair did the girl some beautiful.

It was hard to determine the colour of her eyes because of under the

eyelids only the whites of the eyes were white.

Matua-Lue, calming down gradually, stood by a sacrificer and waited

when the girl will be tied firmly: the inspection of the previous ropes

showed that the young Eskimoalmost broke the ropes tied up his hands.

The crowd, meanwhile, did not pay any attention to a sacrificer, they

were occupied by the terrible eating of killed Eskimo, they were pre-

occupied by that each got by one piece.

The tamtams were almost silent: the interruption in the sinister orgy

was needed, the nervous system would become the normal in order to rush

into unruly horrible action again.

Meanwhile, the girl was prepared; the drums began to increase their rate

again, and Matua-Lue, filled by close air of the cave by all the chest,

cried up:

- Agph'phtagl ubrokh'lgiyphr ngh'diyh.

The crowd, immediately become as the united organism again, repeated

with enthusiasm:

- Agrh'phtagl ubrokh'lgiyphr ngh'diyh.

Taken up his hand with the dagger, Matua-Lue caused the roar of looking


He looked at the girl, but to his deep grief, did not feel the reply of

organism: "Becoming an old" the shaman thought with hatred and with rage

stuck the dagger into the girl's stomach, did not come to herself yet.

The girl moaned up, opened her eyes, muttered up some words indistinctly

and died quietly. Her body has relaxed, the eyes went out, and from the

mouth, the thin jet of saliva poured out.

Matua-Lue became purple of anger. He felt as personal offense that the

girl has died so quickly. Irritatively cutting the breast, occupied by

the thoughts about the approached old age, he opened up not left but

right side of the chest, and near cut the liver.

Muttered through the teeth the damnations of own absent-mindedness, he

took up his head suddenly and met by the eyes with the leader who nearly

suppressed his laugh watching how the shaman does a trepanation of the

chest cavity.

The agnekok's eyes filled by blood, he pulled out the dagger and prepa-

red to throw it into the leader but came to himself in time and did his

appearance as if he wipes it by the cloak. When he looked at the leader

once more, he did not already smile. With threat looked at once more,

the shaman began to take out the ill-starred organ. At last, he took up

the smoking heart, and the cries of the crowd poured away some balsam

onto the wounds of his self-respect. Looked at the leader, he noticed

that Morat-Amine cries diligently not leaving the collective.

"It serves him right"- smirked self-satisfactory, agnekok thought.

Meanwhile, they prepared the last captive. It was a man of athletic

build of 35 old.

Looked at his indifferent face, Matua-Lue thought: "And this man grew

stupid of fear too, soon it will be dully".

However, the shaman was mistaken very much: when the captive was half-

brought and half-pulled to a sacrificer poured by blood and began to

tie off the hands, the captive was alived suddenly, released his right

hand, he pushed one of the junior shamans onto a sacrificer, he slipped

and hit by head by a stone, lost his sense. The captive hit other shaman

by his fist into face and taken out his sheath the dagger, the junior shamans had the daggers for any case, stuck it into the neck of the

enemy who was struck dumb of unexpectedness. But on a square near the

altar, there were seven more priests, they fell on the captive and clo-

sed him by the mass of their bodies.

Matua-Lue watched with interest for happening one; although some varie-

ty. Unfortunately for him, the entertainment was overed soon: the tall

Eskimo was tied by the tightest way to a sacrificer, and the flushed

priests, like a flock of kites, stood in rank near.

- Really, you, little friend, will compensate me that pale girl that

died without any sound - with the cruel ironical smile, the agnekok mut-

tered up.

But he was mistaken again.

The grown pale face of the man became light-blue, he began to breathe

heaviely, to suffocate and suddenly, with noise breathed out the air,

he died.

The raged crowd was silent confusively. Matua-Lue turned into stone of

fury stood on a place like a statue.

The junior shamans exchanged by the offensive looks.

At last, Matua-Lue was breaken:

- Then, he died! - rushed to the corpse, he hit it by a dagger furiously

- He died himself! - with rage, he cut the stomach of lieing man and

pulled out the intestines and threw them on a floor.

- Himself!!! - in terrible fury, he continued to do the hits ragely un-

til the trunk of the corpse turned into bloody mass.


"Being asked, what is really appearance

Of this demon, the ancient black-booker

Misquamacus closed his face so that his

Eyes were seen, and then, gave unusual

And detailed Report. He chattered that

He is sometimes little and massive like

Big toad, sometimes great like cloud,

Without shape but with a face, from

Which the snakes grow up."


The same day, Berlin.

Request for refusal from the illusions on

own situation is the request of refusal

from such situation, which is needed in

the illusions.

Karl Marx.

Robert came down by the marble steps of stairs covered with dark-red

carpet to a foyer, by its size resembled to the tennis court. In the

gilded candlesticks hung on covered with dark-golden brocade walls, the

electric candles lighted brightly.

The entrance double-fold doors were plentifully covered with fretwork

and gilding. Over them, the large vitrage shone by the rich variety of

the colours, it showed the Teutonic knight with complete armament on

snow-white horse.

Robert, already for a year lived in this mansion, was not tired to ad-

mire to paradoxical decoration of the house.

The one rooms were finished with magnificent taste; others, as pompous-

tasteless foyer, shocked by the hodge-podge of the different styles.

Robert dressed the black chamois cloak and dark-blue felt hat went out

the house.

The piercingly-cold spring wind blew, the leaden-grey sky was covered

with the low clouds: "It seems to me, it will be rain", - Robert thought

by the way, but he did not come back for an umbrella.

In front of the porch, decorated with cracked of time marble bowls, the

sporting double-seats BMW-Wartburg-DAZ of dark-cherry colour stood.

The mechanic stood by a car, tall thin boy with faded eyes, came up to

Robert, and with light Austrian accent, said:

- The car is o'key, herr doctor. I changed the oil and adjusted the se-

parate suspension.

- Thank you, Otto. And how is Amilkar?

Robert bore in mind the French Amilkar-Cyclopar Grand sport "Surbasset"

which could drive up to 130 km/h and which unexpectedly was not in order

a pair days ago.

- It is hard to say, herr doctor. For eight years, you drove up with it

70 thousand miles (1 land mile - 1660 m), but I shall do as much as pos-


Robert looked at his watch. It was five to twelve. "God damned, I am

being late" - he thought irritatively, sitting into the car and prehea-ting the motor.

- Bye, Otto. Work calmly.

Not waiting the answer, Robert turned round, and BMW, roared by four

cylinder motor, drove out a road impetuously.

In this district, built by the large private residences, it was always

rather desertly. Only sometimes the luxurious "Rolls-Royse" or "Merce-

des" went by a wide street slowly.

Gone out Tiergarten to more animated districts, Robert began to manoe-

uvre between more modest cars.

Passing by Wegenerstrasse, Robert saw small, of about 20 people, column

of the SA assaulters. The tall robust boys, in brown shirts, were like

well-assorted with the similar stupid faces, powerful jaws and empty


Only leading the column, tired and pale officer with the stripes of

brigaden-fuhrer was resembled to the sensible creature.

"Stupid flock!" - with malice, Robert thought, looking at marching as-

saulters. "What for the Cerbers of their degenerative lance-corporal

began to march over city again!"

When Hitler became reich-cancellor, the detachments of the assaulters

of SS and SA disappeared from the streets of Berlin and mixtured with

the crowd.

Being the thorough-bred aristocrat, Robert did not overdo organically

the crowd of the butchers-plebeians which came to power.

Occupied by unpleasant thoughts, Robert nearly knocked down two men in

grey and green uniforms of reichswer who, with hostility, looked at the

end of the going away column of the assaulters.

The officers of reichswer disliked the black and brown uniforms, not in

the least, not by the aristocratic reasons, the resistance of Rem to

Hitler put the print onto the soldiers.

Arrived, at last, to office, Robert, in not in the least good mood, ope-

ned the oaken door and came into the reception room.

The room was covered with high, of human height panels of light nut-tree

and it had two windows with the lifting blinds of light-salad silk.

The massive polished door and the heavy arm-chairs covered with the

black leather put the print of the respectability and conservatism.

The secretary printing with the typewriter took up from the it the cool,

like by the shark, eyes.

- Good afternoon, herr von Goldrein. Herr Schimmilpfinning is waiting

for you for just right half an hour. - In her words there was not any

reproach: she simply stated the fact.

Robert become red of embarrassment, turned round to the arm-chair stood

at the corner from which the stout man with small moustache and the be-

ginning bald spots on the round skull, the owner of which, by the crafty

combing, tried, by various methods but without success, to hide this,

stood up.

By the soft features of the face, by the slightly timid movements and

friendly look of the small brown eyes, the little fat man produced the

favourable impression.

- Oh, don't worry, herr doctor! I came early, ten minutes to, only be-

cause of I waited for a long time.

The patient threw up his arms funny and, obeying to the Robert's invi-

ting gesture, came in the consulting-room.

- I am so sorry, herr Schimplinen, indeed...

- Call me simply Gustav, - Schimmilpfinning asked, sitting into the arm-


Rather large and spacious consulting-room had no the pictures and other

decorations capable to distract the patient.

- My surname is not for everybody! - Gustav laughed up forcedly, shown

the sparse teeth.

- Are you at the consulting of psychoanalyst at first time? - Robert

asked watching for the patient carefully.

- And what? Is that so noticeable? - The fat man was embarrassed and ex-

plained. - Well, doctor, I am interesting in psychology little, I have

a bakery, somehow I have no any time for this. Then, I found out just

not long ago that there is such thing as psychoanalysis.

He moved by the fingers nervously and rubbed the end of his nose. Robert

watched by look of python for every movement of the patient.

- Are you trust in the Freid's conception? - he asked by quiet, calm


- Not that that do not trust. - Gustav embarrassed more.- The matter is

in that I know about it little. And that I have heard...

- Please understand me right.- He waved by his arms frightenedly. I am

a man of old hardening, I was educated at the Puritan family. We had no

the habit to tell about... about this.

Gustav embarrassed finally and became red.

- However, do you want to change, indeed? - Robert asked softly.

- Otherwise, Gustav, you have not come to me.

- Yes... Probably - Gustav pronounced not surely. - But, not only. I'd

like, doctor, to get the assistance from you in solving of some problem.

"The classical case, - Robert thought. - The patient separates his prob-

lems from himself and he does not connect, by any means, the necessity

of the internal changing with the solving of the "foreign" problems".

- My problem is in that... - Gustav embarrassed, bitten his lip.

- Continue, Gustav, I am listening to you carefully - Robert encouraged

him with the concern in his voice.

- Doctor, I have the dreams! - Gustav exclaimed.

- It is not any unusual, everybody has the dreams, - Robert pronounced

with calm.

- You do not understand, doctor. I have the terrible dreams! - the pa-

tient advised trustly.

- Well, what is terrible there, indeed? - Robert asked quietly.

- The gigantic black dog attacks me. He bites me, and after that, some

tall man, it seems to me, military man with the horrible face reprimands

me angriely that I cannot let go the small ships of paper.

In a word, it is noncence. But it torments me.

Gustav fell down his head and began to examine his hands.

"Here is the horrible dream really, - Robert thought cynically, - if

he would have my nightmares, I should look at him, how would be he tor-


- You said, Gustav, the gigantic black dog? Please try to remember him.

Gustav closed his eyes, knitted his brow and pronounced:

- Yes, the large dog with the big ears; with such big fangs, it seems to

me, the Irish wolf-dog. Although, his eyes, it seems to me, are known to

me for some reason.

"What a commonplace story! - Robert thought, starting to be lonely. -

At least, some new thing, for example, as I have. Stop! So, I shall have

the fixed idea myself".

- Tell me please about your mother - Robert asked.

- Mamma! I had a good mother! She was dealt in my education from morning

till night. Well, she overdid it slightly. But, really, can I blame her

for it? She wanted as better, she tried for me.

- Was she an imperious woman?

- Well, I would not say so... Though, here and there, and rather often,

she was enough resolute.

- Has she hit you when you were a child?

- God forbid! No, of course, no. I know the most parents think that just

right it is necessary to hit the children, but she was not such woman.

And I am not such man, I have two excellent children: a son and a daugh-

ter, I have never hit them. Here. - Gustav being out of breath took out

the handkerchief and wiped his forehead.

- By what method has she punished you? - Robert asked.

- Well, mamma locked me at store-room, deprived the cakes, - Gustav be-

gan to bend the thick fingers - and did not allow to walk.

Although, I was up to mischief not so often. Mamma said that she would

give back me to the black man who would go at the dream and eat me.

Gustav giggled nervously. Robert, with a pity, looked at him and conti-


- Which associations are you caused the details of the dream? What does

like to what?

Gustav stared at psychoanalyst puzzledly, then, knitted his brows, began

to think.

- The dog. With what is you associated the dog at the dream? - the psy-

choanalyst tried to help.

- I understand that you bear in mind, but alas. You can kill me, nothing

comes to my mind. Gustav smiled sadly.

- How has your mother looked like?

- What? How has she looked like? Well... The tall robust woman with the

black hair... Oh! Just a moment... Well, probably, I understood who do-

es remember me this dog! More exact, his eyes. My mother had the same

eyes. It is delirium, isn't it. The dog with the mother's eyes. Really,

the such things could dream.

Gustav laughed up persecutively. He began to understand something.

"At last, the obvious thing became obvious one", - Robert summed up men-


- Well, Gustav. Let us finish. I think you understood yourself whom your

dog symbolizes.

Your mother, imperious and severe woman, did not allow you to be out of

her, and suppressed any attempt of your independent thinking. As a me-

chanism of control, there was fear. The black man who will take you and

eat. It is, by the way, rather wide-spread image.

The psychological symbiosis with mother. The possibility to examine the

world only through the prism of mother's sensing; fear of the disobeying

expressed by not the strokes which do not bear the global psychological

trauma, but by a creation and forcing of image which, in embryo, suppre-

ssed any attempt to disobey.

Remember, you were not up to mischief almost. The authority feature be-

gan, due to the psychological adaptation capability, to turn into the

positive evaluation of its personality.

It is always easier to acknowledge the lawness of the power of wise and

kind man than malicious and cruel one.

Since you began to live independently, you disobey every time. You live

according to your rules, but the stable stereotypes could not be destro-

yed so easy. You were afraid of punishment, and you have got it. The ma-

licious dog bites you at dream. The black man with terrible face gives

you scolding. As you said, he is, "probably, military". At dream, the

militarism symbolizes the authority feature in all its expressions. This

is an universal symbol.

- And it is not only at the dream - Robert showed to the window. In spi-

te of the thick glasses, from the street, the sounds of military march

were heard.

- The black man remains, more exact, that what he told about the small

ships of paper. Does something come to your mind with the word "the

small ships of paper"?

- Well, my childhood, of course. Together with the boys, we let go the

small ships in the pools, I remember, at this time, I took an oath to

myself that when I shall grow, I shall become a captain and be drive

the large ship myself.

Gustav smiled confusively, but already without usual nervousness, he


- Doctor, as I understand, this also means something.

- Your subconsciousness, by the voice of this man, told you that you

have not realized the crystal dream of your childhood yet.

Gustav smiled bitterly once more and, already rather calmly, he said:

- The small number of people is in success to do it.

He stood up from the arm-chair and asked:

- As I understand, your consulting is overed?

- Yes, that's all for today. But I think you are to visit me once more.

- Yes, you are right. But I need in time. Time to understand myself.

How much I am due to?

- Nothing. Really, has the secretary said that I had the free practice.

- I have not asked. The friends told but I did not believe. You, per-

haps, are the unique psychoanalyst who works free.

- I am enough well-to-do man. And I do it because of the lack of life

sense - Robert smiled - I need in spending a time by any way.

Gustav Schimmelpfinning nodded and, thinking about something, went out

the consulting-room.

Robert stood up, came up to the bar and, taken out a bottle with Scotch

(Scotch - a kind of Scotch wiskey), poured up the drink with ice.

Come back with the small glass to the desk, he sat and began to smack

the drink.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and the secretary came in.

- Herr von Goldrein, - she informed, as usual, impassively, - fraulein

Liebchen called. She will not be able to come: she has the problems on

her work. And in the morning, herr Kramer has come and asked that the

consulting time was changed to tomorrow.

- Frau Marta, who is remained really? - Robert was surprised.

- Frau Kennendorf only... If she will not forget to come - with doubt,

the secretary finished.

Frau Kennendorf was 73 years old and she suffered the sclerosis. How-

ever, she was dealt in psychoanalysis, though she usually forgot the

dreams. Robert had no enough spirit to refuse of her, and for a pair

times per week, he was forced to have an hour of soothing talks and

of dispersion of the night fears of poor old woman.

Suddenly, "the hurricane" as an image of tall wide-shoulder man with

rich black beard and immense waist rushed into the reception room. Dres-

sed in brown tweedy suit and the shoes soiled with dirt, he radiated the

energy and livingloveness, like the small sun.

- Hallo, Robert! - the owner of beard roared, passing across the room,

by the way nearly thrown down the secretary and, sat on the edge of the

desk, with the theatre gesture, he exclaimed:

- God damned, Robert! You are still raking the lairs of the reptiles of

the human souls?

Robert smiled. He, since the student times, knew and liked Karl Schwei-

ster. The talented tragedian and not bad dramatist, Schweister graduated

the Sorbonne, flown like the lightning the theatres of London, Paris,

Geneva, Stuttgart and Bonn, he settled in Berlin where he met again with

his friend one year ago.

- And you, Karl, are also representing Otello! - Robert leaned back in

the arm-chair in order to not to lift up his head to Karl.

- However, there are three arm-chairs at the room.

- Indeed, - Karl was surprised, getting down from the desk and settling

down at the arm-chair which cracked under his gravity.

- And here, you have not guessed, - he said triumphantly. - Otello is

the last day. I am leaving for an expedition! - Karl pulled out his be-

ard, chest and stomach simultaneously, with an air of importance, and

taken up the forefinger, he showed by it to the cealing.

- By the balloon, really - Robert, smiling up, supposed.

- Why by the balloon, - The owner of the beard was surprised.

- By the ship, of course, and you know where - he took up his finger

again, - to Polynesia.

- You don't say! - Robert was surprised sincerely.

- What have you forgotten there?

Karl blown up of the sense of own grandeur, began to tell.

- Then, I am passing by the Getistburg gates and meet my uncle, Arthur

Hacksney. Well, I have told about him, he has discovered else some na-

tives in Oceania or in Micronesia. I do not remember exactly.

Robert dawned upon:

- Ah, the professor of archaeology from Boston University.

- You remember, indeed, - Karl was glad, clapped his hands. - And I for-

got, really. Imagine, I ask him, by the way: Well, how is the weather in

Chicago? You, really, examine these cockroaches there? Here, it was so


By the becoming red face, Karl was not to laugh, indeed.

- In general, I complained to the old man of the hard life, I say that

it would be good to leave away my nose, and he, here, says: Go, he says,

with me to an expedition, sun, sea and all such others. We shall dispel,

he says, you are soured in this grey antiquarian enormous thing. Well,

I have agreed. Why is it not?

- And what has happened indeed? - Robert asked as if by chance.

- Nothing has happened. And what would be happened, - Karl looked at the

silent friend and heaviely taken a breath, he said:

- The damned psychologist. As usual, he sees throughout. Perhaps, he

has made good friend with devil - he let the moved apart fingers in his

beard, pulled by it furiously and with anger threw out:

- I can not do more, Robie. The Nazi tormented at all. There is not any

way to fight with them. Play only Wilgelm Conqueror and Great Friedrich.

And now, here, the director found fault with my family tree: my mother

is the Jewess really. In general, I have been thrown out the theatre.

Ah-ah - Karl waved by arm doomedly.

- And what is the goal of this expedition - Robert transferred the con-

versation to another channel.

- Well, you understand, what is the matter. The uncle found some tribe

which worships to some undersea gods, as I understood.

- You say, to the undersea ones - Robert asked with interest.

- Exactly, to the undersea ones. They are such terrible ones, I am af-

raid, indeed. The uncle showed the photos of idols to me. And, moreover,

they cry some phrase, as if in the language of these gods.

I have copied it specially: I want to use for one mythological play -

Karl rummaged in the pockets and extracted the piece of paper.

- Here is, liste:

- Pnglnue shr'vtagh. Well, how is it? Hey, Robert, what has happened

with you? Are you feeling bad? - Karl, with anxiety, jumped up, seen

that Robert, heard the phrase from his dream, became pale mortally.

- Everything is o'key, Karl. - Robert inhaled deeply several times and

calmed down, he asked his friend who watched for him with perplexity

and anxiety.

- Listen, fellow, and would you mind arranging me one ticket for this ship.