НОЧНОЙ - город
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Megapolis even at night filled with people. They are literally everywhere. Step yourself along the showcases and neon signs. Light from advertising allows you to slightly see their faces, they, like during the day they do not express anything, absolutely nothing. Go, just bolding back, and that's it. You might think what happened, something incredible, they will not change their expression. An alien invasion will choose only from one indifferent and indifferent look of these people. And among this gray mass another person. Sneakers, blue jeans, sweatshirt and sad look. Having lowered his head, he walked just forward, without thinking where he could take. For the noise of passing machines, rare grommet rolls were added. Periodically, the sky was cut huge zippers. Every new time, gossy in bizarre patterns, they resembled lush trees. On this night, the whole sky was planted with these trees. Lilo, like from the bucket. People have become noticeably less. Now the guy moved almost an empty street. And those, infrequent passers-by who met on the way, then ran into the shops, but they were hollowing a taxi. Not noticing the rain, he walked and walked. So past hundreds of houses, shops and parking lots, past dozens of nightclubs, where at first glance, life was boiling, Artem got to the embankment. The reflections of lights on the water only added sad notes. Here he was alone, just alone, as among the crowd. So, the guy stood no less than a couple of hours. Near the bridge, metropot train, complementing the sounds of the rain with her rumble. Then Artem filled with rage. Throwing into the water, everything came under hand, he shouted. I shouted from rage, from resentment. He is tired to blame himself, now the guy vinyl god. More and no one was blamed. Now, then the young man believed in him. Now he probably knew that this egoistic base exists. Everything rolled to hell exactly from the moment the young man renounced faith. He decided that his owner himself, that he himself would twist his fate, but as he became mistaken. The young man threw a challenge to the creator himself. And lost. Artem was defeated. This lesson was the most difficult. Although rather painful. Everything went under the slope. From work fired. No idea that could bring a guy to success, did not come true, the friends turned away, the girl was gone. There was nothing left. Now Artem shouted at the whole voice: "I lost, I lost, damn the asshole, do you hear me? Yes, you never heard me! Of course you are sitting there, somewhere at the top and play your computer game. Yes, only I do not want to be your toy! I do not want to hear me? " Yes, though I am I Win. Always I myself was to blame for everything, and now nothing has changed. How I suffered all this!
- Well, tell me what you have reached here? Asked the man with gray hair whose age was difficult to determine. At the same time it seemed that he was young and old. He was dressed in a rigorous costume, and a white shirt collar was unbuttoned. The tie was almost unleashed, and kept on the neck in any way.
Artem did not hear how this man approached him. For some reason, I wanted to talk. This man from the guy caused some kind of warm feelings. As if someone is native facing him. For a long time, Artem did not feel this.
- I am longing along the past. Madly long. By the past, which I did not have. Because I deprived him myself without making what I wanted.
- No, no, answered a young old old man. And there is no future. There is only a present, only in the present you can live. There are you and me, but there are no of those who were a second ago, there are no and those of us who should be across a second. Why spoil yourself this longing about what is not? Do you have life, great gift, do not descend her in vain? Life is given once, live it correctly.
- The fact of the matter is that I lived her ...
Artem caught himself thinking that there was no one. The thought flashed about madness. Not scary, the guy thought and went away from this place. It was necessary to go home, madly wanted to sleep ...

(Levitin Gleb)