Текст песни Бормор Пётр - Игры Демиургов 22

Uff ...
Who was there wondering what happened to the demiurges and that girl?

Demiurge Mazukta critically examined the demiurge Shambambukli from all sides.
-Hmm ... Well, the view is normal. I'd like to comb you ... yes, this is above the forces of the inhuman.
Demiurge Shambambukli nervously pulled the suit and turned his neck, which was hard-pressed by a hard collar.
-So you can go in?
-What? Yes, visits are already allowed. Wait, something is missing ... well, of course!
Demiurge Mazukta clapped his hands, and in the hand of Shambambukli blossomed a luxurious bouquet - not too lush, but extremely expensive and matched with great taste.
-This is all now. Come on in. " I told her so much about you!
Demiurge Shambambukli took a deep breath and entered the ward. Then Masukta squeezed through and took his place at the bedside of the sick man.
"Here!" Mazukta announced with pride. "Meet each other." This is my friend Shambambukli, he is also a demiurge.
Shambambukli shuffled awkwardly, his eyes fixed on the girl lying on the bed.
"Very nice," said the girl.
-And this, - Mazukta picked up the medical history, - a young female human, height 165, weight 55, suit red, insolent.
The girl bit her lip, holding back her smile.
"The state is excellent," Mazukta continued, turning over the sheets. "The body is completely restored and free of foreign impurities." Full course of memory recovery. Physical and mental health are impeccable, under my responsibility.
"Thank you," the girl whispered softly and touched Mazutta's wrist.
-Extraver - from 18 to 22 years old, to call Lolita. Please love and respect.
"Only Lee, not Lo," the girl corrected.
-What?
-Le, not Lo. Not Lolita, but Lilith.
-Ah, well, it's a typo, probably. Vsemed, too, sometimes fails.
Shambambukli swallowed and tapped his collar with his finger.
- I ... it's nice too ... very much. Mazucta, can I talk to you for a minute?
"What are you doing?" Mazukta asked in surprise. "You're embarrassed, are not you?" Lee, remember, I told you that a friend of mine is in love with you? So, let me ...
A friend of Shambambukli sharply interrupted. "Can I have a minute?"
"Okay, okay," Mazukta shrugged his shoulders in bewilderment. "If you're so urgently ... We'll be right back."
In the corridor of the demiurge Shambambukli grabbed Mazutta by the button and in a terrible whisper said:
-That's not her!
"Why?" Mazukta blinked.
- I'm telling you, it's not her!
"You're out of your mind, are not you?" Look at your face! Growth, weight, age, hair color - everything converges. And burned it like a witch. And the name is the same ...
- The name is different. And she herself is different. It looks like, very, I do not argue. But not that!
Mazukta yanked the button from Shambambukli's fingers and began to pace up and down, irritatingly tugging at a lock of hair.
- Listen, what do not you like? You say you are similar. The girl is a girl, this is no worse than any other, even better, I would say. Do not you care which one to take?
-No. Not all the same. Although thanks, of course ...
"You, and a friend!" Mazukta shook his head reproachfully. "I've tried so hard for you!"
-I understand...
"What do you understand?" Mazukta laughed bitterly. "Do you think it's so easy to collect the original form from the smoke?" And then still separate the human flesh from the firewood that was burned with it?
"Well, it's probably really difficult ..."
-Difficult?! Yes, it was still almost impossible! I'm this girl is not something on the cells - on atoms collected! Day after day, a few months. I literally got used to it! He created whole worlds - he did not get tired. And surely I have never worked so carefully. Her body is a masterpiece! Well, yes, yes, it's human, it's imperfect, but the work itself!
-Masukta, I, of course, are very grateful to you, did not even expect ... but you understand, I need a completely different de ...
"Durak!" Mazukta glared viciously. "You do not understand what you're refusing!" She ... she knows how! Do you think that pretty face is all? A mind? And character? We talked with her for a long time - this girl is incredibly smart. I honestly even respected her. And how much kindness there is in her! You will not believe - she is able to empathize. It's such a rarity. And she has a real sense of humor - when it's really funny, she laughs. And do not laugh.
-Mazukta, I believe you, but ...
-All of this is for you, for a fool! For my best (and, incidentally, the only) friend! I wanted to make you feel good. And you to me like that, in the face you spit.
"Listen!" Shambambukli again caught Mazutta by the button, pulled him close to him, and stared deep into his eyes. "Just listen." I'm really touched. But. She is. To me. Not. I need it. Do you understand?
-No.
Well, then just take note.
Demiurge Mazukta ruffled his hair with his palm.
-Well, what should we do now?
-I do not know. Let her go back, let her live anew.
-Crazy? How can it be released back? There's such a cruel world, and she's so ... so delicate, fragile ... and just felt normal treatment!
Shambambukli looked at the other with a long, thoughtful look. And he said the most intelligent thing he could in this situation:
-Hmm.
"If she was with you, I would be calm," Mazukta continued. "I would know that no one will offend her, that she is fed, watered, kindly, and knows nothing of shortage. But you refuse! And here's t