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World. From death to life
Andrey Kolyasnikov
Photograph Ilya Shakhtarin
© Andrey Kolyasnikov, 2018
© Ilya Shakhtarin, photos, 2018
ISBN 978-5-4493-5293-4
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Andrey Kolyasnikov
Chapter 1. “Gods”
His hair became covered with a rare gray hair, as if he was already at least one hundred and twenty years old, although, more recently Zef was only forty. For the stay in the Abyss, his face changed – became more rough, his eyes had faded from the old twinkle in the eyes and left no trace. Now he had one desire – that this whole planet was decayed, and her ashes were scattered in the eternal darkness of space.
The people of this planet was taken from Zef all that was so dear to him, since the house (or rather rooms in the company) ending with the light that was inside him and now he felt they had destroyed his life.
Returning from exile, Zef had no time even to change clothes – among the seven young men in gold, he was like a wormhole leading a detachment in his dark blue form of Defense, with a shoulder chevron sign of lightning.
The rest of the squad was younger than Zef Seth: if women at fourteen years of age, men over women, but at different ages. On their uniforms they had no insignia, only this strange Golden color, like the Creators, whose age has passed for ten thousand years.
All in a party were young and are beautiful: four girls, four men – planet Geya saying goodbye with their children.
On behalf of the people read the enthusiastic speech of the Ancient Creator: he said that all the difficulties they have to overcome themselves, that they are now the head of a new planet that only these eight people selected for the Ancient secret mission in a new galaxy, they will not have to return home – their home now being on another planet, now they are “Gods”.
The head of the Gods was elected Zef Seth.
After this statement of the Creator of the Dao Yang, people in the Golden indignantly said someone: someone got called a traitor, others just looked at each other, saying something unintelligible with anger – the outrage was quiet, that Great ruler of the Geya did not hear them – nobody has the right to protest against the decision of the Ancients, or waiting for his Abyss.
– …Now in front of you forever. – Continued Dao Yang. – Remember about us, and we will be with you. Our voice will be the head of the Defense party-the Creator of Ger Afin…
From what he heard fists got clenched, cheeks tightened, his glance became focused, in the last meeting with the head of the Defence: