-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Даниэл Киз
-
- Цветы для Элджернона
-
- Стр. 212/233
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Slowly
,
as
waves
recede
,
my
expanding
spirit
shrinks
back
into
earthly
dimensions
—
not
voluntarily
,
because
I
would
prefer
to
lose
myself
,
but
I
am
pulled
from
below
,
back
to
myself
,
into
myself
,
so
that
for
just
one
moment
I
am
on
the
couch
again
,
fitting
the
fingers
of
my
awareness
into
the
glove
of
my
flesh
.
And
I
know
I
can
move
this
fin
ger
or
wink
that
eye
—
if
I
want
to
.
But
I
don
’
t
want
to
move
.
I
will
not
move
!
I
wait
,
and
leave
myself
open
,
passive
,
to
whatever
this
experience
means
.
Charlie
doesn
’
t
want
me
to
pierce
the
upper
curtain
of
the
mind
.
Charlie
doesn
’
t
want
to
know
what
lies
beyond
.
Does
he
fear
seeing
God
?
Or
seeing
nothing
?
As
I
lie
here
waiting
,
the
moment
passes
during
which
I
am
myself
in
myself
,
and
again
I
lose
all
feeling
of
body
or
sensation
.
Charlie
is
drawing
me
down
into
myself
.
I
stare
inward
in
the
center
of
my
unseeing
eye
at
the
red
spot
that
transforms
itself
into
a
multipetaled
flower
—
the
shimmering
,
swirling
,
luminescent
flower
that
lies
deep
in
the
core
of
my
unconscious
.
I
am
shrinking
.
Not
in
the
sense
of
the
atoms
of
my
body
becoming
closer
and
more
dense
,
but
a
fusion
—
as
the
atoms
of
my
-
self
merge
into
microcosm
.
There
will
be
great
heat
and
unbearable
light
—
the
hell
within
hell
—
.
but
I
dont
look
at
the
light
,
only
at
the
flower
,
unmulti
-
plying
,
undividing
itself
back
from
the
many
toward
one
.
And
for
an
instant
the
shimmering
flower
turns
into
the
golden
disk
twirling
on
a
string
,
and
then
to
the
bubble
of
swirling
rainbows
,
and
finally
I
am
back
in
the
cave
where
everything
is
quiet
and
dark
and
I
swim
the
wet
labyrinth
searching
for
one
to
receive
me
.
.
.
embrace
me
.
.
.
absorb
me
.
.
.
into
itself
.
That
I
may
begin
.
In
the
core
I
see
the
light
again
,
an
opening
in
the
darkest
of
caves
,
now
tiny
and
far
away
—
through
the
wrong
end
of
a
telescope
—
brilliant
,
blinding
,
shimmer
ing
,
and
once
again
the
multipetaled
flower
(
swirling
lotus
—
that
floats
near
the
entrance
of
the
unconscious
)
.
At
the
entrance
of
that
cave
I
will
find
the
answer
,
if
I
dare
go
back
and
plunge
through
it
into
the
grotto
of
light
beyond
.
Not
yet
!
