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– My short story

Sometimes pulls to write something, because yes?! Well, sometimes I definitely happen to me.
So I wrote the form of an incomprehensible story, the main part of which will never finish.
Tells the story of a guy and a girl traveling in a train.

Caution, there are doubtful moments in the story!

(for the purpose of ease of reading, the phrases of the girl are highlighted)

Thus, I present you your text.

Just don’t tell me

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- So where are we going?
- Is it all the same?!
And really, is it all the same?! And what I have asked this question in general if the answer to it is not interested in me?
Yes, I become one of those whose empty issues only caused charity, irritation and bewilderment. “Who are you waiting?”, “How are you?”,” Where are you going?”, Asked me by little familiar people with whom I have never sought to conduct conversations. They asked and, having received an answer, dissolved in an everyday routine, neither acquiring anything for themselves, nor providing anything to me.
Asked a question for the sake of the question. Their miserable attempts to communicate only emphasized the void and worthless words.
And now I ask the same useless question that will not give anything to me or her. You can, in principle, think that I want to start a conversation with this girl ..
Hmm, but it can be so. Well, then I will not repeat the mistakes and ruin the character of my character. “No!” – stupidly gives nothing to questions.
Only now any conversation is either a question or a statement. Either a selfish desire to learn something, or a selfish desire to tell something. I don’t have much choice.
- You know, many are associated with many train ..
- The fool is completely?!
And she is quite beautiful, it is worth noting. Not that it allowed her to call people around fools.
-Maybe not quite … you have some problems with this?
- You should have problems with this.
I already said that she is pretty beautiful?! I just don’t know how to fill these moments of silence.
She turned back to the window.
- Okay, come on first. My name is ..
- A nameless character.
- It is unlikely.
If she decided to play in “Find the interlocutor’s name”, then she has a shitty fantasy.
- Listen … please. Your name, as well as mine, means nothing. So, let’s leave these stupid combinations of sounds behind, where we left.
- Okay, only two “nameless characters” can occur confusion.
- I am an nameless character number two.
Hmm, I’m number one. Oh, yes!
- No, it won’t go. I will call you – Zadira.
Emphasized eyelids, raised eyebrows. Disapproval.
How nice.
- And I am a fool.
- Great. So, many trades have ..
- The fool is completely?!
Yeah, we are in a cycle of madness.
- Yes, now completely. And I have no problems with this.
I hope this will interrupt the cycle.
- So why do you call me a fool when I try to tell about electric trains?
- Because you have already told me about this three times.
- What?
What? Wait … three times? Three times. No, I doubt it. I could not. My memory, although bad, but I definitely don’t remember such incidents with her.
I could not. I just couldn’t.
-You are confusing something, I could not tell you that. I remember exactly.
She looks … scared?! I don’t think she pretends.
- No, you definitely talked.
She remembers what was not, or I forgot what happened?!
“But, after all.”.
She, apparently, also does not understand anything, like me.
- What do you remember?
- Yes, that’s it, we are with you ..
Me and she? Where are we going and where? How we are connected with her? How much are we together?
I … I don’t remember anything.
- Just don’t tell me that you don’t remember about the dead man.
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Now I’m ready to talk

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- Wait, where are you so.
- I have to see him.
Dead. In a neighboring car dead car! And I completely forgot about him. So she claims. How can this be? What the hell is generally happening?
- This.
- What?
- Get ready.
The loss of memory is more disturbed by the dead. At least…
-A-aar.
This…
- B▮▮▮▮!
This is ..
- What, B▮▮▮▮, is happening? What, B▮▮▮▮, is happening?!
It’s me.
I will tear me out now.
Calling the stomach. Blue face. Eyes are leaning.
-(Bo-e … heh. )
My corpse. This is my corpse. How is it, B▮▮▮▮, possible?!
I am dead?!
- Fool, calm down. You forgot, we have already passed it. This is not you.
- B▮▮▮▮, he looks exactly like me!
- Calm down. listen to me. Eh … how difficult it is.
Mother of God, what is happening?! Better not to look. Do not look.
- A fool, in the place of him … in the place of the dead man I see myself. I’m dead myself.
What? What x▮▮? What she carries?!
- You see in a dead man, and I see myself. When we found him, we came to the only opinion that he was not some kind of certain person, but just a dead man. But for some reason, we are reflected in it.
- What kind of x▮▮▮▮ you shallow?!
- Fool, calm down, please.
This is impossible. People are reflected in the dead man?!
- It all sounds very … wrong, strange. But I don’t lie.
Empty electric train. It is not known where, it is not known where. Dead body. With different looks. Memory loss.
Some kind of idiotic joke!
“But now your loss of memory.
Ah, hell. She is even worse than me.
- Hey, Zadira, let’s go from here.
I feel it is incredibly tense, a little more and it will break.
And here it stinks the dead and vomit. Need fresh air.
- Sit down for now. Now we will solve everything.
Better she does not get from my words.
The valve sits tight.
- Come on!
Here is the air. You can breathe in full chest. Fu, still vile bitterness in the mouth.
Silent.
- Zadira, come on from the very beginning. Fine?
We have already found a corpse with her. They even decided that he was not a certain person, but something like an image, ideas.
But I don’t remember anything like that. How can this be? From shock?!
She eagerly inhales fresh air. She shakes her slightly.
- I have already calmed down and is ready to think soberly. Whatever happens to us, everything has its own explanation … Real events should also have.
- Yes … hah.
She grinned stupidly. It’s better than silence.
- You already said that.
At least I am still me. I used to be, and still – I.
- Be that as it may, you still remain yourself. It encourages.
- I’m sorry … That’s it, now I’m ready to speak.
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You said so the last time
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- We fled. Both. You and me. I don’t know what you fled from ..
I’m not the person who runs. It does not look at me at all.
- And I can’t say what I ran from. But, I believe, we had equally good reasons for flight.
Either she does not know everything about me, or he lies.
- So we ended up in this carriage. After.
Stopped down.
- Then I wanted to go to the toilet and I went out into the next car. And there.
Dead. I’m afraid to imagine how hard it was for her.
- You screamed?
- No, I could not. I just could not. I lacked air, I started to choke and sank to the floor.
- And what happened next?
- I can’t say. I just saw my dead face. Neither a similar face, nor the face of a double, namely my face. My own face. You felt it too?!
- Yes.
Really. It was blue and swollen, but it was definitely belonging to me. Not to confuse with anything. Like … like a reflection, yes?!
- And then, you brought me to feelings. We were again in this carriage.
- I began to make excuses … or this is not a very true word. I don’t remember what I said, I had a panic, I tried to prove that I was not a corpse or a ghost. So we realized that we see completely different bodies.
Even in this state, she was not worried about her dead body, but a person’s opinion is near her.
- But this is not possible. I had to make sure, and we returned to the dead man.
- Lord, we looked at our dead bodies, looked and listed every detail that we saw. Wounds, bruises, edema, position of bodies – there were no differences in this. But everyone saw himself in a dead man.
- So we came to the fact that the dead man is objectively in the carriage. A certain strangled man with a ripped belly. On subjective differences, we tried to close our eyes.
Clearly, this really has logic. Consider only common aspects common to both.
- What happened next?
- We went to look for help. Ahah Hahah.
What else? Hysterical laughter?! He clearly does not bode about good.
- And … this.
- What?
- This train.
Well?!
- She has neither the beginning nor the end.
Everything is cooler and cooler.
- We walked forward with you, aside the movement. To the head wagon. And returned to the dead man.
And I believe her. I believe in this nonsense.
- Mother of God, we are in a shitty mystical audio performance?!
- You said so the last time. Why exactly audio performance?
Nothing else excites her? Okay.
- I just listened once with a “work” with a similar plot.
- It’s clear.
- I want to make sure that. And count ..
- There are thirteen of them.
One extra.
- I made marks in every car. All wagons are different and their order does not change.
- We went through them several times?
- Yes, four times.
After each question, five new. My head is already cracking. Need to go.
- Zadira ..
- Go without me.
Okay, I won’t strain it once again. In addition, I lost my memory, and she has already passed all this.
- I’ll be back soon.
- Yeah.
- And yes, until I left why we stayed in this carriage?
..

What you say, I did not hear

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- With the return.
This is of course strange, but I am relieved. The train really did not have the end, and I returned back to this car.
And the bully did not disappear. She is still here.
- I saw your marks. Wagons are still numbered in order.
At least something in this place retains the usual human logic.
- I left the first to ventilate. I want to check something.
- Fine.
There are so many questions in my head: “What kind of train is this?”,” From where is she and where?”,” Why is the focused?”,” Why is it empty?”,” Who is Zadira?”,” How are we connected with her?”,” What does she hide from me?”,” Why did I lose my memory?”,” Who is that dead?”,” Who killed him?”,” Why do we see in it ourselves?”,” What is the reason?”And” How do we get out?”.
So many questions that there are no answers.
-You think we can find something unusual with him?
- I hope.
I hope that there are personal items that do not belong to us on the corpse.
- Well, you’re ready?
She grinks?!
- Like no one else.
And what is she trying … Ah, I understand.
- Hah, there are two of us here.
Even jokes in such a situation, I suppose she ..
- Oh, fu … your ventilation helped slightly.
- It became better, agree.
..
Okay, and there is enough silence.
- I’ll start.
- Wait, wait … you ..
What am I? Mm? Okay, do not rush.
- Fool, I … I don’t want to watch how you … paw my body.
And, for sure. She sees herself in a dead man. It will not work well ..
- Let me be the first to examine the dead man, and then I will go out.
- OK.
Although, now I will watch her touches my dead body. Is it possible to classify “such” to fetisha?!
Hmm, and again we are pioneers. Hmm ..
- It seems … nothing.
- Look more attentive.
You need to carefully check everything.
- Not ……. Gu … Bo.
- What are you saying, I did not hear?
-(BE … bu-e-e. )
She was sick. Not surprising.
- That’s it, that’s enough for you. Return and catch your breath.
Yes, this is a vile activity. I hope I won’t get sick.
So, let’s get down.
In the shirt is nothing, in the pockets of jeans too.
The palms are empty.
In sneakers … also nothing.
Not a trace of individuality. Although it is worth it to examine the skin.
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Nothing. There is not a single evidence that he is a certain personality.
Although Zadira could miss anything. No, hardly.
There are no other options now – he is the very idea of ​​the dead man. It was even stupid to assume that this was not so.
Although, it is worth checking something else. No matter how wrong it is.
Fu, well, the vile feeling.
- Lord, what are you doing?!
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I didn’t think to say it out loud

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Disgust. I see disgust in her eyes.
- I thought it was worth checking ..
- We will not discuss this with you.
OK. She turned to the window. Yeah, turned to me again.
- Fool, listen, one thought has been spinning in my head for a long time. Pulsates and pulsates. Will not let me go.
- Well, voice her.
- What if you and I look different in each other’s eyes?
But really. If our vision plays a joke with the dead man. It makes sense.
- Please describe how I look.
- I didn’t think to say it out loud, but you are pretty beautiful.
- I doubt. You can? Call the details.
Compliments for girls need to do more inventive, yes?! And who I ask that?
- Well, I’ll start down. White sandals, black golfs, short gray skirt ..
- No.
-… a white blouse with short sleeves, a black bow tie ..
- Not at all like.
- … Red Bracelet on the left hand.
- No on me!
She was right. It arrived in the piggy bank.
- The body is slim, the skin is healthy, light makeup ..
- It doesn’t look like me at all.
- … A short haircut.
- I have long hair. Look, I’m holding the ends.
- Well, yes, you hold the ends, your hand by the neck.
- Let it … go on.
- So, you have blond hair, green eyes ..
- And a mole, look if there is a mole.
Loosened the tie and unbuttoned the upper buttons of the blouse.
- Yes, I have. Right on the collarbone on the right.
- Be that as it may, this is still my body, although it has undergone changes.
- You do not consider yourself beautiful?
- Not that I trusted your taste, but I trust in your description. For myself, I look much worse. And I wear clothes more closed.
- Clear. Now it’s your turn.
-You have black shabby sneakers, dark blue jeans.
So far, everything is so. My everyday clothes.
- Black turtleneck.
- Not a shirt, then.
- You are also slender, brown eyes.
-I still have a tail in place?!
- No.
I would never part with him.
- Your haircut is inaccurate, as if you have cut yourself.
Myself? Cut off the tail?
- I don’t know what happened, but I would not cut off my tail.
So why do we look like a new way in each other’s eyes? And why the old way for ourselves?
According to the recently introduced tradition, there is no answer to these questions.
- You were right. Only what does it give us? There are any considerations?
- Yes, but they need to be better comprehended.
-And something does not require comprehension?
- You have beautiful lips.
What is this? My heart was clogged faster?!
She needs something to answer.
- This is … thanks. And you … sexy collarbone ..
What am I carrying.
- You are a fool, you will not die.
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You never said

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- I think I understand. Everything is much more obvious than it might seem.
- I’m all in attention.
- It’s all about the past. In our past … but I will only say for myself.
- Do you want to know what I wanted before?
- Well, enlighten me.
- I … not a very talkative personality. Maybe once a long time and was such, but not lately. Recently, I have been almost always silent. Practically did not open the mouth. I did not talk to anyone, no one talked to me. It was as if I were not … as if I had died, but continued to be in this world in the form of a ghost.
- I powered her miserable existence in screaming silence.
- You never said what you wanted.
-I wanted to never talk to anyone … I wanted to talk to someone.
- You know, these are mutually exclusive allegations.
- I know. But they get along well in a person. After all, in mutual exclusion, all its essence is revealed. Think one thing, to wish for another. Do one. People are broken creatures that either recognize their defects, or before death, denying them.
- I admitted. And she wanted to get rid of them, to reduce the internal disagreements to nothing, to start a new life. I tried to escape from the old myself.
-So I ended up in this train “past.”.
- But it is so easy to leave from the past. It’s so easy to run away from the past. Our situation confirms this.
- Dead in a neighboring car – and there is a past gravitating me.
Now the dead is “past”. And we killed him ourselves?!
- He is strangled. I think this is just because I was silent. Was silent until she suffocated. She strangled herself with her own silence.
Maybe so, but this is only an interpretation of suffocation.
- And a ripped belly?
- I can not fully explain this, I believe that he symbolizes the death of the personality itself.
- If suffocation is a reason, then a torn belly is a consequence. So I suppose.
Due to silence, they died as personalities?! Nonsense! Without even talking to anyone, you can not stop being a person.
I doubt that she is completely right. But her conclusions sound logical.
- And as a second confirmation of the past that is not relevant to me – my body.
She looks at her hands.
- I’m not ready to go forward yet, not ready to let myself go. Still live the past and my fears. Therefore, I see myself the previous one, and you see me a new one, which has already taken a step into the future that was able to decide to sit in this train.
- Here. So I understand this situation.
- stuck with their past, afraid to accept the future, but deciding to strive for it ..
- You have exactly the same story, really?!
- No … partly.
- I would never have escaped from myself the previous one. I was pleased with my life. I did not want to conduct conversations with anyone. Did not want to spend words on stupid people. I always liked to be silent.
- I…
- Why then did you cut off your tail if you didn’t want to change?
- I did not cut him off! I couldn’t do it. Looks like something happened. Maybe I scorched my hair?!
She has nothing to answer.
-Maybe I agree that the dead man is our past, that he is suffocated because of silence, that the old appearance does not let us go … but does not agree with the premises. I know myself for sure and I have no internal disagreements.
- I’m not like you.
- If you … no, it doesn’t matter.
-Be that as it may, because of our past we are stuck in this train. She continues her movement, but will not arrive in place until we solve our problem. We will always go forward.
- And you are sure you want to arrive at the place?
It seems my question has brought her to confusion. She lowered her head.
- Not yet … but I’m sure that the one I see you have already decided. And I’m going to go forward with her to the end, no matter what.
- Well, then we need to figure out how to release our past.
- I have one idea.
- Yes, I also have.
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Do you want to hear my option

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- Do you want to hear my option? – Do you want to hear my option?
We uttered the same phrases with her at the same time.
- You say.
- I think we have to unhook the wagon with the corpse.
- I thought about it too. Fuck the first car!
All of the wagons are thirteen, one of them is extra. And this is a car with a dead man, with our past.
When the wagons remain twelve, everything will return to the normal direction. I hope so.
- Probably, it’s not so easy to unhook the car.
- We will not try, we will not find out.
- Then go ahead.
It’s time to put an end to this story.
- Frankly, you are a pretty nice interlocutor.
- Yes, and you too, although a fool.
Sweet compliment.
- Do you want to say goodbye to the dead man? Say something in the end?
- This is not necessary. We go further.
As you say.
- You know, I’m even a little glad. Not every day you find yourself in such unusual circumstances. We are like the heroes of a story.
- Exactly, I completely understand you.
Well.
-Let’s get up somehow … what do you see?
- Here, look. That lever. I think he is divorcing the wagons.
- Well, how.
It would be necessary to sit down somehow.
- You will insure me?
- If necessary.
Not very encouraging answer.
- I’m serious. Hold me firmly. Grasp me. Show me all your love.
- Not at all?!
- In general, I count on you.
- You need to raise it there and then turn it.
- It will be done.
-U-oh.
This sound. We succeeded.
- We did it!
- Ha! Goodbye the past. You had to leave you for a long time.
I can’t believe it, we really lifted the wagons. And he was already noticeably behind.
- Our goal has been achieved. Let’s go inside.
Yeah, now I see a turtleneck.
- And the jeans on me are others.
Hair. Exactly.
- Damn, my hair!
There really is no tail.
Somehow unusual … easy.
- But to draw up cars is for sure a crime. We are criminals with you now.
- The fool is completely?
- Yes, yes, a complete fool. So we will do it,?
- Don’t call me how you want. And don’t dare to draw into your games.
What’s wrong with her? Really … she forgot everything, as I had before. Crap.
She hurries to the opposite door. I scare her.
- What about this door. Open the same. Well!
She can’t open the door. They are not amenable to both sides. We are locked in the carriage.
It seemed that we got out, but everything is as always ..
- It’s you locked them?! Don’t come to me!
- Calm down, just calm down and let me explain everything.
B▮▮▮▮! It seems that everything is just beginning.
..

So the tie came to the end, in which the heroes released their past. Now they have to go through eleven trials related to communication, conversations, words. I, of course, would not invent trials. They need a more meticulous approach with them. It is advisable, of course, to smell all interesting social philosophy and psychology. And for this I have neither time nor desire. After each test, the heroes will unhook the car. After passing all the tests, they will return to the car with which it all began, to the extra car, which belongs to reality. In it they will return to the real world. Happy End.

Something like that. There are answers to all important questions in the eyeballs, except for the answer about the loss of memory. Memory loss is a cunning way to force asocial silents to speak with each other, to share information. They will lose memory further, as you understand, the amount of information will increase each time.

As for the name: I decided to choose as if the next creation of 5pb studios. and Nitro+.
On the one hand, the name can be understood: railways and various words.
On the other hand: the trajectories of a linguistic unit, different paths of one word.
Is there any meaning?! I didn’t think, but I like how it sounds.

I would also like to highlight the names of the parts. There are only seven of them. The first three belong to the girl, the second three – to the guy. The last name belongs to both of them.

Also, three phrases of the girl and three phrases of the guy are opposite in the meaning:
Just don’t tell me – what you say, I did not hear
Now I’m ready to speak – I didn’t think to say it out loud
You said so the last time – you never said
The last phrase refers to two heroes at once.

And the third feature with phrases in the names: the first two are taken from the last lines of the parts, the second two from the twelfth lines of the second sheet, the third two of the twelfth lines of the first sheet and the last phrase, but in fact there are two phrases, from the first line.

And the last stupid feature: each part wrote exactly two sheets in Word, only now he added the last dots in the topic.

Thank you for reading. Would not refuse opinions, thoughts, criticism, sensations and other similar.
Feel free to point out errors. Correction of these gradually improves my Russian language.