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Purgatory - 2

Other works written by Russian science fiction writers for the inter-author cycle are their stories; Sergei Tarmashev is not a co-author of these novels and does not read them. The creator of “Purgatory” gave the writers complete freedom, allowing them to enter the world of the project, but he himself is responsible only for his own book.

So your dad says: you won’t spoil us! If there really was any danger, they would have killed everyone long ago! - Mother said cheerfully, but immediately changed her tone: - For some reason, Veronica from Khabarovsk is not picking up the phone. This is strange, not good. They have China nearby, remember how we went? Oh, there are immigrants everywhere now! In our yard they are the only ones visible - and what kind of hygiene do they have? Any epidemic can be found here, just look for it! Thirty people live in an apartment, they drink... Do you have fewer of them?

It seems smaller. - Lena shrugged, although her mother couldn’t see it, and looked out the window. On the playground, mothers and naughty children “grazed” peacefully on their heels. - It’s not a matter of hygiene, ma! This is an epidemic, maybe even a pandemic.

Pandemic is bird flu! - the mother confidently snapped. - But here everything is much more serious. There is an epidemic, and they say there are already thousands of victims, thousands! Why are they stalling with martial law? Immediately close the borders, expel all these people and sprinkle the roads with bleach or something else! Are you wearing a respirator?

I'm wearing it! - Lena lied. - And it’s good that you reminded me, Svetka and I agreed to go to the pharmacy. Pavel coughed something yesterday.

Call me in the evening! I forgot to tell you about France, I saw it on TV this morning, it’s very interesting and important! There…

Mom, bye! Sorry, I have to run!

Of course, Lena was worried about world news, she just couldn’t stand being late. Mom with early childhood frightened her with all sorts of infections that abound on the street, and Lena got used to washing her hands twenty times a day. When they talked about the dangers of the flu in winter, she was the first, without any hesitation, to put on a respirator and try to get Pashka to do the same. But he's stubborn! True, I’m not offended by my health, you tall fool. This is good... She was twenty-fifth year old, some of her school friends from Izmailovo were already pushing strollers around the parks with procreation, and, no matter how much her mother said that there was nowhere to rush, Lenka could not help but think about children. Already throwing on a denim jacket, she again glanced out the window. On the playground, the parents huddled together and chattered animatedly about something.

It’s all about the same thing,” Lena sighed. - It’s scary, of course, but how can a respirator help here? It's not the flu and it couldn't be any kind.

The pharmacy, as well as the post office and a small local store, were located in a separate building about a hundred meters from the entrance. Sveta, whom Lena met shortly after moving from Izmailovo to Strogino, was not yet visible, and the girl stood waiting. Chilly wrapped in a jacket - summer cold snaps are not uncommon in Moscow - Lena tried to imagine herself with a child and a stroller, who had lived here for more than a year or two. Then the neighbors will stop looking askance, then she will have a beautiful ring on her finger. Life without parents, in another area of ​​the city, was still unusual, and Lena wanted to quickly get used to it and make up her mind. But Pavel never started talking about the wedding. All that was needed was for the mother to start rushing, because there were already hints.

Hello! “Sveta the frozen girl even pulled a bologna hood over her head. - Did you listen to the news?

Yeah, on the phone. Something about France.

What about France! In Ukraine, they said, panic! Refugees are coming to us, thousands straight away - the roads were shown, continuous traffic jams for many kilometers!

“Oh, don’t scare me,” Lena asked.

book author. The author of the book of Exodus, as can be seen primarily from its contents, was Moses. So, after the victory over the Amalekites, he receives a command from the Lord to record this event: “write this in a book for memory” (). A similar command was given to Moses after the restoration of the covenant broken by Israel: “And the Lord said to Moses: write these words for yourself” (). Likewise, before the solemn conclusion of the covenant after the Sinai legislation, Moses, having recounted to the people all the words of the Lord and all the laws, “Moses wrote all the words of the Lord” (). About Moses, as the author of the book of Exodus, he also testifies in the famous words to the Sadducees: “about the dead, that they will rise, have you not read in the book of Moses, how God told him at the bush...”. (). The story of God's appearance to Moses at the bush is included in the book. Exodus, and this is, according to the Savior, the book of Moses. Of course, the expression “book of Moses” can mean: a book that speaks primarily about Moses or is called by the name of Moses. But such an understanding cannot take place, since in the book. Exodus Moses does not occupy the main place in the title of the book. his name is not mentioned among the Jews. The expression “book of Moses” has only one meaning: a book written by Moses (cf.). In contrast to this evidence, negative criticism rejects the Mosaic origin of the book of Exodus and splits its contents into several parts, attributing the origin of each of them to a different time. Thus, according to one of the representatives of the “record hypothesis” - Ewald, the oldest part of the Exodus is the song of Moses (); 100 years after Moses, someone wrote “the life of Moses”; V last years judges, the “book of the covenant” (ch.) appeared, in the age of Solomon the “book of beginnings”, embracing most of the contents of the book. Exodus; its final edition falls to the time of Jotham, a contemporary of the prophet Isaiah. Reiss (“the book of the covenant” dates back to the time of Jehoshaphat), Delitzsch (most of the Exodus appeared before the Babylonian captivity), and others hold approximately the same views. But the opinion about the different chronological origins of the contents of the book. The outcome has no basis for itself. The many details found in it undoubtedly indicate that the author of the book is a contemporary and eyewitness of the events described. So, the alleged book. The outcome of the state of Egypt is exactly the same as it appears according to the modern Egyptian monuments of the era of Moses, completely different from the later situation, at least, for example, in the age of Solomon. In particular, the mention of some Egyptian cities - Pliopolis, Ramesses, Pithos (I) and Etham (), without indicating their position, assumes familiarity with them to the reader and the author himself. Likewise, only an eyewitness to the events could provide such exact information about the time of their occurrence as a three-day journey through the Sur desert from the Black Sea to Mera (); arrival in the Sin desert on the 15th day of the second month after leaving Egypt (); giving manna the next day; camping at the foot of Sinai on the first day of the third month after the exodus from Egypt (); the appearance of the glory of God on the third day after Moses descended from Sinai (), etc. As a contemporary of the construction of the tabernacle in the desert, Moses notes that its wooden parts were made of shittim wood (Arabian acacia), but not from any other material , for example, oak or cedar, which would be appropriate in the mouth of a later writer - a resident of Palestine; mentions the “tahagi” leather, unknown to other Old Testament writers, from which one of the curtains of the tabernacle was made, etc. Finally, a remark preceding the presentation of some laws: “when the Lord your God brings you into the land of the Canaanites, Hittites, Amorites, Hivites” ( ; etc.; etc.) leaves no doubt that the book. Exodus was written in the desert, before the Jews entered Palestine.

Time and place of writing the book. As far as can be judged from the above passages of the book. Exodus (; ; ), it was not written at one time, but as Moses received various laws from God. The final edition of the book falls at the end of the forty-year wandering in the desert - during the stay of the Jews at the Jordan “The Children of Israel, says v. 35. Chapter 16, they ate manna for forty years, until they came to the inhabited land; They ate manna until they came to the borders of the land of Canaan.”

The purpose of writing the book. The immediate goal of writing the book. The outcome is to give the Jewish people and perpetuate in their memory religious, moral and civil laws (; etc.); the more distant one comes down to indicating the fulfillment of the promises given to the forefathers of the Jewish people ().

The period embraced by the book. Exodus, and division of its contents. The Book of Exodus covers the period of time from the beginning of the enslavement of the Jews in Egypt by Pharaoh, “who did not know Joseph” (), until the first month of the second year after their departure from Egypt (), i.e., more than 400 years (for the duration of the Jews’ stay in Egypt, see . in the explanation of Article 49, Chapter 12). Its content sets out the history of the people of Israel “from the moment when the Jews, under the pressure of the pharaohs, began to feel mutual solidarity, brought closer and closer together by a sense of common danger and the miracles that accompanied the exodus from the land of enslavement - to the giving of the law at Sinai, to the receipt of a full national life, concentrated near the main sanctuary - the tabernacle." Enclosed within this framework, the entire content of the book. The outcome can be divided into three parts.

Dmitry Rus

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Earth. Emergency message center Civil Defense. Forced activation of all devices for displaying and voicing information.

System tags: Urgent. A must watch. Delivery confirmation.

- Attention! This is NOT a drill! Due to external aggression of an unidentified enemy throughout the territory Russian Federation martial law is introduced! All military personnel - urgently return to their places of duty! Vacations, dismissals and business trips are canceled by order of the State Defense Committee! To all those liable for military service and subject to mobilization - expect a summons to your personal communicator! For the rest, pay attention to the curfew time, and immediately report to authorities any unusual activity, even the most incredible! Now listen to the appeal of the Homeland Defense Headquarters!

– Attention, AI “Levitan” is speaking! I am conveying an important government message! Citizens and citizens of Russia!..”

At the very heart of Super Nova, the Revival Sphere was slowly spinning. Its crystal walls vibrated silently, resonating in time with the curses I spewed out and the blows of my bloody fists.

The internal interface, overloaded with monitors, status and chat boxes, was suddenly blocked by a window for a high-priority message.

- Attention! Lolth longs to shelter your soul in her Halls. Accept the will of the goddess?

Without holding back, I growl furiously:

- Fuck the goddess!

– The desire of the God-fighter is stronger than the power of the Celestials... Resurrection in: 9...8...7...

The invulnerable material of the Sphere rang pitifully, became covered with a frosty pattern of small cracks and slowly yielded to the frantic onslaught of the One Walking along the Stairway to Heaven. At number “3,” the crystal sobbed pitifully and finally gave up, crumbling into thousands of melting fragments.

I roared like a bear escaped from its cage.

- Fool! Idiot! Who did you trust, who did you sign up as a friend?! This is what is happening on Earth now?! Inferno Breakthrough? Victory march of the legions of Hell?! Well fool...

Barrymore, who tried to greet the owner, scaredly shut up mid-sentence.

I was raging, continuing to destroy interior items and maim my fists on the monolith of the walls. Stone chips mixed with blood splashed in all directions, finishing off what my desire for destruction could not reach.

After a particularly sharp hook with an involuntary release of raw power, Barrymore could not restrain himself and gasped painfully.

It was like I was doused with cold water. I froze and looked around. The walls, disfigured by potholes, sparkled with hundreds of large crystals of the Tears of the Stone and the scarlet beads of my dried blood.

- Sorry, friend... I don’t know what I’m doing. I committed one stupidity - fatal and unlikely to be corrected...

“Nothing...” the Super-Nova guardian groaned with difficulty. - It happens to everyone…

I frowned.

- Barrymore, don't overact. I apologized, stop pretending to be dying.

– Actually, it really hurt. I don't know how you do it, but now I'd rather deal with a hundred enraged ogres than with one High Priest out of his mind. peace of mind.

“Beat your own people so that strangers will be afraid...” I muttered, assessing the injuries I had inflicted on myself.

My hands always suffer, they are covered in scars and broken bones, like those of a suicidal recidivist.

My health has dropped by two-thirds. Considering the total number of hits, I’ll get tired of recovering with beakers, and minor injuries are worth treating.

He took the scroll of “Great Healing” from the bandoleer on his belt and broke the seal. Minus ninety gold. It’s a small thing, but the hamster looks unkindly, adding unnecessary expenses to the column and pointedly circling the total balance.

I know, I know everything... Calm down, cheeky one. A virtual war is not only fun and loot, but also considerable expenses. This is where you screw up the accounting, and there’s no point in me baring my gold teeth here...

The door to the apartment suddenly burst open, and members of the inner circle of security rushed into the room. Above the heads of the fierce girls, the posthumous debuff marker turned purple.

Didn't understand? Did the Drow merge in the process of finishing off the remnants of the Silver Legion or did they commit mass hara-kiri, wanting to get close to the protected person as soon as possible? Virtuality demanded that you give up immediate revenge - what if, while you are slaughtering the overlord’s killers, he himself is already being let loose again at the point of resurrection?

Judging by the way the girls unanimously sheathed the black family sais, a group suicide took place. However, they can be understood. There is no greater shame for a bodyguard than outliving the protected person. The meaning of existence has been lost, it’s time for a new round of rebirth. One problem is that in the conditions of digitization of avatars, their code of honor is lame in logic on both legs.

I cast a careful glance at Lizka - what caused the spontaneous kiss before the grenade detonation? Did the drow female’s predatory instincts kick in, did the body’s mechanical memory kick in, or did the memories return in full?

Judging by her slightly guilty look, Lizka perceived what happened as a disciplinary offense, nothing more. Brought up in the values ​​of a tough matriarchy, boiling with an adrenaline cocktail seconds before death, she could not deny herself the pleasure of sinking her lips into the man she liked. Oh well…

He made a stern face and casually waved it off:

- Everything is fine with me! At the places of duty - ma-a-arsh all around!

The girls turned around randomly, slightly jostled in the doorway - narrow shoulders and wasp waists easily passed through, but their round seductive butts created an unusually cute jam.

He shook his head, pushing the alpha's reflexes into the background. He looked away, stared out the open window and thought about the matter at hand. How to prioritize? What is important and what is urgent? What is necessary and what is obligatory?

The logic of events dictated one thing, personal preferences another. In the avalanche of today's events, I suddenly clearly understood one frightening fact. I was lost in my status! Thousands of subordinates, tens of thousands of allies and an order of magnitude more enemies sculpted me into something in tune with their thoughts.

The phenomenon of the Fallen... What Pashka was so afraid of now directly affected me. The all-knowing and unquestioning children of the Creator consider me merciless - and now I am chopping pliable flesh with adamant, spreading terror and killing immortals.

Opponents are looking for excuses for their defeats and whispering horror stories about Dark Rituals with my participation - and Darkness responds more and more willingly to the call, filling the aura with raw power and threatening to dissolve the presumptuous little man within itself. After all, there is no longer a game around! Darkness, even with snow-white sparks, is real, true! And in it - vague shadows glide, divine temptations flicker, the crowns of Sovereigns and kings sparkle...

I don't know how to deal with this. Change the layers of reality, invent cleansing rituals, or maintain reputation-whitening PR departments?

What to do, what to grab onto? At your feet lie half-empty castles, sweet locations and incredible splashes of reality breaks. Come and get it! With all this, even the interests of the clan, Alliance and cluster do not always lie on the same plane. Where the clan leader shouts: “Grab it!”, the Head of the Alliance will prefer to tie an ally with a generous gift, and the potential dictator of the cluster will only curl his lips contemptuously.

Sighing, I resolutely slammed the virtual diary shut. He incredulously admired the newly acquired ability: “Portal to the Alpha zone.” He carefully touched the spell icon and re-read the tooltip that popped up.

Hmmm, such a treasure cannot belong to one person. Its value is higher than the miserable life of a reasonable person and even a whole sea of ​​​​salty children's tears.