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I recently added one story that was abandoned for about a year. During this time, I was pretty much carried away by other things, but I was glad to return to prose again.

So that you understand my idea a little. My previous story “City of Rains” and this one is included in the series of stories “Lost Pages”. When you read, you will guess what this eyeliner did (I hope for it).

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Faceless temple

“The faceless temple again opened its destiny,
Where is man – God’s creature now.
And the angel seething revenge was sitting on the edge.
Said "goodbye!»Human sins and decided to fly away.

The center of the world find out first you.
But there is no forgiveness in this place.
And know that the temple is a place of pain, beauty
Soul. There is no salvation in this place.

And death here is a frequent guest offended by the decision of the judge,
And the raven at the grave made noise and din,
And know that the place of grief and revenge
All the same as a name – the Great Temple."

Fog everywhere. It was very difficult to continue the way. Demetrius was already wandering around this place for a long time. He walked at random, hoping to come at least somewhere, just to stop this endless journey.
At some point, Demetrius stops. Something seemed to him acquaintances. He looked around and saw a tall tree familiar to him, from the branches of which apples hang. Yes, he has passed past this tree many times.
Desperate, the traveler decided to sit down under him, relax and wait until the fog falls. He takes off his backpack and puts it on the ground. The backpack was big and accommodated a lot of things. Demetrius leaned on a tree, got comfortable, took out a notebook and pencil from his pocket and began to draw.
Demetrius was an artist. The most grandiose drawings were created in his hands on a regular sheet of paper. It seemed that he sold the soul to the demon for such a skill, but no, all this is nonsense. Demons do not exist, God, too, and his ability to draw was determined by many years of practice and a mountain of painted papers, where there were squiggles, an incomprehensible daub, and more or less good drawings.
Unfortunately, inspiration today decided not to give its forbidden fruit to our hero. After a couple of attempts to draw something worthwhile, Demetrius freaks out and throws a notebook, and the pencil breaks. By the way, the pencil looked very unusual: long, with a beautiful pattern in the form of branches, and at the other end there was a small metal bracket.
After a short breakdown, Demetrius sits for a couple of minutes and looks into the distance. Gray canvas. What he sees every time before applying a couple of strokes with a brush. After a little contemplation of the fog, he calms down and selects his notebook. Pencil he decides to throw away. There is no inspiration yet, it is better for him not to pick up one of the main instruments of the artist. After that, Demetrius again sits under a tree and starts to look into the distance again.
Fog. Gray fog. Images begin to appear in the artist’s head. Why does he need a pencil when you can start drawing directly in his head with the help of imagination? He begins to mentally draw lines and contours, then the first figures begin to fold from these lines, then from these figures he gets a sketch of the composition. Yes, something starts to work out. Mentally he begins to apply the first layers of colors. At some point, it seems to him that he had already done this, but not in his imagination, but in reality. He already painted it, but what?
Suddenly the sound of the bell was heard, but Demetrius does not pay attention to this ringing. He is completely passionate about mental drawing. Then the second ringing sounded. This time the traveler paid attention and shuddered. The sound came from the place where a couple of seconds ago in the artist’s head was an imaginary pattern. The ringing sounded the third time. Yes, it came from somewhere in front. Demetrius grabbed his backpack and went towards the sound source.
The guy walked barefoot on wet ground. The grass tickled his legs. Unfortunately, there was not enough money for shoes. All funds went to food, paints and canvases. Demetrius did not have at home either. He wandered around the world, stopping in small villages, where good people could shelter him. In gratitude, he left them a picture or portraits. There were still cases when the guy had to spend the night on the street. In such situations, he did not fall so often, but they were. Like there were moments when the artist was faced with a choice: buy paint or food for the last money. The choice always fell on the paint, because drawing – this was not only an ardent hobby of a guy, but also a way to make money.
Meanwhile, the ringing did not stop. Either it was a bell, or something that makes similar sounds.
Demetrius walked confidently, but the fog fully enveloped the body of the young man. This was something devilish. Step by step, the artist was approaching the source of sound, but he stumbled and fell to the ground. Wet land made itself felt. He got up, grabbed what fell out of his backpack, got up, wiped his face, hands, knees from the ground and looked around.
– Crap! In what direction I went? – cursed Demetrius.
Unfortunately, the ringing at that moment stopped. Alas, but the guy lost a landmark. Now he stands in the middle of the fog, as if he were at sea. He felt uneasy, because there was a suspicious silence in the air. No birds, no grasshoppers, not a single soul.
– And where am I now? – Demetrius cursed again.
The guy listened. He heard some steps. Yes, these were steps! Someone goes right to his left. A little later Demetrius heard more steps. This time they came to the right of the guy.
Steps grew into clatter. Something is clearly wrong here ..
Topot intensified. It seemed that someone surrounded him. It became scary. This hellish sound intensified, but because of the fog, nothing could be seen at all. Suddenly the hellish roar was heard from the sky. Something terrible published this wild and loud sound. At some point, Demetrius, who did not believe in God, thought that he was angry at him and shouted at the poor artist.
The roar stopped, but the clatter became even louder. Someone fled. Demetrius tensed. He was ready either to run, or enter into a fight. Suddenly and right in front of him came the sound of an explosion. From such a guy shuddered and fell on his stomach, hiding his arms. Demetrius could not even say anything. He was numb from what happened.
After a couple of seconds, a similar sound of the explosion was heard behind the hero. And then more, but already somewhere far away. And yet. It was some hell. However, in addition to the explosions, the young man was able to hear barely distinguishable cries. Horror fettered the guy. He tried to somehow crawl forward, although he was afraid that he would fall under this attack.
Gradually the stomp disappeared, and the sounds of the explosions also stopped. Demetrius looked forward and saw that in front of him the very place he was looking for – a faceless temple. He has already been here when he was 16 years old.
The guy got up and went there, but was still wary that terrible sounds could arise again.
While he was walking, the artist drew attention to the building: it was made in the form of the letter “T” and there were 3 floors. On the 3rd floor there was an open area where there was a bell, the ringing of which I heard recently. On the 3rd floor there were beautiful carved columns, as well as a site for observation. It was a favorite place for many artists, since from there a lovely view of the mountains and forests opened up that surrounded this place. The building itself was built of gray brick, the windows were stained glass, and the roof roof was reddish. What is surprising, all this was very elegantly combined. In addition to beautiful paintings at the entrance to the temple, which depicted virgins with Viola, young men with a brush and canvas, beautiful girls in long red dresses and elders with a pen in their hands, also were also yellow-red vines that enveloped the building entirely. White roses also grew in the columns.
Despite all the beauty of this place, the fog gave a touch of secrets and fear. There is no one, incomprehensible sound anomalies around the temple mixed with sinister silence. There used to be a lot of people, but where did he go now? What happened here?
Demetrius went around the building in a circle and stumbled upon a small courtyard, where the entrance to the temple was located. Here, in the courtyard, there was a statue of an angel. She used to look cleaner and was polished, which even shone, like a star in a night sky. Now the statue has no left hand, and wild white roses grew around the legs and neck. It looked creepy.
The guy decides to go inside the temple. There the picture was no better: the benches are lying here and there, things are scattered everywhere, tapes and paintings are torn, as well as kashpo and vases. From what I saw, Demetrius felt uneasy.
He went along a long hall, at the end of which there was a platform where there was a wooden department. In this place they read prayers and worshiped the god of art – Apolina. On holidays, the temple arranged special readings where poets and prose writers shared their work.
Demetrius went to the department. It was on it an old homemade book, where the cover was sewn from different pieces of skin. It even seems to the guy that this is the skin of not killed animals, but people.
Demetrius opens a book, and sees there lines that are beautifully intertwined with each other, creating a certain melody of life. It was the first pages that caused this wonderful feeling. But as the main character moves from one page to another, the feeling of beautiful is replaced by a feeling of terrible and, even, terrible. It seems that the one who belongs to this book has gone crazy.
The guy’s attention was attracted by several bookmarks in the book. He opened the necessary pages, and saw impressive drawings painted with a soft pencil. In addition, these drawings were the only ones in this book.
Among other things, there was a very interesting structure here: the usual page was divided into 2 more parts – to the upper and lower. It was on the left and on the right. It turned out as much as 4 pages. The upper part was dedicated to the drawing, but the lower one remained in question – this fragment was cruelly torn out of the book.
The first drawing struck the hero with his beauty. A stone building and a window was depicted where lightning got from the sky. The drawing of details was admired by Demetrius, he knew a lot about this. In the second drawing, a girl was depicted against the background of this temple. The drawing seemed familiar to the main character. He tried to recall at least something related to this pattern, but to no avail. In the third image, a theater was drawn, which was entirely covered by fire. The fourth image showed us a portrait of a man with a huge scar near the eye. Demetrius decided to look at him. Thin lips, half -open eyes, wrinkled forehead, barely noticeable smile and look, crazy look. It was a terrible gaze of a madman. The fifth image was depicted in details depicting a dead body turned inside out. A terrible sight. Fortunately, it was just a drawing that, in addition to visual information, could not convey anything else.
The sixth image attracted the particular attention of the guy. It was drawn on it, in the center of which the temple was drawn. There were some strange inscriptions along the contour of the circle. It was not Latin, Demetrius had the opportunity to see how this language looks on old books, what scientists were allowed to read to him. Strange squiggers scared the guy because they look mysterious and unfamiliar, but a person is afraid of everything that he does not know. This is his nature.
– I do not advise you to read it further. – the voice was heard behind Demetrius.
The traveler dropped the book to Earth with surprise. A slap echoed throughout the hall.
Demetrius turned and saw what made him pale. The hall, which a couple of minutes ago seemed empty and abandoned, was now filled with different people, and the mess that reigned here simply disappeared.
After a second shock, the guy finally drew attention to the man that he called him. He was an old man with gray hair and a gray long beard, dressed in an old hoodie, the lower part of which lay on the floor and rode when a mysterious stranger began to move.
– Demetrius, please tell me how you ended up here? – suddenly asked the gray -haired old man.
– I … purposefully looking for this place. I have already been here, but for a very long time. It was here that I was taught to draw. – answered Demetrius with a little stuttering.
“Hmm …” the elder thought. It could be understood by his face that he clearly did not expect some guests in this strange place.
– Why did you say not read this book further? – interrupted the thoughts of the old man Demetrius.
– A? Oh yes, the book. You see, it was written by dark forces and was created only in order to sow turmoil and fear.
– Fear?
– I think you should not know anything more about her, otherwise the same thing can happen to you as with him. -the elder, having agreed the phrase, pointed a finger at the other old man, whose face was pale, withered, and his eyes were deprived of some life.
– Who is this? – asked Demetrius.
– This is what can happen if you want to find out your future. – From the mouth of the old man it sounded very ominous.
– That is, this book says … the future? – the young man asked in surprise.
– Not really, but let’s better talk about something else. – the elder suddenly grabbed Demetrius neatly and led him past a lively crowd that was engaged in his business.
Someone posed for artists in a half-naked form, someone put their work on display, hoping that someone would buy them, someone was sculpting the sculpture right in front of his eyes, someone flirted with the ladies, telling them their poems. In general, a busy place, as well as when Demetrius was 16 years old.
– So … Why did you look for this place, my young friend? – asked the elder.
– Well, they always say about this place that it is the center of all creative people. Rich people always come here in order to spend their coins on the purchase of something tall, as well as the poor, who are looking for a way to enrich at the expense of their work. But when I came here, the temple was in an abandoned state.
– It only seemed to you, my friend. – the elder answered with a mysterious smile. – I agree with you that this temple is a real shrine of art. Here every creative person will be able to find a place for himself. But this is only one side of this place, and the bright side.
While the elder had a short pause, Demetrius caught his gaze for a steel bird that he saw in the window. She was some kind of clumsy and flew inaccurate. Then the steel bird disappeared behind a thick fog, and Demetrius thought about what was happening here.
“But you came here for a reason, my young friend. – the elder smiled mysteriously again. Demetrius began to worry, and droplets of sweat flowed across his face. – You came here to find the answer to the question worried about you, right? – the gray -haired old man looked at the young man, smiling.
– Answer? No, I came here because … – Suddenly Demetrius fell silent. He himself does not understand what brought him here, why he was looking for this place. His face frowned, which stood out among the whole cheerful crowd, which was engaged in everyday things in this place.
-It seems that you have forgotten something and cannot remember. – the elder answered mysteriously. -I need to show you something. Let’s follow me.
And the elder rushed through the crowd with a quick step. A few elderly people at this age can walk at such a speed.
Demetrius walked after him, but he drowned in the crowd. Here and there were people, and everyone pushed each other. But suddenly, in the middle of all this chaos, the guy saw a way out. White light fought from there. The traveler resolutely began to make his way through this porridge, but suddenly he heard the roar that was heard around. It rang in my ears, my head was spinning, but the rest of the people seemed to have not heard this noise. Moreover, no one even paid attention to the poor Demetrius. The feeling that this is just the fruit of the artist’s sick imagination.
The fog was now in the room. Demetrius fell to his knees and crawled towards the exit. Now he has become invisible, and people, no longer paying attention to the young man, just kick him with his feet, but he continued to crawl, despite the terrible pain.
And now, Demetrius at the exit. He walks into a bright light and … sees a beautiful lawn lit by the bright sun. A thick forest is visible in the distance, and next to it a beautiful apple garden. Fog that this temple was so maliciously surrounded, was now absent. Moreover, all of the devastation that surrounded this place simply evaporated. All these metamorphoses should have surprised the young man, but this did not happen. He was now worried about another question – why he ended up here?
The elder went to the apple garden, his hoodie was even visible from afar. Demetrius walked with a calm step, watching the divine beauty of this place. While he was walking, images from the past surfaced in his head: how he played Salki with other teenagers, how he stubbornly painted his first sketches, how he left this place because he was dazzled. But for what? Something appeared and immediately disappeared. He tried to remember, but did not work.
The young man for his thoughts did not even notice how he came to the destination. Near the detached tree, on which already ripened apples hung, there was an old man, and there was also a easel with a ready -made canvas next to him.
– You were looking for it, isn’t it? – again mysteriously sounded from the mouth of the old man’s word.
Demetrius went to the canvas and saw there a drawn girl that stood against the backdrop of this temple and smiled. Her eyes were brown and her hair was the colors of the sun. She was dressed in a beautiful velvet beige dress. In the guy’s chest at a frantic speed, his heart raised, there was a strange sensation in the lower abdomen. His head was spinning and Demetrius swayed.
– You loved her, so because? – the old man’s words seemed to cut the young man’s head.
“Yes …” Demetrius answered timidly and briefly.
– You came here for this, isn’t it?
– I don’t know.
– You know, you just can’t accept it.
– They … laughed at me. – Drops of tears fell from the young man. It hurt him to remember that.
– They envied you. – the elder answered calmly. – You got here to atone for her guilt in front. Well, you will have such an opportunity.
The elder put his hand in his big sleeve and took out a pencil from there, which was decorated with a beautiful pattern in the form of branches, and at the other end of it was a metal bracket.
– It was her gift, right? – Smiling mysteriously, said the gray -haired old man.
Demetrius looked at the old man, wiped his tears and modestly nodded.
The elder held out his hand with a pencil, and the young man took him. After that, the old man turned and stepped a little to the side, fixing his gaze at the temple. The blow of the wind affectionately robbed the young man, and he perked up. An apple that hung beautifully in a pair with another apple, fell to the ground and rolled to Demetrius. Near the tree itself, the guy found his backpack, where his belongings were. The young man took him and put an apple there, which so neatly fell near him. The elder, still looking at the temple, spoke in a more peppy voice than before:
– You know why this place is called a faceless temple? – Demetrius shook his head. The old man noticed this and continued. – Because all the creators from all over the world gathered in this place. Each person came here and offered something unique that could not be found anywhere. And this is good and remarkable, but when such people are gaining a hundred, or even a thousand, then you stop distinguishing each personality. It seems to you simple, mundane, faceless ..
And so, the elder finally turned to Demetrius, continuing his monologue:
– You asked me about that book. Yes, one poet wrote it that he could see the future. Alas, when you know the fate of everyone and everyone, sooner or later you become the blue to all this, and therefore it has become cold, cruel. Unfortunately, this affected this place. A once calm and beautiful place, this poet decided to settle here, but everyone found out about it. After all, everyone wanted to know their future, their fate. And now, one day it played an angry joke with everyone who sheltered this snake. – the elder blushed for a second. It was evident that he recalls it with anger. – So, once, one day, the fought out of hell came to their terrible iron animals. They were looking for him, but he was not here. He knew that they would come here and destroy this place, but did not warn us about it.
The elder suddenly approached the easel, took the picture and gave it to the young man.
– Well, that’s all, my friend, you found what you were looking for here, now you can leave. The temple lets you go. – with such mysterious words, the elder gives the picture to Demetrius and unfolds it in the other direction from the temple.
The guy jerked from that. He clearly did not like that he, like a doll, is turned as they want. He turned around in order to ask a bunch of questions to the old man, but he was not. The temple was again destroyed, and the bright sun shone in the sky, which gave this a special atmosphere of paintings by the Renaissance era.
Demetrius stood and came to his senses. He realized what kind of place was a faceless temple. After that, he once again looked at the picture that the elder gave him, and remembered how he painted her. She stood, posed for him. Then, when she approached him to see how the picture turned out, he kissed her on the cheek. This was seen by everyone who was nearby, and the guy. The girl tried to reassure Demetrius, grabbing his hand, but he pulled away and ran away.
And no longer came here, until that moment.
Demetrius took his backpack, put a picture there, fastened it, put on his shoulder and set off.
Meanwhile, the faceless temple again accepts guests. He lets go of someone, and he locked the eternal forever inside him.

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