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Atrium Kursk a-temple «Fashion»
Shopping centre atrium the Kursk .
Evening. Friday. I stand in expectation of the friend about the central input. The people, scurrying about around, amaze mnogolichiem. In the people there is an opinion, that people as a matter of fact are identical. Probably, it takes place to be in small cities, but here, on crossing «feshen glamura» and a pleasant smell, all works on underlining that individuality.
Bright illumination and colourful show-windows of the shopping centre, invisible hands suffice us for threads of consumer insatiability and suggest to taste a portion of the next fruit. And we, as obedient servants of our requirements, spend all and we spend the savings for all possible blessings of a civilisation ….
The friend was late minutes for twenty, and I needed to do nothing how to wait for its occurrence. With a cup of fragrant coffee I have taken seat in cafe on the ground floor at a fountain and with interest observed of associates. The pianist nearby played, and wonderful sounds of music mentioned positive notes of my mood.
Strange metamorphoses began to occur to my consciousness: I began to observe in more details of people, on the one hand, they were all different growth, a constitution and age, and also different clothes and different movements. But, with another , something in all "IT" was the general! Something connected them … But here that - I could not catch in any way.
Near to me there was a cash dispense. The man of years of fifty with a kind «assured mena» received the decent sum of a cash. Nearby as though accidentally there is a charming lady, it approaches elegantly so, that the man forgets where it was going to. Here the girl has any hitch to its credit card in this connection it cannot receive the money.
- Misunderstanding any is simple! - she exclaims.
In eyes at it it is written HELP … «the Defenceless lady» takes surrounding with a view in search of the help and as though accidentally addresses to our "hero".
That already understands, that the help to it will manage around 300 c.u., but in the long term for it «pleasant evening» is expected. They speak about something pair of minutes and leave together.
Here such here symbiosis.
On other party of a hall there was a group of young Caucasians, they for some reason like the given place and always are going to groups. (Conclusion: they, likely, are afraid of someone?...)
Loudly communicating among themselves, in Russian on the "tarabarskom" language, they strongly swing hands, drawing of attention of associates. All on one person and with identical hairdresses, from under which characteristic noses stick out.
They have been dressed absolutely ordinary, but here how they conducted themselves, it was amusing. There was such sensation, that TTS belongs on less measure to them.
Movement, life, power soared in centre air. If somewhere nearby there was a bear in hibernation he necessarily would wake up.
The magic "Atriuma" began from the central input. As soon as people stepped through a threshold, they to a paste changed: women became more sexual and attractive, at them, likely, worked a reflex, which was responsible for to show to associates "delights" (by the way, "charm" could be not only body parts, but also a fur coat, an ornament and even footwear …).
Men too have been subject to given "reflex": gait became wider and sedate, a sight as at the agent 007 (probably, all is in advance rehearsed before a mirror for such a case). The cash in a pocket virtually increased ten times, that gave feeling of own importance, and parked «the old foreign car» turned - to the car class business.
Here such metamorphoses.
Such sensation was created, that everyone being here considers itself(himself) as "the Universe centre».
But if all "centre"? That that then all of them together …?
Coffee have been drunk and it was necessary to reserve one more. It was pleasant to feel burning bitterish taste. Conveniently having collapsed in an armchair, I enjoyed all event round myself. Noise of voices and knock of heels stood a monotonous rumble on all centre. People bought, ate, cinemas looked, communicated among themselves. One left, others there and then took their places, and this process proceeds until protection will not close a door.
Unexpectedly I had such sensation, that I am in a temple. Yes, in the "Consumer" temple. All this building and all these people are intended for one purpose "to consume and spend" - here such here continuous process where the engine is our irrepressible thirst of pleasures, and by fuel - consumer customs by which all parties of our life to the basis are impregnated. And grey cardinals of these relations are «the Comfort and the Fashion».
The second cup of coffee has come to an end, and at last my late friend has approached to me. Having looked at it, I it also did not recognise at once: he has been dressed by last word of "technics", such sensation, that to it selected clothes from a cover of modern magazine.
- Druzhishche, yes on you of thousand clothes on two c.u.?! – I have noticed.
- On two five hundred, – it is proud he has specified.
I have even more attentively looked on the parties and upon me have dawned! I have begun to see clearly!!! To me it became clear, that the general between people who are here - all wished to be allocated from sheathe weights, to underline the uniqueness and to lift the status. It was shown in all: in movements, smells, a manner of behaviour and clothes.
But if all around try to be allocated and spend for it all energy, in what then your uniqueness?... If you behave as all??? Especially, if it concerns external attributes.
«The soul is that place to which presently pay attention in the latest turn, and psychology miracles allow us to mask well», - I up have summed the conclusions.
Having paid off under the bill, we have joined a lump and have left on an occasion of the «consumer nenasytnostej» ….vybiraja fruits varieties offered us …
P.S. Given "creation" has been written under the influence of oxygen starvation …))))
atrium the Kursk
C respect
Alexey Belkov.
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