the Tenth of July This story was told by a friend who brought me the cat Cat gave it to an old friend — the cat lived with this friend for a long time, but for some reason, the friend was no longer able to keep it at home So the animal was required to be somewhere to attach to me at the time was both the desire and the opportunity to take a cat So the cat is quite elderly, but still strong and proud, the handsome moved in with me A familiar, pensive and confused, told the story He was sitting in the kitchen, fiddle with the pot-bellied Cup of cooling tea, stroking, sitting on the table the cat and tried to talk to Said he is muddled, confused, fantasized, remembered some irrelevant scenes were repeated, and faltered, but drunk it does not look I will give his story in some treatment and first-person —– Some time ago my friend, Cyril (name changed) was a trouble — lost wife had come to him out of the city, where they rented a small house for the summer, but never got them to this point delineated relationship problems, so they are not particularly called, spoke dryly, only as necessary and not she promised to come on Friday evening, the eighth of July, and could on the weekends But, come to find out on Saturday, the ninth, about the middle of the day — all went well on Friday after work to Her on some occasion called mother, and my cell phone was unavailable, the Mother became agitated, began to call his son — in-law and he did not know did Not come! Cyril, in General, a brake, in such cases, understands quickly the Police starts looking for adults only three days after the statement and the account can go for minutes Since his wife disappeared it took almost a day In total, and everything looked very bad So he’s turned them whom they could and someone gave him some special contacts of entrepreneurs — who, like any can find very quickly but they do not work very formally and take expensive Kirill, of course, paid what and How much I had to give — not told, but I of course, with questions not climb But it was evident that really expensive, However very worth it — wife was found, alive and unharmed After yet another quarrel with her husband, she harbored resentment and instead go to him, rushed to the office party, then a friend And my cell phone she’s either dead, or simply did not take there is, In General, all ended well — the owners and brought her to her husband on Sunday, the tenth of July, safe and sound happy ending But then the strangeness began was Cyril to notice that his wife which is not such Like, the same person, the same — who else? And that’s not quite a Bit different looks, habits have changed — not so essential, but quite clearly — and so on as If not his wife then returned, and her twin sister: very similar, but not her vocabulary has changed, and tastes, and the nature of the Interests, again, other, No, nothing quite so dramatic is great — but still not the same Not the person, not the same I Must say, comrade I know its long and well the Other I would and wouldn’t listen, he don’t me me similar horror stories to present to Cyril believe, Therefore, came to him at once — especially, long time no see All, actually, cat, handsome cat became the wife of Cyril to throw And one is not surprised, just asked to my friend, the cat finally gave up as her long promised Than Cyril once again surprised — didn’t remember it, to cat wife fighting with, And his promise to give the cat too, I know what you’re thinking About those private detectives that in the nineties a stolen car returned, Yes? Well, go to such an Agency, there are all signs of the missing machine exhaustively record And then bring you the same result in the match detail And the help from the traffic police, traffic police then, complete But, of course, that’s not your car, not missing The same stealing — just so, under your personal order Plus a refinement to the description coincided precisely, Quickly and right, although expensive But still cheaper than another to buy A agreed — stolen something return really no chance it has long been under other rooms travels or on spare parts disassembled Cyril, as I understand it, thought the same Here and was sad Yes, what can you do? Nothing But what I wonder Who gave him the contacts of those privateers that his wife found he couldn’t remember — not before it; and could not figure out But the actual contacts he survived So when he really pushed, he called the Agency again and then came back again There dry cleaning was, sitting in this room for four years And a detective Agency with the same or similar name does not exist, it does not appear anywhere His friend for a long time and I know well And remember well, as he and his wife were fighting about a cat that spouse Cyril didn’t recognize and attacked her at every opportunity, Cyril the cat is very loved, but in the end, really had promised his wife somewhere to attach Well remember the building where dry cleaning will Not speak for the Agency, but the dry cleaning there, indeed, is not the first year Cyril never drank, was always hard-nosed teetotaler And suddenly became addicted to the dry red, almost a bottle a day Maybe due to stress from neponyatok with his wife; it would be the most natural explanation But it is really good in these wines, he began to understand, a similar experience a couple of months will not gain Your yard, again, Cyril doesn’t recognize Says, there was no tree by the roadside — a tree that thirty years at least, there is always grew Well, and the wife of Cyril’m sure that Sunday, the tenth of July this year, visited my husband myself No it didn’t take and never drove Though, indeed, with the cell phone she that day had problems, no One could get through, that’s all, and got scared But no abnormalities in the wife of his friend, I did not notice — which was, and remained, like Looks and speaks, as always In General, I think the Agency really exists but works otherwise like the guys that “returned” stolen car You just move to a place where all is well, everything went Where no misfortune has not happened Here and it seems that everything is a bit different — it’s really different, though very similar to Me only two points strain, if you believe that first, if the world, where you travel, there is — what happens to those of you who have already been in this world? It is also somewhere to send, or it just dies? But if such a world does not exist, if it is specially made for the client — then who are we all? Do only extras with the fictitious memory, more or less accurately recreated under the request of Cyril of another reality — that of Cyril, did not want to live in the Universe where I lost the most precious person?
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