Decided to participate in a literary contest of short stories about a bright future. Generally well done guys that organize such competitions, work on the preservation and development of the Communist ideal. Could not pass up. The result here is a short story called “Lecture”:
(philosophical-poetic literary Outlook)
It was the summer of the year 2098. Noon. Moscow. Just had a real natural rain. Not one that this morning I watered the street, and summer, mushroom, unpredictable. All around me were bright Windows of the houses, the puddles of the streets, the eyes of passers-by. From the asphalt up nice tight and stuffy a sweat. City residents have long been accustomed to the irrigation of rain, but always looking forward to such torrential, unpredictable and unexpected.
I must admit that they in fact differed little from each other, except for the irrigation rain it was possible to prepare in advance to take an umbrella, and I was suddenly hit by surprise, really wet and took off sandals or sandals, walk on the puddles. Began to emerge a new city tradition – the festivals massive rain puddles, and sociologists have noticed that they often occur after heavy and not irrigated rain. But now the streets of Moscow as if silent and waited.
Professor Watrin decided to leave the house early. Usually before the lectures he loved to walk in the forest, near the legendary building of Moscow state University. It was easier to think about the upcoming conversation with the students. Today he went out not half an hour, as usual, and a half. Had an unusual lecture. Today he will read a lecture to mankind. However, not all signals will be broadcast only on the socialist segment of the Earth, but this is not enough – still two thirds of the earth’s land. The Professor closed the front door of the apartment closer to the house flew poplar fluff, descended the stairs and entered the street.
“Today the news said the lecture will be available and capitalist segment, but there is no channel itranslate, as they say here, “panimalar”, there is only the outdated “Wi-Fi” Yes “Apple-mind-TV”. They are not specifically introduce our technology to the socialist block information flows and channels. Think, established the “iron curtain”… Naive. Truly, history repeats itself, but only in the form of a farce,” thought the Professor and smiled again appeared the old turn of phrase, coming from the shade of a cool front in sun-drenched courtyard Stalin-era seven-story courtyard. Fun in the yard the twittering sparrows, and behind them on “the fly” crowd chased the local boys.
Hello, uncle Victor! – shouted on-the-fly neighbor’s boy, made a turn, nearly falling off the “flying” (the bird was smarter and more agile), and stopped in front of the Professor.
– And you live , Egor! How’s school? Wrote the book?
Not yet, there is not much to dosochinil today, and tomorrow will record. To pass soon.
– Don’t want you to think about your flight of thought! said Mazarin, but he had already disappeared behind the oak tree in pursuit of the next Sparrow.
Not everyone gets such an honor to read a lecture to mankind. Had longer to wander, to think. The universal cycle of philosophical lectures introduced recently, and the task was hard, responsible, like everyone else. Professor Vitorino provided such an opportunity as the author of the recently published article in the journal “the Answers of philosophy”. The article was called “the Logic of the space age and prospects of mankind in the Universe” . After the enthusiasm of the discussion in Neonate, was a series of public philosophical conferences and debates, the time has come for this important lecture.
“What to tell the people? It is hardly necessary to summarize the article, and so most have already read. The first stage – the famous flight of Gagarin and the entire space of early socialism in the USSR. Second round is done now, in the era of Mature socialist revolution. Socialism is already more than half of the globe covered. Already on the way to the third round. And it’s clear he will start, when socialism would be finally world. This is clear. It is already known, no need to retell. Need to say something new. Maybe to say…“
But then the Professor came up to a crosswalk light turns red, for a moment stopping the flow of thought. In a minute the light turns green.
“… no, it’s too early. Still need to ponder, to weigh. What if I’m wrong? And, maybe, to talk about personal perceptions of the history of the world? That universal and holistically developed personality of our society needs and is able to perceive world history and the destiny of mankind as his own? What these people are becoming more. How it is useful for psychological health, so that there, just for health. Now a lot of talk about integration and the synthesis of spiritual and physical culture. And the axis of the spiritual culture is the history of mankind. And the one who perceives the destiny and history of our family as their personal, closely inscribed in the fabric of society itself. Probably not. It would sound too sensible. It is necessary not to talk about it, not to preach this, it has to grow in our lives from our entire upbringing and education. Here when they grow up, and then you can say. Not edifying, and joy. Not desirable, but about the fact. Then ever. It’s a little early. What is it about?”.
After the rain in the city, there was some echoing silence. It always happens when it’s pouring rain, flowing along the sidewalks of the noisy streams of water, and then abruptly it all calms down and formed some kind of sound emptiness. And now it was. Drove past, podzapravivshis just passed the rain, silent hydromobile, carefully stylized old Soviet trolleybuses. And from their movements, invisible and completely silent, as would seem to the reader of the twentieth and early twenty-first century, the city became even quieter. Such silence was favourable to meditation.
“And, maybe, to talk about communism. Although, who are these please… But here recently began to notice that the word itself somehow came to be used less, maybe the heat goes out for some reason… Yes, we are about socialism and communism like writing and the words themselves somehow avoid. Is this good or bad? It’s like a judge. In General it is clear why this is so. One thing that communism is a dream and the other when it starts to become ordinary and everyday life. People quickly get used to good. It’s like the air. When stuffy and suffocating – think about it all, and when fresh and easy to breathe, then forget about it. There is also another way to explain this to a retarded oblivion, theoretically, so to speak. After all, communism as opposed to capitalism was always going to pair up with him. Now this contrast by and large is overcome. Contradiction gradually disappears. Communism now becomes our earthly society. And they say that recently more and more “humanity”, “our company”, “earth society” and “communism” somehow forget. To get used steel, I guess. Is not it too early? Still capitalist segment of the Earth, Yes, shrinks, shrinks like a black hole. Yes, not far off the transition from Mature socialism to communism early, Yes, worldwide the point of no return to capitalist past is done, and the fact it is a criterion of maturity of socialism; yet a little while, just a little bit, as they say, and will go on to the third round of the spiral of the space age, socialism will become the world sooner or later, it’s a matter of time. Or maybe I’ll just escalate the atmosphere? On the other hand, it’s a fight… the Point of no return does not mean you have to put the paws, on the contrary, this is only the beginning of something new. And we have the beginning of the unknown. It is not so simple. We need to think again“.
The Professor crossed the road and joined the oak grove in front of the building of Moscow state University. He loved to wander through this Park, although the Park is not called. Ordinary Russian forest middle band. There’s the Avenue of Heraclitus, if you go further – get on the path of Lenin. He walked down the alley and thought. There was a clearing. And on it he saw schoolchildren. Now here were drawing lesson. Time before the lecture was still plenty, and Vasorin decided to go to class.
The pupils, about twenty girls and boys, scattered across the meadow, painted sky. Fortunately after the rain the sky was clear, clouds had floated and swam over the forest. The Professor walked past the guys and tried to peer into their drawings. One with the precision of a seasoned photographer copied them spread out over the sky, the other looks at the white sheet and trying to represent the sky.
Vasarina attention was drawn by a boy. From a distance his figure seemed somehow disturbing and dark. The Professor came closer and saw on the canvas rather strange landscape. Disturbing sunset sky, the sun sets behind the horizon, and the maroon-blackish sky has already appeared the first stars, some barely outlined shape, the other has been shining all star power. In the picture was felt throughout the process, it was not sunset, and the rolling of the Sun. “What is the dialectical figure. And stars some familiar and very strange.” Vasorin looked. “Five-pointed”. The Professor somehow alarmingly, nostalgically stabbed in the heart. She remembered the lines of the Soviet poet:
Even the stars blink in a dream
On green the sky the sea.
No one will knock us, not intimidate
The dark shadow wolf’s throw.
Their grins ridges and flat,
Generated by drowsiness.
We’re at the dawn strip
Fresh life will spolocnom forehead.
Due to clouds, fog,
Senasem on through the wind,
We live still very early
In the light, in dew, in the morning .
“But Aseeva sunrise, and then sunset. No matter happens… But why must it be sunset? This is a worrying thought inspired me. Maybe actually rise? They are at a glance indistinguishable. But in his drawing the stars light up, and at dawn, on the contrary, go off – but the Sun rises.So, there’s still the sunset?”
He came closer and spoke with the artist:
Good century! 
Good rain, not detracting from the illustration, replied the boy. He continued to draw the flaring star.
– You paint the sunset sky tonight?
– No, I draw the sky of tomorrow or the day after. In short, the sky of the future.
– Why five-pointed stars?
– And this is my constellation.
– What’s new? Haven’t seen these constellations. It’s a Swan or an eagle?
– This constellation of the USSR. I only top stars drew, now a little more – and will draw the lower part will get the boundary of the Soviet Union. Remember the map?
– Of course I do. Well, you and the dreamer. Draw not existing.
Well, there may not be existing.
– In what sense?
– I read recently an interesting article. “The logic of the space age” is called. ‘ve read, I guess.
– No, not a chance.
– Well, you, uncle, give, about half of the world speaks, and you – “didn’t happen”.
– And what is there?
– And there in the conclusions it is stated that “On the third turn of the spiral of our new era of humanity will shift from a predominantly knowledge mainly for the creation of space laws in the universe” . Here’s what I’m trying to imagine that we create something we will. I want to create a constellation of the USSR. And then maybe some new star to light. The star of Communism, for example. And what a shame emerges: the mountains, so lucky, they have a Peak of Communism there, and the stars somehow not so. If you do not open, so that you can share.
– ECA, you waved. Up to this far.
– Far, far away, and all of that and goes. The road, as they say, will master going.
– Yes. But why create, a whole constellation?
– The sky was beautiful, without thinking replied the boy, and then stopped, thought and added: “And to the memory of the USSR left such that you never forgot”.
“Never forgot. What can be forgotten? I don’t think so. Used to try to force to forget – and it didn’t work out. Maybe I can. If the boy is so afraid, then perhaps that can… We all think: that’s socialism, then communism, perfect and perfect people… wearing Rose-colored glasses yourself. People now different. Not ideal at all. Yes, something is changing fundamentally, but then really starts to… forget the Rest and forget… and after all, how many more revolutions will, unseen and unknown difficulties ahead. But no, they are too early to tell… Need more time to think”.
Half an hour later the Professor came into the building of Moscow state University. He knew what he would say. The audience was filled. Everyone stood up, welcoming the speaker. The hall has swept the echoes of an erection.
– Good goals! I would like to begin my lecture with this unexpected greeting. Maybe in two years will start not only a new century but a new Millennium… But I’d like to speak now not about the future but about the present.
In the hall there was silence.
Is the topic of my today’s lecture, “Socialism is a difficult present of mankind”.
“Live” and “live” is a vestige of prehistoric handling “Hello” and “Hello”. At a new stage of socialism of qualitative revolutionary leap of medicine, as a result of which everyone was provided the optimal condition, there is a form of greeting, in which the wish has become a statement. So a breakthrough in medicine has influenced the language. And sound “live” with “live” somehow warmer.
 Aseev N. “We are still very early…”
 in Addition to the usual greetings “Hello” and “Hello” in the language at the end of the 21 century began to appear new. Replaced the welcome wishes, “Good day” I started to wish “Good century”. People are tired of the 21st century, where there have been so many wars, where the world is not just standing before the threat of self-destruction, all waiting for the arrival of the new good century, a century without wars here and wished it to each other.
 V. Azorin. Ibid. Page. 28.
The original on the contest website here
P. S. the Story has not passed on competition, as it was rejected by the moderators for the following reason: “low artistic level. Namely, a completely incomprehensible plot and characters made of corrugated cardboard”. I, of course, confused, but upset and upset is not going to, because all the same very grateful to the organizers for indirectly encouraging people to take and write a story. Without this impulse there would be nothing. In the meantime, I offer readers of the blog to judge the artistic level and gofrokartonnoy)).