© Райса Каримбаева, 2020

ISBN 978-5-0051-4814-8

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Forced travel. Southern orion

Rаisa Karimbaeva

Georges walked along the corridor lazily moving his legs, and was always chewing something. He always ate and even when he was nervous or happy. It was more of a habit, so another bad habit… And this time he stuffed a huge sandwich in his mouth and almost choked on it when he saw something. “Something” similar to a huge, almost human-sized spider swiftly approached him, moving quickly on six shaggy, yellow paws with black stripes. On the back was a bold black cross. Such spiders, as far as Georges remembered from school textbooks, are very dangerous.

“Ah-ah-ah! “” He shouted in horror, backing away, hitting something, he fell and so on all fours tried to crawl in the opposite direction. His mind refused to understand what was happening, his heart was ready to burst out of his cramped chest into freedom, it was pounding so wildly, his eyes crawled out of their sockets. The spider approached almost tight and Georges, feeling the wall behind his back and realizing that there was nowhere to run further, he was ready to worse, but when the spider licked his face, he suddenly lost consciousness. The spider did not understand why its owner was screaming so heart-rendingly and sad. Whimpering a little, he walked away. It was a dog. Some of the jokers dressed him up in a spider costume and in this form sent him for a walk around the vastness of the ship. Besides, it was All Saints Day. How could Georges forget about it? However, he has not celebrated any holidays for a long time, it just so happened. When Georges regained consciousness, a crowd gathered around and everyone smiled at him so sweetly.

– Happy All Saints Day! – they shouted – Happy All Saints Day!

– Yes, yes… Thank you, I barely squeezed out of myself Georges- And you, too, on the holiday… They helped him to get up and he was still staggering, like a drunken man, trudged to his cabin, but suddenly turned in a completely different direction, not there where his cabin was.

The dog ran after him, still dragging the stupid masquerade with him.

Aydar was reciting namaz when Georges entered the cabin:

“I don’t understand, these holidays!” He grumbled, slamming the door behind him. He was still under the influence of what was happening and could not calm down. – Stupid jokes! I don’t understand them.. – he spoke to himself, because the interlocutor did not answer him and, as if he didn’t even listen, but that didn’t stop Georges from talking further and didn’t bother him at all. – he praised Aydar-No Khaleduels and nothing! Everything. I decided! You know, I will definitely accept Islam. And then these Khaleduela are leading me to the grave … – he said this seriously and without any jokes, and it was all the more absurd to hear it from him. However, he said this in a fit of rage, when he flared up a little and did not control his emotions. From what he said to himself, his mood rose, he even smiled and was pleased with himself and left the cabin. Aydar was still reciting namaz.

In Islam, there really are no such holidays, there is nothing that could frighten people with a masquerade. everything