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Hi there! Thats my first post on steemit. My mother language is russian, but on this post i try translate my short stories on english. Sorry me english not so good and may be posting photos will be right way for me on steemit. Anyway i believe that you understand what i mean and what i want say with this story.

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  Sergey Ivanovich died. All forgotten, in an empty one-room Moscow apartment. Sour pea soup on the stove, the smile on the old 60-year-old lips and a dried puddle of urine, took the outline of the owl is his last joke.
  Just a week ago he was almost happy to have paid the mortgage for a miserable 40 square metres of concrete. But hell passed, the long-awaited liberation from monetary slavery did not bring him happiness. Life was lived, the family he never started, children also were not. In his Spartan life was not even a cat. But one day he bought an aquarium and ran to the fish. Sergey Ivanovich gave her the name “Lelik”. In the evenings he wrote the book and watched in a fishbowl floats a small catfish. Sometimes, the aquarium had to be washed as it was covered with a thin green layer of algae. In these moments, Sergei Ivanovich took Lelik for a spotted abdomen and transplanted into the tub. Lelik when it was making a funny crack, and he felt the warm belly of a fish and silly smiled. It was a Union of two beings, anyway, so it seemed to Sergei Ivanovich. And yesterday, the inevitable happened, the time allotted to Lelik was exhausted. He swam up spotted belly, his eyes were dull and steel glass. The life of Sergei Ivanovich was complicated and tempered it too much, so, found Lelik it with a sad smile said that fish tail points exactly to the North-West. A slightly trembling hand pulled the body of a Lelik from the aquarium and decided to bury it in the old sea custom.
   Rapid stream whirled the little catfish, and took away in the unknown abyss, followed by the sound entering the water in a cistern. All the more it was nothing for the only creature that depended on him and could not live in this world is gone to another dimension, and Sergei dare.
   Roughly crumpled piles of scribbled ink pen sheets, and stuffed them down the toilet sent followed by Lelik. Then put your old grey pant suit, took a good luck several bottles of pills. Sergei sat on a chair in the middle of the room, mixed in the palm of pills and began to eat. Ate greedily, hungrily, like an old elk eating the fly agaric during the rut.
  First, before the eyes began to slowly fly the comet, then the room began to fade, and he failed and felt that drops. Before my eyes ran a life slide on the slide, running like symbols on a slot machine with three sevens and cherries. Here he is again the boy in the garage, the grandfather repairs the car, and he plays. He closed his eyes and is like a blind man, as if it's not a garage, and the dark cave, the foot goes down and he falls in a pit, designed for maintenance work. Open palm clapping on the concrete floor of the pit and Sergei Ivanovich opened his eyes to see himself, or rather his sitting on the chair body.
  If not for the flood that occurred due to congestion, which made it soggy in the shitter sheets - Sergei Ivanovich could be a long time to miss. The door easily gave in and slowly opened. The apartment included a moustached mechanic, accompanied by a policeman and elderly neighbors. Seeing the motionless body of Sergey Ivanovich, a police officer swore that a neighbor disgusting screamed and began willfully to lament. Sergei Ivanovich felt nothing like the second time he paid off the mortgage. The screech of a neighbor its a bit amused, he began to laugh, but somehow never heard his laugh. At this moment, in place of the navel a silver thread and pulled sharply upwards, carrying the spirit of Sergei Ivanovich up. Snake head, a thin, flexible neck connected to the human body, two legs and hands. Fingers covered in black shiny scales tapped the table, beating a strange rhythm.
  Prisoner number 42ER45450912, once again you had the audacity to escape from your specific camera. This happens not for the first time. Remember, you have to sit for another 1,000 years. Do you think that “Earth” is the worst prison for souls in the galaxy? Wrong, Betelgeuse is a great place, life span 500 years there, and believe me, your suffering on Earth will seem florets, as it doesn't block the memory before settling in bicamera!
  Sergei Ivanovich was sitting in a white chair, his spirit has not yet lost the habit of bikaneri, like an old uncut nail, zagnuvsheysya under the toe of the Shoe. He hopelessly looked at the snake guards, who kept their morals.
  - You know No. 42ER45450912 that your duty to the galactic company is already 60000000 cryptodev. It's less than 4000 thousand years ago! You should be grateful that we have implemented a mortgage program, the proceeds of which go to pay off your galactic credit. What the hell are you again married and not have kids, part of their referral credits would repay your debt! With your silence you make me nervous!
  Snake stuck his forked tongue and lisping hiss. The door behind Sergei Petrovich opened and in came the two snake guards. - To import a prisoner in new bicamera now! Don't forget to block the memory! And yet, tell the Department of religion that they vehemently preach the sanctity of life and the sin of suicide. We need workers with a high life expectancy, because bicamera pays for itself in only 30 years!
   The dark, monotonous sound. Knock-knock-knock. Wet and warm. Sergey Ivanovich slowly moving forward. Suddenly he sees a light and two hands firmly grasping it. Sergei Ivanovich's little and pink. A huge hand slaps him on the rump, and he starts crying but not from pain. Soon he'll forget.

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Thanks are lot for reading. Some perfect music instead "The End" picture.