перед вами "Взгляд из Сумрака", глава 1. Перевод на английский язык.
What's it? Crying? Sigh? Barely audible, but alluring, fascinating. Comes obsessive thought that someone wants to see you, needs your help. The call is a law, it is not discussed. My will is subject only to this call, no one asks my opinion. I'm a Shadow, a creature from the dark. For someone nightmare, for someone-a good angel, the Keeper of dreams. I'm a creature from nowhere.
Someone believes that The earth has many parallel worlds, each of which can be found a double. But I, having passed through many universes, never met my reflection. Others of my wards, whose dream I am called to protect, think that their world is intertwined with the world of the dead, the world of spirits, and those sometimes break out of oblivion, return to the living. But this is not about me. The spirits remember their former life and those who have left know what they want.... I do not remember when I became aware of myself, my "I". When I realized that I have a mind, I can think, reason, and sometimes, going to the very border of darkness, become not only visible but also tangible. But I rarely do that. My mission-to control someone else's sleep, make it calm, giving strength and freshness. I am the Keeper of the dream, I'm Shadow.
The call is getting stronger. I'm beginning to understand that it's a woman. She is standing on the threshold of sleep, but can not go into it. Or do not want? Afraid of dreams? But why? Perhaps she has nightmares? But this should not be! Today is not the time!
I walk through the gloom as I approach it. Why do I get so anxious? I feel like a wolf being hunted: a corridor of red flags and there is no way to turn aside. I take another step and notice with surprise that the stranger feels my presence: she slowly gets up from the bed and goes to the window. Her thin silk shirt (and maybe it is evening dress?), which gently rustles at every step. She seemed to slip, her movements at one and the same time hard and soft. She's waiting, and I know it was her call that I heard. Me here waiting....
I'm doing another step from the shadows and feel how tense her back as a shudder shoulders. She sleeps. There's a woman on the bed, and she's standing in front of me by the window. She succeeded in the impossible – she stepped into the darkness, making my way easier. I am the Keeper of dreams and i need to protect her in this journey. And I slowly start to envelop her.
I don't want to scare a stranger and take the image that she so desired. My hands slowly, very SLOWLY, begin to caress her shoulders, neck, touch and stroke her hair. I can barely hear the wind blowing. How do I know about the wind? He's not in my world, is he? I must have come too close to the edge of the twilight too often.…
Her body begins to vibrate and sway – she heard the music that always accompanies me. This is lullaby. For everyone, it is different, and it dissipating with the onset of dawn.
I squeeze her shoulders harder and understand that events do not develop as they should: instead of helping her to go to sleep, I get out of my usual state, starting to feel not just a welcome way, but a man! My body is losing luminosity, starting to thicken. For a change of mind, sense of duty and purpose, start to Wake up, unfamiliar to me before the primitive instincts. My hands seem to live separately from me, and I start to listen to them: they have little to caress her shoulders. Barely noticeable movement, they help thin it along to preselected falling down. Now nothing prevents their flight, and they begin to slide on her chest, stomach, falling lower and lower.... All I can do is give them an order: "Don't rush! Don't scare!"I examine every cell of her skin, noticing that I become not just a man, but a male. Strange, frightening and, at the same time, very fascinating feeling. Her breathing gets choppy, she starts slipping out of my hands. But now I don't want that. I didn't cross the line to let her sleep so easily!
I want to see her eyes, and smoothly enveloping her body with caresses and tenderness, I turn her to me. I look through the wide open, inviting and frightening lakes into her soul: she is waiting, she wants me, it is ME, although she understands that in the morning there is little that will remember from this twilight adventure. I'll take care of that. I don't want to break her life, to, meeting passers-by, she carefully looked at their faces, hoping to see me. In her eyes, I see only one fear that a deep sleep will overcome her too quickly, and she will not have time to feel what and dived into the darkness. The eyes begin to blur.... Well, no! No sleep! ... A light shower, and again affection. I kiss her shoulders, her arms, her Breasts. I'm not in a hurry, although my hands are still ahead of me, learning all the secrets of her body. I enjoy seeing her burn with desire. I feel quite earthly feelings! It's strange, wonderful, I want to spread my wings, but then I will not keep it on this border, and it will disappear at a darker level of sleep. And I don't want that!
I'm just a dream Keeper, but I feel like God. In my hands, a weak woman, but how much strength and passion in her! I feel sorry for ordinary mortals, because they are almost not given to understand that, giving, you get a hundred times more than when you just take.
Caressing the body of a stranger who, unaware of what he was doing, pulled me out of the darkness, I realized how hard it is in her world. I know this world, the world of light and wind, emotions and passion, sadness and sorrow. A world where everyone is busy only with himself, and does not see others, but only uses them. I know all the nuances of this world, from me no one can hide his thoughts, because in a dream they are not protected. I am a dream Keeper, a twilight dweller, where there is no such passion, no pain, but no fire. She'd be more comfortable here. How I want to take her with me!
I was horrified to realize that she was not indifferent to me, and I don't want and are unable to part with it! I'm crazy! I think as a man,with all his ego! It's time for me to go, let her go into a deep sleep, where there is no place for dreams. She needs to rest and gain strength. You can not punish a stranger for her mistake, because she gave me the opportunity to experience what is not given to every person, and I'm not even a person, but only a SHADOW! Soon dawn. A woman is sleeping, and I keep looking at her, and I can not step into the twilight. And suddenly with the onset of night, she never calls me again? No! This is impossible! I saw her eyes! There was abyss! They were fire, passion, hunger and thirst! Such a thirst can not be quenched at once! And the feeling of hunger doesn't disappear completely in a jiffy! She'll call me again! I believe that simply can not be otherwise! Otherwise, I can not exist even in my, so familiar to me, the world!
I can hardly take a step in the direction of twilight. I'm just a dream Keeper, but I'm a MAN! I don't know if I have enough light time of day to come to myself and become a disembodied spirit again, because I have to guard the sleep of everyone, and whether I have enough strength with the onset of darkness, when I am called, again to accept touch ability. After all, it takes so much time, and the night is so short!..
I'm stepping back one more step. The body of a stranger immersed in a sound sleep. How beautiful she is! Welcome I resisted the urge to once again be close to her, and not to deprive her of sleep. No! No way!
I'm dissolving in the darkness, along with the rays of the nascent day. I do not know what I will do, I have no one to talk to, to consult, to share. Yes, it is not necessary, perhaps. I'll just wait for the Twilight, wait for the Call, HER call. And I will not tarry so much, exhausting her and myself with expectation. I will.... But all this. First we have to wait for the twilight and the Call.