Писатель Илья Розенфельд

Memoirs of the Unborn. Country Eighth story This country hardly differed from others. A country, like any other. People, like people. Cities, like cities. Fields, rivers... In the historical museum, the entire history of the country was preserved, and anyone interested could familiarize themselves with it. For example, this country owes its birth to some explorer who stepped on its land many years ago. Later, it was named after that very discoverer. They say he discovered many countries. And all are named after him. It turned out he had many names, so each of the countries he discovered was named after one of them.   The climate in this country was tolerable, the lands fertile. The people were simple and hardworking. Surprisingly, politicians were prudent. Wars and disasters avoided it.   It was ruled, neither shaky nor wobbly, by a king.   He was neither short nor tall. Of average height and build. In his decisions, he relied on ministers and advisers. And tw...

Memoirs of the Unborn. Planet Seventh story Our planet was a decent project. As it is known, "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth." This is what we are going to talk about here, about Earth.   The story continued like this: "And God said, 'Let the water under the sky be gathered to one place, and let dry ground appear.' And it was so. [And the water under the sky gathered to its places, and the dry ground appeared.] And God called the dry ground 'land,' and the gathered waters he called 'seas.' And God saw that it was good."   To avoid quoting the entire Old Testament story of the creation of the Earth, let's note that the process of its creation was long and challenging. At times, tired, the Creator, fixing imperfections, filled it with all sorts of things until it was time for Man. That's when everything started!   And as soon as it started, our Planet - Earth - began to change. Following Man.   At ...

Memoirs of the Unborn. Family Sixth story We are a wonderful family. Everyone around us thinks so: neighbors, friends, the tram conductor, the cinema cashier, the ice cream seller, acquaintances, colleagues, and even the cat that has been living happily with us for four years now.   On Father's Day, we give Dad gifts, and on Mother's Day, we give Mom flowers. On New Year's, we exchange gifts with each other, turning family birthdays into a cheerful celebration.   Everything is fine with us. This is what everyone who knows us thinks. After all, we always take care of others, without neglecting ourselves. We always have an abundance of everything - attention, positive emotions, food, books, toys, ideas. We often come up with something new, write poetry, draw pictures, win in competitions and contests.   We are an excellent family - both literally and figuratively. We are the best! Some envy us a little, but mostly, it's a benign envy.   We live harmon...

Memoirs of the Unborn. City Fifth story Even in darkness, there is hope for a new dawn This thought was picked up by city-building enthusiasts who had long been tired of sitting idle. This idea appealed to the residents of the settlement, which long ago was supposed to become a city, but for some, the hands never reached that point.   Most delighted with this news was the future mayor of the future city - the current head of the village council.   Well, if the lower class wants it and the upper class can make it happen, it's just a matter of time.   So, it all began.   So, the city began.   Everyone was curious about where the new shopping center, central park, stadium, planetarium, and cinema would be located, and what it would all look like.   To encourage future city dwellers, the future mayor of the future city announced a competition in which every resident of the settlement could propose their project - their vision of the main...

Memoirs of the Unborn. God Fourth story Throughout the history of humanity, many have been involved in the birth, annihilation, denial of existence, and killing of God.   It was fashionable and prestigious in all times, in any society.   People invented God, and they either took Him out of the game or simply killed Him. Physically and spiritually.   The most interesting aspect of this chain of births, denials, and deaths is what no one ever thought about: could God have been born dead or not born at all?   Scientists did not ponder over this question; it did not receive attention in literature—both in poetry and prose; reflections on this did not take physical forms in sculptures, songs were not dedicated to it, and it was not depicted on canvases.   No one simply thought about it. And how to think about the flip side of the coin when everywhere, all around, you find confirmations of God's Existence, Dismissal from Service, and Death!   But absolutely nowhe...

Memoirs of the Unborn. Twins Third story We are very much alike, and not just because we were born on the same day, at the same hour, with a one-minute difference. We are not just twins. We have absolutely no external differences. Even our mom could never tell us apart. That's how we grew up. Even when we turned one and started walking, no one could distinguish us: as if, without realizing it, as if conspiring, we would switch places, rolling from one end of the bed to the other. And then confusion would begin. Sometimes it led to very unpleasant situations, where one of us was fed twice, and the other remained hungry, until the wail of the deprived pierced the entire house, waking up everyone nearby at that moment. Over time, we enjoyed this game. We already knew that we wouldn't go hungry, and so, with a mischievous sparkle in our eyes, we would exchange colorful ribbons. And when the ribbon time passed, and we went to school, they tried to distinguish us by our hea...

Second story Even in kindergarten, I showed great promise, smoothly purring all the popular hits of that time. Despite not knowing any foreign languages, I pronounced the words of European chart-toppers precisely in tune with the melody. I possessed perfect pitch and a rare voice.   During holidays, especially on Christmas and New Year's Eve, as was customary, my parents would put me on a stool in a bar, and I sang for the adults. I imagined myself as all the stars whose songs were part of my repertoire back then. They applauded me. Those were my first applause. And my first fees came in the form of candies, chocolates, and toys.   In the early school years, at my mother's insistence, I started developing my voice and took vocal lessons from the best experts at our conservatory. I was invited to numerous auditions.   In middle and high school, I sang first in the school choir and later in the school ensemble, winning, as its soloist, at all district, city and state compet...