Писатель Илья Розенфельд

Kay was not a wicked boy. He was a brilliant mathematician whose consciousness was ahead of its time. Gerda was his wife—a simple, "warm," down-to-earth woman for whom happiness was measured by Sunday dinners and ensuring "everything was just like other people have it." The Snow Queen in this story is not a woman. She is a metaphor for Absolute Reason . It is a state of pure logic, devoid of emotional noise. ACT I. THE SHARD (EPIPHANY) That day, it wasn't a shard of a troll's mirror that hit Kay in the eye. It was a micro-stroke or a sudden chemical glitch that caused a rare anomaly of perception—a complete loss of emotional empathy . For Kay, the world instantly ceased to be colorful and noisy. It became crystal clear. He looked at the roses Gerda loved so much, and instead of their beauty, he saw decaying organics, the process of rot, and a senseless waste of resources on reproduction. Kay looked at Gerda and instead of love, he saw bioch...

The agency " The Weavers " agency did not deal in textiles. Hans and Christina were conceptualists , specialists in reality management . Their office was sterile white, just like their reputation. The Emperor (and in our version — the President, whose rule had dragged on for thirty years, and the title of Emperor fitted him perfectly) received them in a closed bunker. He was old, cynical, and suffered from paranoia. — "I need something special for the Independence Day parade ," he said, drumming his fingers on the table. — "Ratings are falling. The people are whispering. I need a symbol." — "We don't sew clothes, Your Majesty," Hans answered softly. — "We sew loyalty."   — "We offer you a fabric made of the 'Matter of Pure Truth'," Christina chimed in. — "Its unique property is that it is invisible to traitors, fools, and those who are not in their rightful place. Only a true patriot can see it."...