I was taken aback by her speech, but she spoke with such enthusiasm that I envied her. Yes, we must admit that her life is in full swing, her obsession with her idea is respected.
– Vita, please satisfy my curiosity first. Let’s suppose you find out what you are interested in. What’s next?
– Do you know the meaning of your name? she said abruptly.
– I have never thought about it. And what?
– Horus is the Sun. And it is also a mirror image of the word horn, which is a part of the word unicorn – that is, unity with the Sun. If you don’t even know that, you won’t understand me.
– Try to explain.
– DNA is a kind of a literary work, and like any work, it has a message that we have to decipher. This is where the universal humor is hidden. I want to decipher this message. I’m sure that DNA is a set of commands that defines tasks. What if we can set these commands ourselves? For example, to be cured of an illness? Or do you want to rejuvenate and extend your stay on the planet? It is possible that people were originally assigned a much longer period of existence on this planet.
– Let’s assume that this theory has a right to exist. However, it is practically impossible to prove it.
– Horus, I believe that a human being is not just pounds of meat and liters of blood with basic needs: to eat, drink, copulate and reproduce. Man is originally a spiritual being. I believe that we do not just live on our planet. I can’t live with the idea that a person is born, lives, and then disappears without a trace, as if he never existed. Then why are we given life if it is so meaningless?
– Vita, all you have to do is to find the meaning that you want to live for. Now you do not have this sense, so you rush from one extreme to the other.
– Tolstoy was depressed for three years, and he wanted to commit suicide only because he did not know what life was and why he lived. Understand, I have a need for answers to my questions, I can’t develop until… – she didn’t finish her thought. Either she didn’t know what to say, or she decided I shouldn’t talk about it.
She gave me two days to find a way to get her into the right state. She didn’t ask for my opinion, she just gave me time. When Vitalina left the office, I smelled a pleasant perfume. “I’ll have to tell her not to use them in sessions” – while she was talking about this unfortunate DNA, I sat and thought about how I want to undress her.
Yes, there are many ways of hypnosis, and they all lead to the same goal – to excite the nervous system of the hypnotized person, which will lead him to artificial sleep. But what does this girl want? I have a gift for getting into awkward situations. Although … it’s my job.
Another patient followed Vitalina. Her story was nothing new to me. A standard set of childhood traumas that any psychologist could handle, but I’ve made a name for myself, and now it’s considered prestigious to go to my appointments. I worked off my money, she left – everything as usual. She’ll probably come back a couple more times, then start a new life, and I’ll forget about her ever being in my office. I’ll forget as forget other patients.
Two days later, Vita arrived at the reception in the same excited state as the first time, but now there was hope in her eyes. I couldn’t think of anything else to do but perform a classic hypnosis session. We started the session. I washed my hands and face. Vita sat prepared for a hypnotic sleep, as if for a journey. It took her about ten minutes to get into the right state. I held her hand, feeling for her pulse. She was in a state of hypnosis for about ten minutes.
When I roused her from her hypnotic sleep, she was silent for several minutes.
– I imagined it in a different way, – she said, disappointed.
– But how? Did you think this would be a trip where you would find all the answers at once?
– I didn’t think so. Our consciousness is not so organized; otherwise it would be quite simple. But I thought I’d find a thread.
– Vita, first of all, your task… How to say it more correctly? Complicated!
– You mean impossible. You think so.
– It doesn’t matter what I think.
She was sitting at the table, twirling a pen in her hands, and then her eyes fell on a small pyramid of Cheops with a hole for the handle, which stood on my desk. This souvenir was brought to me by one of my patients. Vita rolled her eyes, took the pyramid in her hands, twirled it around and said:
– Pyramids! How? I was right! – said these words, she hurried out of the office without even saying good-bye.
After work, I went to Sveta. I had to relieve the pressure. Although I told myself many times that I have to end this relationship, I still kept it to myself for some reason. Probably, because she was always happy to see me. Human selfishness knows no bounds.
At night I went home, although Sveta insisted that I stay with her. But staying would have meant giving her hope, which was definitely not my plan. At home I got a bottle of rum; at present my drinking companion was my woolly friend. The cat rubbed my legs, reminding me that it was time to feed it. I performed the duties assigned to me by my furry roommate, then sat on the sofa and poured myself rum.
So, what do I have behind me? Military service, medical practice, two marriages and two children, three higher education, an apartment, a car, mistresses… Not much. Women… All the women in my life were the same type; I chose them on a simple principle – so that it was easier to break off relations with them later. I married on the same principle. And now I’m sitting in an empty apartment with a cat and rum in my hand, like a strong and independent man.
Vita… There’s something about her She’s crazy. Her DNA idea is bullshit, but she’s lovely in her desire and thirst to get to the bottom of it. And in her insanity, she stands out from my other patients. I wonder how she is with men. Or is she not interested in anything else besides DNA.
I worked like a bull all week, and there were plenty of patients. Even those I had long forgotten came. Today, in gratitude, one of the patients gave me a bottle of rum. This is one of a few pleasant moments in my work. For some reason, in our country it is customary to thank doctors with alcohol. I don’t know how this tradition came about, but I really like it. The higher the status of a doctor, the more elite alcohol is. My status allowed me to drink expensive alcohol. My patients are not easy people. Sometimes I don’t even know who they are. But sometimes I guess what place they occupy in our state. With some of them it is quite easy, with others; on the contrary, it is incredibly difficult. But, undoubtedly, they determined my importance among Moscow psychiatrists at the time.
At night, my rum ritual with the cat was repeated. Suddenly I got a message from Vita asking if I could see her tomorrow at lunch. “How did she get my phone number? If she didn’t sign up through reception, then she’s probably pursuing a personal interest.” I looked at my schedule, and there was a patient scheduled for lunch. I don’t know why, but I moved him to another day to take Vita. I developed friendships with many patients, so I could afford to shuffle them periodically.
She came into the office smiling broadly, held out her hand, and greeted me