…They turned to me. I completely lost my strength, and my spirit forced me to pray. Fear, tears, monstrous pain. To survive all this is impossible, if there is no protection. Oh, my God, how many angels are trying to reach YOU for protection? And you are blind, deaf, dumb… Sparks from the eyes and a strong yearning. Do you want to go there? Then they turn around. If they turn around, then it's time. It's time to act. Having reached the point, you can finally surrender to their hands. Eh, how I would like to see them. Touch them, communicate with them. They are the messengers of heaven. Or are they…
Mr. Brainy and Elizabeth (the names of the main characters of the book) knew each other only because of the society of writers, in which Elizabeth was called to read poems on Saturday in the old abandoned building of the Constitutional Court it was closed due to its failure to protect citizens during the Civil War, which began in 2025. Mr. Brainy did not believe in miracles, but for him it was always a mystery how people suddenly escaped from disasters, tragedies, illnesses, and at the same time they could explain what was really the power in a person, with which they could save themselves?
On another Saturday, Elizabeth got ready to read, taking a small canvas bag with turkey sandwiches, slices of melon, and a cranberry juice cooked by her mother for a sick father who had been ill for several months. Elizabeth was 35 and she no longer believed that there was love in the world, since the last decades of her life were connected only with the struggle for her own importance and beauty, which she did not receive from nature.
Mr. Brainy sat away from everyone, his glasses were lowered to the edge of his nose and he was looking into the huge window of the court, from which was seen the multiple roads of the city named M – a huge metropolis that is mired in the struggle for the control of everything that at least somehow would prolong the life of man spiritually and physically. Even such things as transplantation of organs for those who needed it, were banned 40 years after a successful heart operation. The daughter of Mr. Brainy, 12-year-old Stephanie, needed a transplant. Her heart failed to cope, because she had a deformity in the area of the blood pumping valves, and Mr. Brainy, and he was a world-class surgeon, was looking for a way to eliminate the ailment, but the only salvation would be a transplant.
Elizabeth read the poem about April, and drew attention to a man with a nose clip near the window, who looked at her with a sad and far from reality look.
When everyone sat down to drink tea with biscuits (which was the tradition of the literary club), Elizabeth went to Mr. Brainy and held out a melon, saying that she could not imagine her life without this fruit. He invited her to a park in which the trees had already begun to turn yellow, and some special species of maple were covered with a bright red fire color.
His wife died during the birth of Stephanie, and he did not have time to enjoy family life, having remained at the age of 33 a widower. Since then, he has never had a serious relationship, since it was necessary to engage in Stephanie from birth. There were women who could give birth to him, but he remained true to his wife and daughter.