Hello, Stopgamers! I decided to put separately one of the chapters of my story “Symphony of my soul”, since this passage itself is perceived regardless of a complete story. It turns out such a small miniature. Although in the story "Island" is in its place. The reason for my act is that I really like how this piece, thoughts and ideas in it are built. Roughly speaking, I’m very proud of them. Unfortunately, the story “Symphony of my soul” is a very large and long story (56k signs), and not everyone can reach the fragmentation. Moreover, as it turned out, the symphony has an unsuccessful non -clinging beginning. I hope you forgive me such arbitrariness.
Pleasant reading!
"Island of Stability"
Evening. It was raining. The young man went to the entrance to the workshop of the artist-synergetic of Lucretia Kiseleva. It was closed, but for a young man it is not a hindrance. It was scanned by the sensors.
– The personality is confirmed. Welcome, Jean-Batist! – said the machine gun with a Belarusian accent, and the door swung open.
Jean went inside. Sighing heavily, he slowly rubbed his crown. Thousands of microscopic skin burns flaunted under the hair – the consequences of the procedure. In fact, it shouldn’t have been like that: just shortened one contact. The benefit Jozef caught on time, a little more, and one hot one would have left from Jean. The old man did not talk about this, he said that everything went successfully, but let go of the young man on all four sides. Now, probably, notes his success in the delicate hugs of the road green serpent ..
The first floor of the workshop https://wilberforceinstitute.uk/uk-arbitrage-betting-sports-betting-systems was given to the artist’s gallery. Several dozen paintings decorated the room. Some of them reached huge sizes, almost in a third of the wall. They lumines down under the light of ultraviolet lamps built into the frame – this is the standard procedure for “reloading” of paintings at night. Absolutely all works were originals, Lucretia never sold its source. However, thanks to Monsieur Osminoga (as Lucretia affectionately calls his robot artist), anyone could order an absolute copy of the paintings. This machine reproduces every smear with a tens of nanometers, while observing the complete chemical correspondence of the colors. The difference between the original and a copy can only be set using isotopic analysis, and even then on the canvas. Surprisingly, buyers even have little accuracy! Oh, how many expensive offers made Lucretia for the originals! And she is all adamant! After all, these paintings are part of her herself: a reflection of the vision of the world and the manifestation of the soul. And besides, Lucretia herself is madly loved by his work, and will never give anyone to anyone! Even for a hundred million tons of iris, insanely adored by her!
Jean was never particularly interested in the works of Lucretia, he was more worried about Lucretia herself. But today everything was different: he slowly walked through the gallery, examining each canvas, noticing new details that he used to ignore before. Jean first noticed all the beauty, the fullness of thoughts and feelings embedded in these works.
The young man lingered near the landscape of the “Island of Stability”, memories surrendered to Jean.
"Island of Stability" was one of the early works of Lucretia, written in high school. Jean first visited the workshop just when Lucretia began to create it.
On that day, Jean was sitting on the windowsill, amazement watching Lucretia “cooks” paint. She perceived this as a kind of magic, imagining herself a witch preparing a magic potion. For boring entourage, Lucretius always put on a witch’s hat! What is it there!? And now he puts on ..
The witch drained multi -colored liquids in a small ceramic vat, stirred with a glass stick, saying a rhyme:
– We need more methanol, propanol, butanol, so that it drinks the radical methylhexan form! – and with the last words poured nickel chips into the solution.
A chemical reaction has gone ..
– Jean, go watch! – called the witch.
The young man ran to the vat, in which the amazing thing happened: the solution began to change the colors: either it was yellow, then white, then blue, again yellow, and then everything repeated in a circle in a circle.
– Great! There are no words! – Jean was sincerely amazed.
– And then! – Lucretia answered with enthusiasm.
The change of color has accelerated slightly.
– Yes, how so? – Jean was perplexed.
– This is chemistry, baby! -the witch answered with a grin and pride, preserving the intrigue, and then she could not stand it and still told what the chip:
– This is an ordinary autocratic reaction. It occurs in it fluctuations in the concentrations of intermediate substances and reaction products. Each of them has its own color. Gradually, the reaction will go more slowly and slower until it fades and the solution will turn into yellow.
“So all the magic disappeared …” the young man was a little upset, scratched his head and asked:
– Listen, how do you understand this chemistry so well?
– And what to understand her? You take and drain reagents in a stoichiometric ratio … – the girl raised her head, and continued maliciously: – Nothing complicated!
-Well, I don’t know, physics is even more or less understandable. But here is chemistry – darkness!
– Eh, you! – the girl said derogatoryly, taking away the solution with a pipette.
– Come on. But everyone knows that chemistry is a section of physics! – Jean answered a little offended.
– Ha! Funny! This physics is a section of chemistry! – the witch laughed. She pushed a sample to an oily substance, stirred with a glass shelf, and now the paint was prepared!
– Well, you give! – the young man laughed. And Lucretia is quite serious for itself:
– And what? Physical properties are impossible without substance. And substances exist thanks to chemistry! – The witch poured paint into the palette, wet the brush and began to draw.
– So not all substances – chemical! – said Jean.
– Just think, the most important are chemicals! – The girl showed her tongue and made a couple of strokes.
Jean continued to laugh, and the girl decided not to pay attention. Some time later the young man asked:
– What are you drawing?
– Island of stability, fractal graphics.
– It’s clear.
– Yes, nothing is clear to you! – smiled Lucretia.
– In terms of? – did not understand Jean.
– I fight about the tab, you do not know what it is? – the girl looked at him slyly.
– With fractals – it is clear, self -like figures … And about the island … probably, this is just an island? – suggested the young man.
– Well, almost … okay, I’ll tell you the idea, you, ignoramus, you will never guess!
-Be-b-b-b! Grumbled Jean.
– You see, there is a schedule of hangs? This is a map of isotopes. There is an island on it, separate from others. There are stable super -heavy chemical elements, such as, for example, Lomonosovia and Teslia. And in front of him is a sea of instability. So I want to draw him.
– Lomonosovia? – said the ignoramus.
– Island! – the witch exclaimed, continuing to draw.
On the canvas of the stroke, the paint still changed color, with their help, Lucretia animated the paintings. For example, she used the paint with Jean to show the sea surf. Other colors created rain clouds, lightning discharges, raging storm of the sea of instability. Only the island did not have animation, this was the plan – to show its immutability, stability in front of an all -controlled storm.
– Great, you’re just a sorceress! – Jean admired, seeing the finished picture. It took only a couple of hours to draw it to draw.
– I’m just learning me! – Lucretia said.
– And where did these colors come from? Who invented them?
– My great -grandfather Sasha. He was a chemist and artist.
– Sasha? What an unusual name ..
– Yes, ordinary, just when he was born, there was no this stupid fashion for foreign names ..
– Yeah, we were still lucky … Here they were born now, there would be names like Bushmen.
– And don’t say! Try this click with a clatter, reprimand – you will break your tongue!
– Look! The painting has ceased to change colors! – Zhan drew attention.
– Well, I told you that it will. It’s OK. Now we’ll turn on the ultraviolet, it will “reload” the paint, return it to its initial state, ”Lucretia turned on the backlight, the picture lit up.
– Wow! The drawing became an incomprehensible abstraction, ”Jean remarked cheerfully.
– It is not intended for viewing during "charging". This glow is a side effect. Okay, let’s go Iriski! I was so hungry!
“Let’s go,” Jean answered with a smile.
That day Jean fell in love with Lucretia.
