Beyond the horizon of a small community, a catastrophe occurred, the traces of which quickly spread everywhere. Ruin and desolation came to the homes of people who did not understand how to live on. People were leaving… production was disintegrating… There was not enough food, and the sky was getting darker all around.
Things that seemed so familiar and simple until recently began to disappear from everyday life, but today they are present only in memories. Life was changing rapidly, pushing people closer and closer to each other. Now each person made the day and the life of another, who became immeasurably closer and more dear than before. One started the work, and the other picked it up when the first one collapsed to the ground. But even so, it was not possible to produce everything necessary.
Time has erased the source of life force from the foundations of a once strong and prosperous society. It was as if a cord had been pulled out, binding together the myriads of people who worked together for each other, but are now unable to create a tangible world around them, in the absence of elementary building blocks. There was no steel, which had recently flowed through the veins of a mighty industry.
There was knowledge and experience, there were still people who once worked at the enterprise, but the discord that severed ties with zagorizont stopped the furnaces and took life out of the ground.
Time passed… The hearts of the community’s residents had been beating in unison with each other for a long time, but there was no way forward. Someone expected a miracle, someone walked by inertia, and someone said that you can start the heart of the earth yourself.
They did not understand him, looked around, looked at each other and at the skeleton of the production, which was lifelessly resting without movement. Looking at the walls and workshops, examining the fragments of once powerful machines, people could not imagine how they could rekindle life here themselves, without anyone’s help.
But an elderly man who used to work here said it was possible. We know how to work, we have raw materials and craftsmen. It remains to find the source of energy lost in the disaster. Pick up the pieces, replace the damaged ones and add the missing components… It all seemed impossible, but the Man had already caught fire with a dream. He said it was possible. And they supported him. The community rallied around the impossible idea of rekindling the flames of the furnaces.
Those who still remembered their work began to pull up to the Person. But there were only a few of them. Most of the team dispersed when the flame of production faded. They were scattered so far that the initial enthusiasm quickly subsided, and work began. It was necessary to gather people one at a time, show them the way, inspire them to return to the community and rally them to work together.
But how do I get the production equipment? The seekers reached out over the horizon, risking getting lost in the world, but with the determination to implement a plan to launch a new life in society. And wherever they appeared, they did not meet with understanding. It is impossible to light a fire without a source, they said in distant lands… They offered not to waste time and accept the withering of the community. But the seekers felt the Person’s confidence in the cause of rebirth, and went ahead, casting aside doubts and picking up the pieces all over the world.
How many of them did not reach, how many disappeared and did not return, but they only returned, carrying with them the cherished particles of a common heart… and they gathered it together, supported by each other, and guided by the will of Man.
And now the last fragment was put in place, all the mechanisms now represented a single whole. Everyone was waiting for the command to start working. The man made an effort, moving the clumsy device forward. Others joined him. They took their places, starting to do their work, and… the first blow followed… Still weak… but the first… beat of a born heart. People continued to work together, and the energy of life produced by this spread around.
The whole community gathered and saw how the steel was poured. The very steel that has not been seen here for many years, so necessary for the realization of various ideas, and giving people around the opportunity to create for the benefit of each other. The unprecedented celebration began by itself. It was a moment of unity for the whole society, which saw the flow of energy rushing in all directions.
In the evening, a tired Man came home to his family and said, “I promised to give people steel, and I did it!” Satisfied, he went to bed, but did not wake up in the morning. His own heart wasn’t beating. People were silent, remembering yesterday’s holiday and a Man who was absolutely healthy, wondering what could have happened…
The doctors gathered around him. When they looked inside, they couldn’t believe their eyes. They didn’t understand how he could even be alive. He should have passed away many months ago… But he promised to give people steel, and he gave it to them… and only then did he die.
© Vasiliy Deynega, 22.03.2022
