Fate has long turned its beautiful face away from Ali. It all started two years ago, when her husband was imprisoned for a brutal murder. Alya cannot forgive him not so much the crime itself as betrayal. She is lonely and angry. And then there's the boss and friend Ivan thundered with a heart attack, and trouble began at the company, which she temporarily headed. The supply of products to customers is disrupted. Maybe it's the competition? Alya invites the chief of their company to her place. But dinner did not take place. Alya found his corpse on the grounds of her mansion. The cops suspect her, and the brother of the murdered man swore revenge on her. But this is only a bitter prelude to the troubles that have fallen on Alya ...

Galina ROMANOVA

NOTHING IS ETERNAL UNDER THE MOON

Chapter 1

Can you hear me?

Y-yes... Hi, - she shook off a fleeting daze and repeated again:

Hello. Where are you from?

Everything is from the same place, - her husband laughed and, just in case, asked:

You seem to be out of your mind, did something happen?

She decided to ignore the last question. If we now stoop to listing all her recent failures, then the conversation will turn out to be too long and unpleasant.

No ... Everything is fine ... At least for now ...

Y-yes… Ivan is still sick?

Yes, sick...

Alya frantically rummaged through the vaults of memory in search of words that were so necessary now, but for some reason they were not found. Well, there were none - and that's it! Anger - yes! This please! This is as much as you want! Just ask, you will immediately receive everything in full ...

As if sensing her tension, Denis himself came to her aid, moving off dangerous topic into the neutral zone of pointless chatter:

How is the weather there? Spring is coming soon.

Probably warm...

Yes, the kidneys are swollen, - Alya supported him languidly, squeezing the tube with all her might so as not to throw it back into place. - How are you there?

As usual, Al ... - The husband wrinkled a little and asked timidly:

Can't you come?

It starts! Fumbling for a pack of cigarettes on the table, she lit a cigarette and inhaled so hard that her vision darkened. This is not the first time he has been pestering her with this request, and she is tired of explaining to him how difficult it is for her to do this. And it wasn't even that she was in currently can not leave the firm, which every day went worse and worse. And not that Ivan was chained to a hospital bed and wished, you see, to see her every day next to him with a full report on current affairs. And that she did not want to see her husband. Do not ho-te-la - and that's it !!!

Do not be silent, - threatening notes appeared in Denis's tone. - Answer! Will you come or not?

No, - trying to speak evenly, she answered, veiled in a dense veil of smoke, as if he could see her now. - We've already discussed this. How can?

And I want to see you! Can you understand this?! Why do you have so much callousness?!

And they've been through this! Now there will be mutual reproaches. Then she freaks out.

In the hearts he will hang up, and at night he will sob from longing and loneliness.

No… You need to try at least once to withstand this verbal sparring. Let him finally understand that he, too, must reckon with her feelings.

Alya! Can you hear me?!

Yes, here I am, here. Do not worry. Better tell me - did you receive my parcel?

Yes thank you. Denis breathed a sigh of relief. - And I already thought ... Sorry ... I understand - a lot of problems ... By the way, what are you doing now?

I masturbate, - she quipped without restraint. - Talking to you turns me on so much that I can't stop.

I appreciate your sense of humor,” he grunted grimly. - If the tension is so great, I could come and relax.

Best place for relaxation than prison dungeons, you are unlikely to find! she interrupted her husband. “And the sounds of the cuckoo outside the barred window should excite me like nothing else. I will definitely consider your offer, dear. Necessarily!

Okay ... - Denis muttered doomedly. - We talked ... Take care of yourself ... I'll call ...

He hung up, bringing even more confusion into her soul than before. She just managed to get a likeness peace of mind after his week of silence, and then again the call. After all, she explained everything to him before the court. Everything explained! She made it clear that there would be no forgiveness. And what did she hear in response?

Just try with someone here! Denis hissed then, screwing up his eyes angrily and twitching his shaved head. - I'll kill you right away! I'll get it from the zone, bitch! ..

Nothing is eternal under the Moon. But life
Immortal relay of generations.
If you value this gift, my friend,
Leave your mark, casting aside the poison of doubt.

Let beauty be a life-giving stream
In the successor, like a Phoenix, will be reborn,
And the bad guy will bypass you.
And evil so that it was not given to happen.
Otherwise humanity will end
and live only six decades.
Praise to nature, you are her crown,
You are responsible for the preservation of the family.
May the seal of wisdom not run out,
What did you manage to pass on to your descendants!

William Shakespeare's sonnet tells us about the futility of empty human aspirations and the importance of mature wise deeds.

The whole intrigue of my new thriller PUNCH will revolve around the election of the President of France. Sergei Serebrov received information about the possible elimination of competitors protege Rothschild Valencier. Supervisory's head of security, Honoré Bouchard, is about to softly or brutally eliminate two contenders from the race: Russian sympathizers François Pouillon and Marine Leclerc. Then chair number 1 will be occupied by Manuel Valencier without question. Serebrov is tasked with thwarting Bouchard's plans. The director of PMC "Skipetr" is obliged to protect the pro-Russian candidates from assassination and generally expose the dirty political game world financial backstage. The operation of the PMC was codenamed "Punch", as our special services do not really know anything. Indeed, does Bouchard have a killer at his disposal, or does he not? How will his team work? Perhaps Honore will confine herself to just the usual war of compromising evidence. Our scouts will have to answer the whole range of these questions. How will the fearless operatives of the Sova group do this? Will they be able to get out of the water again? And most importantly - alive ???!!!

Boulevard Clichy, Paris.
Operative Olivier Giroud, along with a couple of counters, drove slowly in a Mitsubishi minivan to Montparnasse. A map of Paris was displayed on the screen of one of the monitors. On the gray-green scheme, a contrasting red light jerkily moved. The spot then froze for a while, then set off again.
- Guys, I'm going to eat a steak, - Olivier at the door instructed his subordinates. - As the label stops - ring. We'll jump. Would you like a hamburger?
“Yeah, filet-o-fish for me,” said Manet.
- A cheeseburger for me. Granny give? Orestes asked.
- Then you're fooling around. The main thing - do not lag far behind the object. Approximately five minutes drive.
- Okay, chief.
Olivier rushed out of the Mitsubishi, jogged to the bistro.
Vladimir Nikolayevich Zarainov left the office building with his new secretary, Patricia. The seductive girl always wore a black miniskirt and a yellow leather jacket. A white blouse with a low neckline barely concealed the elastic balls of breasts. On another day, Volodya would have rolled into a restaurant with her, and in the evening he would have taken an affordable whore to his bachelor nest. Today, however, he had no time for entertainment. A pair of opposite-sex colleagues from the Neftemashinvest firm got into a Volvo sedan and drove around the daytime metropolis.
- Pat, hold my cell phone, - Volodya confidently drove a Swedish foreign car. - Remember the task. I'll drop you somewhere. You will not walk less than an hour by boutiques.
Vladimir handed a cell phone and several ten euro bills to the bright, dyed blonde:
- It's for your expenses. Did you understand everything?
- Ok, boss! You would always send me on a shopping voyage. I really like this kind of work! - Patricia, already sleeping with the boss, leaned her bust on the headmaster's shoulder in a friendly way and bit his earlobe.

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"Y-yes... Hi," she shook off her momentary daze and repeated once more, "Hi." Where are you from?

“Everything is from the same place,” her husband laughed and, just in case, asked: “You seem to be out of your mind, did something happen?”

She decided to ignore the last question. If we now stoop to listing all her recent failures, then the conversation will turn out to be too long and unpleasant.

– No... Everything is fine... At least for now...

Yes, he's sick...

Alya frantically rummaged through the vaults of memory in search of words that were so necessary now, but for some reason they were not found. Well, there were none - and that's it! Anger - yes! This please! This is as much as you want! Just ask, you will immediately receive everything in full ...

As if sensing her tension, Denis himself came to her aid, moving from a dangerous topic to a neutral zone of pointless chatter:

- How is the weather there? Spring is coming soon. Probably warm...

“Yes, the kidneys are swollen,” Alya supported him languidly, squeezing the tube with all her might so as not to throw it back into place. - How are you there?

- As usual, Al ... - The husband hesitated a little and asked timidly: - Can't you come?

It starts! Fumbling for a pack of cigarettes on the table, she lit a cigarette and inhaled so hard that her vision darkened. This is not the first time he has been pestering her with this request, and she is tired of explaining to him how difficult it is for her to do this. And it was not even that she could not leave the company at the moment, which was getting worse and worse every day. And not in the fact that Ivan was chained to a hospital bed and wished, you see, to see her every day next to him with a full report on current affairs. And that she did not want to see her husband. Do not ho-te-la - and that's it !!!

- Do not be silent, - threatening notes appeared in Denis's tone. - Answer! Will you come or not?

"No," she answered, trying to keep her voice even, veiling herself in a thick pall of smoke, as if he could see her now. – We have already discussed this. How can?

- And I want to see you! Can you understand this?! Why do you have so much callousness?!

And they've been through this! Now there will be mutual reproaches. Then she freaks out. In the hearts he will hang up, and at night he will sob from longing and loneliness.

No ... We must try at least once to withstand this verbal sparring. Let him finally understand that he, too, must reckon with her feelings.

- Alya! Can you hear me?!

- Yes, I'm here, here. Do not worry. Tell me better - did you receive my parcel?

- Yes thank you. Denis breathed a sigh of relief. – And I was already thinking... I'm sorry... I understand - there are many problems... By the way, what are you doing now?

“I masturbate,” she quipped, unable to restrain herself. “Talking with you turns me on so much that I can’t stop.

"I appreciate your sense of humor," he grunted grimly. - If the tension is so great, I could come and relax.

- You can hardly find a better place to relax than prison dungeons! she interrupted her husband. “And the sounds of the cuckoo outside the barred window should excite me like nothing else. I will definitely consider your offer, dear. Necessarily!

“Okay…” Denis muttered doomedly. - We talked ... Take care of yourself ... I'll call ...

He hung up, bringing even more confusion into her soul than before. She had just managed to find a semblance of peace of mind after his week of silence, and then the call came again. After all, she explained everything to him before the court. Everything explained! She made it clear that there would be no forgiveness. And what did she hear in response?

“Just try with someone here!” Denis hissed then, narrowing his eyes angrily and jerking his shaved head. - I'll kill you right away! I'll get it from the zone, bitch! ..

Then came the letters—long, lengthy declarations of love. Alevtina could not even imagine that he was capable of such praises. But Lidka cynically remarked, spitting on the floor, that any six could compose a similar heresy for him for soldering tea. Alevtina was then terribly offended by her words and even regretted her revelation. But, on reflection, I could not disagree with her. After two years life together, during which nothing of the kind was noticed behind him, suddenly such verbiage! ..

Pressing her smoked cigarette down in the ashtray, she rubbed her temples, Wall Clock decided to go home. An employee from her is no longer to hell, but she needs to prepare for a visit to the hospital. Vanya will immediately determine with her senile trained look that something is wrong. And now you can't upset him...

Secretary Olenka was frankly bored. Resting her chiseled chin with her fist, she shook her leg with the lazy grace of a well-fed cat and only reacted to the appearance of her boss with a weak, barely perceptible smile, which could mean anything from frank joy at her leaving the service to a skeptical assessment of her dress and makeup. To be honest, Alya did not care deeply about the assessment of this doll, all the vital functions of which were reduced to looking and commanding (by men, of course).

- Are you going to stay long? - Olenka nevertheless condescended to a question, slightly changing the position of her head, bowing it semi-respectfully.

“I’m unlikely to appear today,” Alevtina answered absently, stopping at the exit from the reception room and patted the pockets of her raincoat in search of car keys. – If something is urgent, contact the dispatcher.

She did not want to report on her movements to this painted beauty with glued eyelashes.

- They called you several times. The line was busy, - Olenka somehow casually mentioned and rummaged around on the table in search of a piece of paper. - Somewhere I wrote down ... Aha ... Here!

Internally ready for another trouble, Alevtina was almost not surprised when she read the message. Another consumer of their products asked to be contacted urgently due to force majeure.

Bitches! Alya almost groaned. As if they all feel at once that not the best times have come for their company.

She knew approximately what lay behind these force majeure circumstances. Yes, nothing more than early termination of contractual obligations! Is it really true that her leader is to hell with it? After all, she managed the company before. Then, when the blessed Ivan Alekseevich with his young wife wandered around abroad. And her husband, that is, Denis, was increasingly involved in their Moscow branch. Still, it was great! What could have happened? Could it really be the grief in which she was plunged headlong that broke her so? ..

Alya tormented her mind with similar questions. Lately. She wondered about them when she ate. She tormented herself when she went to bed. I was in pain when I took a shower. And now, standing under the burning jets of water, she first of all analyzed the results of her activities for the week. Still correct. Everything is regulated. Why does the hitherto established mechanism still fail?

"You're going crazy, dear!" she answered herself and tried to distract herself by looking at the ceiling of the bathroom.

If Denis had seen what kind of slums she had moved to from their settled, comfortable home, then, most likely, he would have been horrified. But she could not stay further in their family nest.

Alya sold her bachelor's apartment as soon as she got married. The money was invested in the construction of a cottage, which, to my husband's credit, was built and finished in a record short time. And they lived there in clover, and they would have lived like this for many, many more years, but the unforeseen happened ...

Alya left as soon as the courtroom door slammed shut behind Denis. She scraped off some cash from all the accounts she had and bought a one-room Khrushchev apartment on the outskirts of a godforsaken area.

If we consider this expression in this form, then the age this phraseological unit not very big. But if we judge the meaning that this idiom carries and its different variations on different languages, then history takes us back to times that are calculated centuries before our era.

The first analogue of this phrase can be traced in the so-called Book of Ecclesiastes, which is, as it were, one of constituent parts Bible. Who was the Ecclesiastes is not known for certain, but in another way this book is also called the Book of the Preacher or the Book of Solomon. That is, it is assumed that King Solomon is meant by the name Ecclesiastes. In the first verse of this book, the author, on the assumption of Solomon, calls himself an Ecclesiastes, which in Latin means a person "calling an assembly." There are a lot of statements in this book, which eventually turned into phraseological units and set expressions. The expression "nothing lasts forever under the moon" in the book of Ecclesiastes is as follows:

What was, is what will be; and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun.

As we can see, it is quite similar, but the words are slightly different.

So in English language This phraseologism also exists, but it sounds somewhat different. Nothing new under the sun. It translates as "there is nothing new under the sun."

On Latin this idiom goes like this: Nil novi sub luna. Here we can hear the mention of the moon, that is, an option closer to the one we are used to. There is nothing new under the sun - that's how it translates.

In Russian, these lines can be found for the first time in a poem by the great Russian poet Karamzin.

"Nothing is new under the sun:
What is, was, will be forever.
And before the blood flowed like a river,
And before the man wept,
And before he was a victim of rock,
Hope, weakness, vice."

At the same time, the title of the work sounds like this - "Experienced Solomon's Wisdom, or Selected Thoughts from Ecclesiastes." Karamzin immediately makes it clear where he borrowed these lines from. The poem was written in 1797.

After Karamzin, we can find these lines in many classics of Russian literature. This

• Pushkin,
• Saltykov-Shchedrin,
• Leskov.

And even in Lenin, in his work “European Capital and Autocracy”, one can read this thoughtful phraseological unit and exactly in the form to which we are accustomed: “nothing lasts forever under the moon”.

Expression value

The meaning of the idiom is deeply philosophical. One might object how nothing lasts forever when, for example, the famous Egyptian pyramids cost so much time.

Yes, if you take it as a point of reference human life, then in comparison the pyramids are indeed eternal. But if we take the life of the planet or solar system then how long the pyramids stood is just
one moment.

Wed Nothing, my friend, lasts forever under the moon, the lanky sheikh tells Dolinsky impressively ... Leskov. bypassed. 3, 10. Cf. But you, however, have changed a lot ... you have completely turned gray ... you have lost weight. In nature, everything changes: such is its law! Begushev said...

Book. Everything that is happening now, no matter how new it may seem, has already happened on earth; everything is changeable, transitory, transitory. /i> An expression from the Bible. BMS 1998, 352 ...

Book. The same that nothing lasts forever under the moon. /i> Quote from N. M. Karamzin's poem "Experienced Solomon's Wisdom, or Selected Thoughts from Ecclesiastes" (1797). BMS 1998, 352 ... Big Dictionary Russian sayings

Michelson's Big Explanatory Phraseological Dictionary

- (inosk.) on earth Cf. It was the most good-natured creature in the sublunar world. Leskov. Musk ox. 4. Wed. Oh rose of May, Ophelia, oh you are the most beautiful flower in all the sublunar. Shakespeare. Hamlet. Wed Markevich. A quarter of a century ago. 1, 42. See nothing lasts forever ... ... Michelson's Big Explanatory Phraseological Dictionary

Under the moon(s)- Book. High On the ground; in the world. But nothing lasts forever under the sun. And the theme's friendship with Ivanov ceased (Garin Mikhailovsky. Tyoma's childhood) ... Phrasebook Russian literary language

Blue Moon. Mol. Homosexual. Vakhitov 2003, 40. The moon has set (found) on whom, to whom. Psk. Unapproved About whose l. unpredictable mood, desire, behavior. SPP 2001, 50. The moon is young. Gorky, Wed. Ural, Sib. New moon. BalSok., 42; SRGSU 2,… … Big dictionary of Russian sayings

Sublunar world. Sublunar. Under the moon (inosk.) on earth Cf. It was the most good-natured creature in the sublunar world. Leskov. Musk ox. 4. Wed. Oh rose of May, Ophelia, oh you are the most beautiful flower in all the sublunar. Shakespeare. Hamlet. Wed Markevich. Quarter of century … Michelson's Big Explanatory Phraseological Dictionary

Sublunar world. Sublunar. Under the moon (inosk.) on earth. Wed It was the most good-natured creature in the sublunar world. Leskov. Musk ox. 4. Wed. Oh rose of May, Ophelia, oh you are the most beautiful flower in the whole sublunar. Shakespeare. Hamlet. Wed Markevich. ... ...

See Nothing lasts forever under the moon... Michelson's Big Explanatory Phraseological Dictionary (original spelling)