"Lavie Tidhar - Angels Over Israel_Three Slides" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tidhar Lavie)

immediately, he was not alone. As he climbed more and more angels joined him,
appearing from every hidden corner, putting scars and ravages on display.
It was the first time since the end of the war that such a crowd of angels had
gathered. The authorities became concerned. Haifa University at the summit of the
Carmel was evacuated immediately, but a small group of students remained behind
and reported on the unfolding events with an ancient radio transmitter.
Past the university it seemed as if whole nation of angels had appeared out of
nothing at the heights of the Carmel. That same army now began to march down the
road towards the Druze village of Osafiah.
Helicopters, some of them media, appeared at this stage, circling in the sky
like bees, and army units that a mere half-hour ago were on a training exercise on the
slopes of the mountain now surrounded the army of angels but didnтАЩt stop it.
The angels marched down the village and continued on their way. They did
not stop in Osafia and not in Daliat-al-Carmel: and only slowly did it become
apparent to the watching audience what their ultimate destination must be.
It was a good year for television presenters and journalists. A bad year for
angels.
The army evacuated the angry monks before the angels reached the Muchraka.
The soldiers waited amidst the trees and looked nervously towards the ancient
monastery that sat at the top of the Carmel, in the place where, it was said, the
Prophet Elijah fought with the priests of BaтАЩal.
With no words the angels passed through the open gate and climbed the
stairs, to the open observatory on the monasteryтАЩs roof. Their bare feet moved in
silence across the cold stone floor.
The blind beggar marched forward with his brothers. What did he feel, there,
in the place where heaven and earth meet? Did he raise his hand, to touch the skies?
Did he spread his broken wings and try, together with his brothers, to take to the sky
one last time, to touch God?
The TV helicopters waited for an answer, and in the forest the soldiers, too,
waited. It was a good year for drama, and for military courts.
The blind angel turned to the angel beside him. тАЬBeтАЩezrat HaтАЩshem,тАЭ said the
angel. With the help of God.
It was the year the angels...
Angel Kind
 THE FLIGHT FROM CYPRUS was fifty minutes late. ZeтАЩevi stepped
between the doors of the airport to the hot air outside, lit himself a cigarette and
dreamed of a shower. An angel with drooping wings, his white feathers faded to a
dirty brown, stood leaning on a Subaru with a similar colour and called out to him,
arousing from his thoughts. тАЬNeed a taxi?тАЭ
тАЬYes,тАЭ said ZeтАЩevi. Something in the angelтАЩs face affected him. He had a
demure, innocent expressionтАФthe expression of an angel. He threw the cigarette on
the pavement and entered the taxi, sitting in front by the driver. тАЬTel Aviv,тАЭ he said,
and gave the angel an address in the centre. Not just a flatтАФa house. ZeтАЩevi was a
successful man, after all, but the recent situation with the business ... not to mention
his wife.
тАЬWhere did you come back from?тАЭ asked the angel. He drove fast through the
airport gates, his wings pressed against the seat. They pressed against the seat like
birds trying to escape, and every so often the nearest wing to ZeтАЩevi jerked so
passionately that the feathers reached to delicately tickle his cheek.
тАЬCyprus,тАЭ said ZeтАЩevi, and into the driverтАЩs silence added, тАЬbig sale of water