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[Alexandr Korol]

don’t remember anything. I do something else entirely now, I’m a musician
now. Will it be like that? Or how? Or will it be that I don’t actually disappear
from my real life — that I only disappear as a character? That is — the character
of the book has to leave. The book is about Alexandr Korol, and so the eleventh
volume ends, and he leaves. And I, as a real writer whom no one knows about,
will remain. Because all you ever knew about was that hero, who is also a writer.
And what about me? Will I just keep writing other books? Maybe. I don’t know…
There are many variants. Considering the multiverses, I might simply think that
I’ve left and started a life from a blank slate. And in this version, the one I’ve left
from, here I will die for everyone. And everyone will be in shock — and I won’t
even know about it. And everyone will be reading the books and will be in shock
that I’m gone. Or maybe I really will leave in such a way that, in this old reality, I
will simply disappear for everyone forever. Although I will be thinking that I’ve
simply disconnected from the old, switched over into the new — the same world,
the same time — and that I will be living from a blank slate, as if I had never
gone anywhere. But in fact, in that old multiverse, I will have disappeared, for
real, without a trace. And whomever I meet there — those won’t be you from the
old world, but other versions of you in that multiverse of mine. And you will be
different, and so will I. And maybe that’s exactly what it comes down to: wherever
I go, I’ll be creating my reality, my world, and I will be deciding — or it will be
highlighted to me — which person I remember, which music I find — everything
will be from scratch, from a blank slate, but I will be the boss of that world. Maybe
it will be like that. But that’s in the multiverse where I go. And here, in this one,
the outcome will be different. Here I will disappear for everyone, vanish, leave,
or something like that.

Maybe there are many variants. Because if you switch on your head and think
it through, you might wonder: what about the matrix? Will Alexandr Korol not
show the deciphered matrix in the eleventh volume? But maybe it’s supposed to
remain a riddle like that — not for everyone. It’s interesting — the mystic-old-man
said back then that I would have ten or eleven volumes, if I make it in time. You
see, he wasn’t wrong. And I also remember the words of Big Alexander, when I
was writing the book about death, the fifth volume — and even earlier, when I
had finished the second volume and was thinking and afraid of December 25,