There was time when Logic had chosen to live in a big city.
How tiring, she said once to herself. Life is beautiful, but so much traffic, so much noise and so many people!
One evening she stepped outside, glanced dreamily at the sky. It was strewn with stars.
The stars are so interesting... They stay at a place, blink and send light signals to each other. That's why they seem flashing. That is the way they talk between them through the vast space.
I want to get away from here, she thought. I want to go somewhere at the end of the world. There will probably be very few stars and no noise and chaos.
Nothing changed here. The city remained the same city – with a lot of people, houses, cars, with noise and chaos around.
So the next evening she looked at the sky again, out of habit. And she was surprised. There were very few stars on it. What happened there? I'll check again tomorrow evening, she decided.
And the next night, and the other one, and always afterwards, she found that the stars above this city were about thirty. – I always count them but there are no more. Why it is so? – she exclaimed, looking to the sky and wondering in times when she traveled along the highway or stays into a small town or village. But there was another sky – there was Milky Way and splendor of thousands and thousands stars.
Maybe I always look at the sky when the air here is dirty, she thought, and looked carefully at the sky every night after raining or snowing. The air is clear now, maybe the glow of the city prevents the stars from being seen? And she kept to get up nightly and contemplate the sky again and again. But alas, the stars were always the same number – roundabout thirty.
What a joke, she thought, already excited. She was looking up at the sky. Is it because of me?
She kept watching through the evenings, when the Evening Star was rising, she loved contemplating her and enjoying the stars moving through the cope of heaven.
Once something strange happened though. Just before evening darkness, a huge star rose from the west.
The next day it rose again from there at the same time. And the other day again, and again in the next days. Then Logic excitedly pointed it at random people. They were impressed but forgot it soon.
They were in a hurry.
This star was stubbornly rising on the opposite side of the Evening Star and was huge.
It always disappeared by seven o'clock in the evening.
No one notices it, and the astronomers seem to be asleep, thought Logic, and then sighed – here's something that doesn't depend on me.
And then she said to herself – maybe the stars above this city are so few, just because I had to notice this one.
And she was happy for herself.