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Unexpected meetings

Unexpected meetings
As I walked past the trash cans, I happened to see an old friend of mine, and I was extremely surprised. My former buddy was digging through the trash can. - San Sanych, is that you? - I exclaimed completely shocked...

The wolf

The wolf
And tonight the Wolf came to me. He didn't knock on the door, he just walked through the wall in the hay, shaken off the snow from his coat, and coughed quietly into the hut. The stove was flooded, a boiling...

Apple marmalade. Part 2

Apple marmalade. Part 2
The car drove up to the gate tonight in the liquid twilight. Zhenka hung on the fence when she saw a familiar Toyota. The Helpful Zinaida cleverly fell out of the front seat and was now trampling near the car...

Apple marmalade. Part 1

Apple marmalade. Part 1
She had a son, Zenka, she didn't like the city and hated well-groomed gardens. He had a good job, a loving mother and many bad habits. They knew each other, it seems, for eternity, met seldom and did not sleep together...
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Parcel

Parcel
August in Siberia turned out to be hot. A group of people in the uniform of the Ministry of Emergency Situations, accompanied by transport police officers, walked along the station platform along the postal and luggage train Irkutsk-Moscow...

One morning

One morning
My fingers are running vigorously on the elastic keys of my favorite laptop. Today, sitting this wonderful sunny morning in a cafe, sipping an espresso, I suddenly thought: what will I be like in my old...

The night...

The night...
Summer. The warmest time of the year. It opens up new horizons, new desires, new dreams; plunging into the summer, you must understand that it is like a sip of life-giving moisture in the desert. The day of summer looks like the late spring, but the night is unique...

Asya and Yegorka

Asya and Yegorka
Yegorka lived on the avenue. In a big stone house. The house was tall, high and several floors high. But how many floors was Yegorka did not know. He could not count. And he was not interested in it. Every day, early in the morning, Egorka was taken to kindergarten...

The storyteller

The storyteller
Alexander Arkhipov has a rare gift. And he uses it shamelessly. Constantly, one after another, he composes stories in which ordinary objects acquire unusual qualities. He sings about what he sees, but not what he sees...

Singer

Singer
For as long as he can remember, Alexei always sang. If he had worked on his voice properly, he might have become an opera tenor no worse than Kozlovsky or Lemeshev, but that was not his destiny. In his...
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