He is real
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“You should treat life as if you had lost everything, but you were given a second chance …” After finishing school, Anna leaves the Siberian town, where she grew up and goes to Israel. During the six years that she lived in the “Holy Land”, she often got into troubles, but her “invisible friend” invariably came to the rescue. The girl communicates with him since her childhood. He helps, supports, cares about her. He can’t be seen by her friends and relatives, but she understands that he is real. Anna stops hearing his voice when Mihael (Misha) comes into her life. The man seems so darling, close and almost familiar. Meanwhile, in dreams, she often finds herself in the same place where she met an extraordinary guy named Oren, who claims that they were already familiar. Are these dreams? Or is it still part of reality? Echoes of the past? The girl has a lot to learn – about herself, about her “invisible friend”, about the new man of her choice … and love beyond time and human life. A new book by Alice Roft combines genres of a love story and fantasy and is well suited to general readers (18+).
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Siberian summer morning on the bank of the river in those lands where I grew up and had a carefree time, was especially sunny that day. Sitting on the grass, wet with dew, pressing my knees to my chest and staring into the distance, I was saying goodbye in my mind’s eye. Painfully familiar, frozen in the beauty of nature, the view seemed to be new and exciting. I was watching the slow stream course, along the steep banks framed with endless coniferous forest, rocking in the wind. It went beyond the horizon, and the tops of centuries-old trees mingled, forming the green boundary line, separating the earth from the sky.
I took a deep breath of the cool, refreshingly clean air, which was saturated with pine needles and slight savor of the swamp dampness that came from the reeds growing under the cliffs. At night they turned into an improvised scene for frogs and grasshoppers, and these small representatives of the fauna sang in sync so loudly and annoyingly that I wanted to get my father’s gun from the utility room and shoot them all. I wish had known how to shoot a gun.
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– Will you pour me a drink? – I addressed one of the guys, pointing by a look at the bottle after Dani had left the room.
– Of course, said the one in the white T-shirt, and reached for a stack of plastic cups.
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