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Chapter I The Bucket of Fate
Chapter II Friday’s Apocalypse
Chapter III Football, Beer, and The Bucket of Fate
Chapter IV Night, a Naked Doctor, a Cat, and a Frying Pan
Chapter V The Glass Epic: The Beginning
Chapter VI Adventures with Glass: Day One
Chapter VII Vasily, the Prosecutor, and the Logs
Chapter VIII A Bloody Comedy in MalieKoshki
Chapter IX Adventures with Glass: Day Two
Chapter X Palych and Tolik: The Beginning of a Great Neighborly War
Chapter XI Lesha and the Fiery Toilet: The Story of a Heroic Act
Chapter XII How Vera Conquered The Sky and The Lake
Chapter XIII A Moose in the Fog, or How Nina Almost Took a Sin on Her Soul
Chapter XIV Adventures with Glass: Day Three
Chapter XV A Date Under the Broom: The History of a Misapprehension
Chapter XVI The Ups, Downs, and Bricks of Pyotr Sergeevich
Chapter XVII Love at First Sight… and Second, and Third
Chapter XVIII The Lady’s Kidnapping: Operation “The Prosecutor’s Happiness”
Chapter XIX Adventures with Glass: Day Eleven
Chapter XX Garden Armageddon: The War of Broth Cubes and Valerian
Chapter XXI Cows on a Sprint Extinguisher, a Fire in Space, and Other Adventures of Lyubavino
Chapter XXII Zhenya and the Mystery of the Evil Pit
In a small, cozy provincial town with the pleasant-sounding name of Lyubavino, where life flowed along at a measured and comfortable pace, something truly extraordinary occurred! The sun had risen a little earlier than usual, the daily morning routine had been treacherously disrupted, and everyone’s beloved ritual morning beverages – hot tea and aromatic coffee, without which one simply cannot imagine a proper morning – had become the most coveted, yet, alas, utterly unattainable, like an evergreen oasis in the desert!
Because the town had been struck by a veritable emergency of catastrophic proportions!
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“So, here’s how it went,” began Mikhalych, squinting and deliberately drawing out the pause to build suspense. “Lyosha was plowing a field for an acquaintance of his… An ordinary, everyday job, right? But that day, everything went, as they say, through a ve-ery well-known place…” Mikhalych gave a sly smirk, sweeping his assessing gaze over his audience. “Right at the edge of the field, his plow suddenly hit something – like it was a concrete slab. Lyosha, of course, started with a few choice curses, thinking he’d hit another damned boulder. But when he took a closer look, he was stunned: sticking out of the ground was a whole clump of fused copper plates, like the scaled skin of some giant serpent turned inside out. Turns out, it wasn’t just rusty junk, but the real deal – ancient coins, ‘scales’ they call them, from pre-Petrine times, I think! Well, can you imagine?! The uproar that caused – you wouldn’t believe it! Our local archaeologists were drooling – clearly, they’d been dreaming of such a find their whole lives, and then here’s our Lyosha, a tractor driver from the back of beyond, who goes and stumbles right into history! TV crews showed up with their cameras, newspapermen swarmed him like locusts, and our modest Lyosha was a local celebrity for a whole week. Right, Lyosha?” Mikhalych winked at the man of the hour, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “The find, of course, was promptly scooped up by the ‘right people,’ but the field’s owner still rewarded Lyosha – with cash. Not a gold ingot, mind you, but it was enough for a couple of crates of Zhiguli beer…”
Mikhalych proposed another toast, and the men, listening in rapt attention, could only shake their heads in wonder, glancing at Lyosha with a mixture of admiration and mild envy.
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