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Ksenia the Blessed – that’s how Marianna referred to her friend in her mind. Ksenia would end up in a psychiatric hospital for treatment about once every six months. The rest of the time, she looked just like other people, quite sane.

Marianna and Ksenia the Blessed were in the internet library. Marianna was typing all sorts of things on the computer; games, googling information. A message appeared on the screen: “You are a Stalker!”

– Is it a nickname or something?

– Ksenia, what is a Stalker?

– Have you seen the movie? About the man, the Stalker.

– Maybe it’s my underground nickname?

Marianna imagined herself wandering through unknown lands in the twilight.

“For the Stalker, there is a zone of the unknown,

A foreign kingdom, not crossed even once;

One foot steps into eternity,

The other lingers, such is his type.

For the Stalker, there is an exclusion zone,

Where lies and truth wrestle in silence;

Where the hands of others, sins congregate,

Evening twilight’s midnight mirages.

For the Stalker, roads remain untrodden,

And around, it’s overgrown like wild grass,

Thick fog, but the Gods will show the way,

To delight in the rights of gray heavens.”