Collection of prose of modern, so hard life.All capable your assumption is cardinal to change the visible stories considered from unexpected corners and foreshortenings…
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Sergey Strelyaev. When there is no sense in names
When there is no sense in names
The rejected paradise
Paper country. Look from outside
Vega
Bribe to God
Tutors of souls
Zarinka
And to sleep centuries that time to wake up
From depth of the reasons
Left and returned, and again we will come
Conglomerate
Thoughts under a slope
Enemies
Sleep, my small Amiya
The first – the second time
Where fog turns yellow
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Having died, the engine sniffed, on a body of our “Scythian” ran a shiver.
– Mother, mother. Interiors of the bus stopped, – naive babbling of the child did not cause either laughter, or smiles in passengers.
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– On this very spot.
It umostitsya quickly on alone standing shop. Safely attracted the little girl on the knees. It did not resist. On the contrary, gentle hands embraced a neck, drugged a smell of perfume. She smiled,