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Anton took a glimpse of the clock and accelerated his move. Late for a business trip... It was the stupidest thing that ever happened to him. And how is it possible to explain to the chief that he slept at the station, not at work, the office of which was on the other side of the city, but at the station, that he was just a stone's throw from Anton's house? But Anton managed it - thanks to Ana. He was half an hour late for his train, if not more. And all because his beloved girlfriend in the middle of the night suddenly wanted to talk about their future...

https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2013/02/21/19/12/charcoal-84670_1280.jpgBoth Argo and the world were in absolutely everything - in movement, in habits, in gestures. In short, everything that could be imagined. But Maria's husband had only a little hair, barely noticeable, and Mir had straight rings, golden (of the same color as her father, and the same soft) spirals. And Maria? And the addition is different, and she twitched differently, and her hair was hard and black. And Mir's wings were dirty again...

Laurie tries differently. She doesn't know how to make it work - she's only seen Mir and Shi'ai do it a couple of times when they want to cheer up some of the kids. Laurie is angry that she can't do it - by the tenth dragon she almost wants to burst into tears with annoyance, but she remembers her vow not to show anyone weakness. Even herself. And she continues stubbornly - over and over again. It would be easier with a spell - but Laurie doesn't know the words to say, so she just tries to imagine and convince Ibero to make the dragonfly...

Loneliness hasn't left Dusty, but the desire to get into a black hole seems to have faded. It wasn't pulling her anymore, it wasn't calling her. Only occasionally, usually at sunset, it returned with the same strength. But then it was released, when the star appeared on the horizon. Watching the star, Dusty noticed the changes happening to the luminaire. The star was growing - this could not but please. The star grew up - these are the laws of the universe. But the light it emitted was just as soft and kind; one could even say melodic if the light could be heard...

There's nothing new, nothing unique in the infinite universe. A strange case, a miraculous moment, a striking coincidence of events, circumstances and relationships... All this, maybe, has happened more than once on the planet, turning around the luminary, whose galaxy has been revived many times. Many plus infinity. In the infinite and eternal Universe, Order and Dimension reign. In their kingdom, it is always cold and scary. Cold horror and oppressive loneliness creep into the soul of everyone who stays here...

Jozef Kanmaher was happy for the last year of his life, and no domestic problems could overshadow this feeling of happiness. He had not forgotten for a moment who he was now, in the Navy, and would not have doubted for a moment if Caesarea had needed his life. He loved the sea more than the land and rightly believed that it paid him back. Having greedily absorbed the bikes and superstitions of which his grandfather was an inexhaustible treasure trove, Yozev believed that he knew everything about the sea and was looking for a hidden meaning in every breath of wind or waves...

The sign over the shop "All for catching poems" flashed and sparkled with multicolored light bulbs. Little Poet wrinkled on the doorstep and pushed the door, which immediately rang with a bell. Behind the counter he was met by a hospitable salesman with dashingly twisted mustaches and immediately rushed into the attack: - What would you do? Which poems did you think of hunting? Alone or in company? Do you want to take part in the Battle of Trappers? I highly recommend it. This season there are many chancellors, in some places they can be caught without a license...

- Does anybody know where Leva Pontryagin is? - Elena Petrovna asked, having looked around the class. The boy gave good hopes in mathematics and had never missed a class without any reason before. - No," the students' confused voices answered, and Leva's roommate, Alyosha, said: - He hasn't walked for two weeks, Elena Petrovna. - Alyosha, you are friends with Leva, aren't you? - his teacher turned to him. - Yes. And I even know where he lives," Alyosha answered Elena Petrovna's next question. - That's very good," smiled the teacher...

The dawn of dusk... How much romantic, gentle and even, what a sin to hide, cute. The time when the world has not yet woken up, and everything is frozen in anticipation. And you can feel at least for a short, decisively insignificant moment his lord. The thick fog is laid on the grass, wrapping the earth with a warm blanket, the clouds are rapidly rushing somewhere far away, the shadows of the trees are drawing their own special pattern, which scares the shivers for a moment, but then makes you...

- Hello, ma'am," he bowed politely. - Let me introduce myself. Dolokhov, Antonin. - And I thought you were Ivan," she smiled. - So similar... Antonin," she said in a comforting way, "and made a wide gesture inviting him to the table. - Sit down and have a bite to eat, Antonin... and I will serve you - she bowed to him too. There was nothing here on the table! Pies and pancakes, mushrooms and vegetables, and fresh and wet, and meat and poultry, and all kinds of games... The girl, meanwhile, poured him tea, smelling of strange herbs, and sat down opposite, smiling clearly at him...

- Grandma," he said with sincerity, "I'll have your granddaughter... In general, I don't need her. I'd like to wash up, eat and sleep. I am not a boy for a long time. - Well, look," she said harshly and said, "Go to the sauna. They are waiting for you there. She opened the door, and Dolokhov saw a small house standing by the forest, which he could have sworn! - He had just not been there yet. - Dolokhov sighed," he said, "at least to clean his clothes, or else to dress dirty after washing... Where...

The road to the right turned out to be... How did Mother say she was passing by? Or is she passing by? In short, the road was shitty. It was a swamp, a storm, a black gloomy spruce tree... In such a spruce-tree I wanted to get lucky or to get stuck. However, Antonin suddenly realized that he did not have any stick in his sight and there was no sheath from it, and in general there was nothing habitual except black robes reminiscent of a torn black jacket and soft comfortable boots on it. Dolokhov continued to go forward, already on one stubbornness - and, at last, saw the light...