White as a canvas, Stepan, watching evil but leaving in silence. Artyom takes his breath and abruptly imprints his fist into the wall. - It was necessary to put it in its place long ago. Stefan, alive? I look up at him from the bottom up and I don't understand why this is all? Why did he come to help me? Was it a pity? - I said, are you okay? Stefan, he's trying to help me get up, but I'm shoving his hands off. My stomach was on fire, but my soul was sicker. I bit my hand so I wouldn't scream in my voice in pain...

Nature hike Poor birch May holidays are approaching. Heads swollen from incessant studies. The faces of the poor students took on a persistent earthy hue, and as soon as the warmth wafted in, we were suddenly, with an irresistible force, drawn to nature. Without hesitation, we went camping overnight. The company gathered cheerfully - ten girls, four guys. We left quite late, we left the train car in the dark, and on the platform we found several groups of students we knew from neighboring institutes. As it turned out, we were not the only ones who were so desperate. The guys ran to look for a place to set up camp there...