There was an amazing country on a Blue Planet of yore. It had a short and sonorous name - the Nature. Many different inhabitants populated it: there were birds, fish, insects and also trees, grass and very many other happy inhabitants. They lived and felt themselves really happy because their lives passed by means of the true lows of naturalness.
There happened, of course (although, not very often), some thunderstorms, earthquakes, droughts and floods on the Planet. And each time somebody's ... Read more »It is not my fairy tale, by the way. It was written by someone else.
My business is small: to invent a storyteller, which suddenly has taken and come to me as a guest to tell the story. As for me, I am just sitting in the corner, listening and summarizing on the gland as it is used to do among us, the writers.
But, to tell the truth, I am not so great foreman to think out storytellers. But my guest also does not hurry to execute his duty. He frowns, scratches his nape, demands for the tea, ... Read more »Among the set of silly stories for which I am the unique chance to be told, the special place is occupied by the story of the unremarkable man which lives in any large city, or even in all the large cities at once and it does not completely change anything. He does not live in misery, does not nestle somewhere in the third circle of a sleeping micro hell, among grey-green wallpaper with the kind of a pub and a regional sanitary-epidemic station just opposite the window. He lives the unique life ... Read more » |
