Part 2/2 The sun reluctantly poured into the room, some of it tinkling Inyatkin’s face. The tobacco’s smoke with sunlight were able to arouse a small flash of consciousness in Inyatkin but not more than that. What did was the mere utterance of ‘Gregorivich’ from Vassiliy Sohnsovich’s neck.“I have examined the cause of your illness,” … Continue reading The Fortune-Teller
The Fortune-Teller
Part 1/2 Bad luck followed Inyatkin like a shadow. A shadow which needed no light to appear, a dark shadow which dreaded him at every step. He wanted to know why one after another not unexpected but embarrassing things were striking him. Sitting by the river, seeing the moon’s reflection on the water took him … Continue reading The Fortune-Teller
An Hour in a Prison
Blockages everywhere, yellow blockages, ‘ATNEST POLICE’ – it reads. All over Thomassquare area in the city of Atnest these blockages were brought, lying at the edge of the road.Men wearing reddish military uniform, with an identity card hanging around their neck, wereexamining every life form on the square. The military men, all filled with scrupulouspatriotism, … Continue reading An Hour in a Prison
A Yellow Light
The chilly wind blowing over was trying to sow consciousness in his darkness engulfed body. Towake him up was a war between the wind and the darkness –-- in which wind was seeming towin. His legs twitched, a spasm of stress forming over his half visible face. He tried to gazearound without changing his posture, … Continue reading A Yellow Light
The Beggar
I have not been in a particular good mood from past few days. Perhaps, the pavement isn't suitable for sitting, yes, yes, that has to be it, I have not even had a good sleep either. Everywhere it's wet, wet lke it has never snowed before. People must think, why I do not die - … Continue reading The Beggar
Viel
"And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential — I know it." - Yevgeny Zamyatin 1. After a long day of work, Dimitry Mikhailovich Lavrov was on his way to home in the cold and wet night of Potmond. On his way, he was as usual indulged in … Continue reading Viel