Prose: Chosen
Child
Yes, I know – you couldn't call your childhood rather happy. Bright, cloudless, joyful. And do many of us can?
Extremism
Let’s try to imagine how one of the high-profile political actions of the past centuries might look like in present times, being covered by a number of modern mass medi
Great Exodus
At first, they all called us madmen – too brave or naive to dare to implement what was once conceived. Maybe too big dreamers.
Tale of the false saint
Once upon a time, there was a False Righteous man, living on this earth, and he was cruel in heart and unfair to people in his life.
Miracle
There lived people in the world, and sadly and burdensome have they been living. From the birth did they desire something unusual, magical.
Education
Education… what a strange word! A formation of all imaginable images in human minds and souls.
New Age Threshold
Astounding tragicomedy
World of God
With a love for God
Crime and punishment
I will return to you again, and it shall be very soon. Much sooner than many would like it to happen.
I feel
I feel I don't belong there, yet this is my world for now.
I feel like I am a sinner and a saint – all in one.