Prose

On this restless night, Oleg had a strange, even mystical, dream that was both mesmerizing and frightening.

In a small unremarkable fishing village on the banks of a wide river, people lived and suffered. They suffered because they didn't know how to live well.

"Everything has its price," the gray-haired old man concluded, setting aside his glittering pen after making a brief note on the book in front of him.

On a high mountain cliff, which seemed like a huge and eternal stone giant that had been looming over the raging sea for centuries, stood the house of a lonely poor man.

A traveler was returning home along the banks of a cheerful and murmuring mountain river.

In a powerful and renowned kingdom, a new king was ascending to the throne.

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Oleg was really unlucky that day.

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One woman was planning to get married.