Prose: Chosen

Yes, I know – you couldn't call your childhood rather happy. Bright, cloudless, joyful. And do many of us can?

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

At first, they all called us madmen – too brave or naive to dare to implement what was once conceived. Maybe too big dreamers.

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.

There lived people in the world, and sadly and burdensome have they been living. From the birth did they desire something unusual, magical.

Education… what a strange word! A formation of all imaginable images in human minds and souls.

Astounding tragicomedy

With a love for God

I will return to you again, and it shall be very soon. Much sooner than many would like it to happen.

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.