Prose: Best
Critic
In one of the cities there lived the Critic, who has been blaming everything he meets.
Trick
“Hmm, is that really that place? I am, as these mortals usually say, boggling,” asked the Imp, continuing to look through a hardly noticeable door opening.
Diagnosis
“Well, come in, come in, take a seat.
Time
Immense hourglass of a silvery color, which were smoothly soaring in the center of a hall, were slowly passing tiny grains of sand through themselves, gradually rotatin
Fantasy
Fantasy…
Wolf
A-a-u-u-u-u-u!
Bookkeeping
In this most significant for him day Artem Sergeyevich was, as they say, out of sorts.
Unreality
By a road, made of black stone blocks, along with the anthem, coming from a loudhailer of the accompanying armored personnel carrier, accurately measuring out the pace,
Perfection
Tommy Whistler was awesomely unlucky.
Bureau
This particular day of Anton Pavlovich’s life went awry from the start.