A thin old man with a pointed beard squinted at the lake glistening in the sun, threw a couple of fishing rods into the boat, and began to untie it slowly, but suddenly heard a clear voice calling him. “Good...

In the morning, Vladimir Mikhailovich was awakened by something strange. He sat up in bed, stretched with a groan, scratched his protruding belly in his camouflage T-shirt, slipped his feet into his slippers, and walked to the kitchen. Pressing...

Anna stood in the center of a small clearing at the very top of the hill. The night chill made her shiver occasionally. Just like back then, on the roof of the house, when she was talking to the...