Classic prose

Seryoga was sitting in the railway station building and did not understand how this happened. Just yesterday morning, full of strength and energy, he boarded...

“It is believed that the emperor sent a message from his deathbed to you alone, the most insignificant of his subjects, an unfaithful shadow running into the...

He held Lech in his hand and admired him. Bright, shiny, alluring with the sweet smell of childhood. It was thrust into the hand of the truck crane driver wh...

“I was in great difficulty: I had an urgent trip ahead of me; a seriously ill patient was waiting for me about ten miles from here in the village; a strong s...

In Babel's works, “sharp as alcohol. And flowery, like precious stones” (Vyach. Polonsky), are connected in some incomprehensible way into a harmonious whole...

An amazing story telling about the last battle of the tank corps after Victory Day.

There is a separate world created around a completely broken and rejected person, where he spends the rest of his life. The prison has become a home, the bar...

Poems, like music, awaken special feelings in a person, evoke memories, make you think, help, like an “invisible friend,” speaking the same language as the l...

A woman checks into the room. She has her own drama. And what she had long wanted to accomplish...

Publisher's abstract: The work of Saigyo, who lived in the bloody era of the formation of military feudalism in Japan, is characterized by motifs of grief. P...

Fragment from the novel “Dandelion Wine.”