“Notebook of Sandy Banality,” the notebook was called. And there were only separate sheets of paper in it. Artyom the Invincible did not disdain to take it out of the trash, because he saw Nastya’s handwriting, and the notebook was lying on the edge. And it’s possible that the adults threw her away when they moved, and Nastya lost her. I pulled it out and didn’t regret it. He turned his horse into the playground, sat on the swing, swayed, enthusiastically read sandy platitudes and had fun. There were short and long stories from life. The short ones were written in childish handwriting, the long ones were written more confidently...