In the city of Myrta, all the people are happy. And they don’t know what happens differently. They don’t travel; city dwellers already have everything. And o...

Have you ever tried to understand what goes on in the heads of writers? And don't try! Terrible things happen there! Tablets are lost, worlds are destroyed, ...

“Dusk was creeping onto the roofs of the houses, and both understood: they would soon leave, wretches. Usually it was like this: the store door opened, and a...