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Weekly Contest #99
Where Cherries Grow (Ukrainian anecdote) In the days of the childhood, I was often left to spend a month or two of summer time in the house of my grandparents. They lived in a sleepy Ukrainian town on the cherry covered shore of the river that cuts the country on two on its grand way to the sea. Those long evenings under the cherries smelled candies, the glowing bugs flew overhead and among looking them up, illuminated by the glow faces of the kids there was mine and of my two brothers too. Next to our house was a park that everyone ca...
Weekly Contest #43
He opened his eyes. This old instinct, personally governed by the nearby brain in order to save time in case of danger, caused him to smile when he thought of its now unnecessary immediacy; he found it amusing to think of the things archaic of which life as it used to be consisted. He thought how is it not to know what to expect, to be afraid of happenings, to live among the horde of strangers, each of them on their own? He imagined that atmosphere and then this quick flood of light under the opening eyelids began to make sense. But only for...
A thing, a small knot of matter, of a few kinds of matter actually, laid in a darkness of a closed drawer and meant. The meaning was its mind, stable and proudly the same across the slowly moving through its molecules time. There was something in it, in its size that fits the hands of a man, in the texture of its surfaces that caresses the skin every time it is touched, in the forms that stirs imagination, that amazes that held a man close to it since it left a man that made it, made it from its idea that came from its parent, parents-t...
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