Who invented this world?..

Well, you can't do that, you can't be jealous of everyone and everything in the female pack!

How wrong I was! I'm still wrong. Brothers rabbits and sisters hares — I'm wrong. After all, I didn't have the money... Although, I don't have it now — nothing to be right about. I'm lonely, and not everything has dried out yet. I don't have... But I don't have anything else either.

"And in the morning it snowed..." — well, that's not true, I wasn't the only one mistaken — the snow fell behind the mountain range, and I had the sun. The few clouds brought neither rain nor hail. And that made evening all the more terrifying: the sun hung at its zenith, its glassy rays only occasionally trembling and swaying slightly. I closed my eyes, but I couldn't help but see that sun. And only then did I realize I'd been dead for a long time, that there was no glass sun around me — only darkness, and only sparks of moments blazing in the disintegrating segments of my brain. It was true, that notorious God...

"Here, take this Golden Ring, sell it, and you'll have enough to last."
"You think I'm some kind of Alphonse? I'd rather die."
"Don't be silly. There's nothing wrong with that. It's just friendly; after all, a friend can help a friend. A friend should help, that's what a friend is. Who else?.."
"There can't be friendship between us. Between a man and a woman, there can't be friendship without love..."
"But why?"
"Either love or nothing. If not this, then not that. Without love, there is nothing, not only between a man and a woman, but also between everyone. Do you love me?"
"No... But..."
"Then no. That means there's an abyss between us, a distance, a boundary!" - Well, as you wish...

MAYBE IT WOULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT?

©1998 Mikhail Dmitrienko, Alma-Ata