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Kontorovich Alexander Sergeevich

Ash sky

Around the corner of the house something knocked, and I intercepted my only weapon more comfortably - a piece of rusty pipe. Who else the hell are there?

Creeping up to the corner Quiet, only the wind whistles. If there was a person here right now, he would give himself away with at least some sound. There are no sounds. Does that mean there are no people? And now let's take a look...

Around the corner it was really empty, only the open door swayed in the gusts of wind. A quick look - no traces are visible on the sand blown here by the wind. So there is no one inside. This is gut, a roof over my head would not hurt ...

Sitting down near the door on my haunches, I lean back against the wall. I look around. The room is relatively large, six windows. And even the glass in them is almost intact. If you close the door, there will be no draft. In this case, you can sleep. For the first time in a few days I'll sleep under the roof. Still, on the bed ... Well, these are already dreams ... the room is clearly uninhabited. I wonder what was there before?

Library ... wow! No, I don’t have anything against books, I used to love to read myself - I used to sit up until the morning. But now I would prefer a deli to her. Even rural. To the nearest supermarket, stomp from here ... in a word, it’s better not to even think about it.

A quick inspection of the premises did not please me. Unless a decanter was found near the corner window. Ordinary, looking like perfect antiquity. There was even a cork next to it. So the problem with the flask was solved! It’s true, she’ll be healthy, but ... I don’t care about fat.

Having found several files of old newspapers in a pile of rubbish, I drag a piece of iron from the street. It must be assumed that this has been preserved here since pre-war times. That's super. Reading about the heroic deeds at my workplace of calculator and wallet workers when I got sick of it! That is why he did not like in his time industrial novels and thirty-series boring little books. About how hard it is to live for another donna, surrounded on all sides by callous people. If we also take into account the fact that all this pink crap was printed on good paper, and often with illustrations ... In general, it burns badly, and the smoke is very smelly. And now I need to warm up, so the newspapers are just right. Will finally serve something useful.

The bonfire turned out to be correct, and the room warmed up quite well. The smoke was drawn out through the broken window, and it was also possible to breathe quite comfortably. It's decided - I'll spend the night here. The village (more precisely, its remnants), apparently, is abandoned, and there are no people here. Is this good or bad in the current situation? Well ... you can’t say right away ... I want to eat - it’s true, but from what hangover will they suddenly start feeding me pickles here? And given what I'm currently wearing, the likelihood of getting a lead snack that won't be digested increases dramatically. They say that in Siberia the convicts were not touched and even helped. May be. Only this, presumably, was in some other Siberia. In any case, of all those who managed to escape into the forest with me, only I survived. The last two of my fellow travelers were filled up yesterday morning. For no reason. They just shied away from somewhere in the forest - that's all. If I had not sat down to lace up my shoes, I would have been lying next to them. And in this case - it was lucky, the bullet over the head, almost tightly, passed. Looks like the shooter was aiming right at my belly.

But he was not lucky - he missed. So I can still enjoy the warmth. And then, frankly, I got sick of spending the night under a bush. This is not a combat exit for you - there is at least some equipment there. And here, except for the hateful Zekov's robe, nothing is planned. In the morning it will be necessary to look through the remaining houses, maybe at least some clothes will be found there. And until that time, it would be better not to trade too much - they will not understand it that way. Since everyone here is so scared and armed ...

I throw another portion of newspapers into the fire. There are still enough of them, I won’t freeze at night, all the more so that it will soon begin to warm up anyway. Winter, thank God, is over, there will be no more snow. True, it will most likely rain ... well, at least not sleet ... And that is God's gift!

I make myself comfortable on a bed I made from the remains of furniture and several packs of glossy magazines. You look, however, and here this dirty trick has crept! True, it is not visible that anyone here read this turbidity - the packs were not even opened. It must be assumed that all this multi-colored chewing gum for brains was sent here only according to the order. For I strongly doubt that a normal hard-working man would read all this waste paper. Except in the toilet. Although ... this paperwork is harsh for such purposes. You can read something else, but ... spoil the body ...

I tear off the cover and wipe my boots with the colored (albeit slightly faded from time to time) mug of a well-known ‘human rights activist’. Well, the idiot's dream came true - he brought the people (in my person) all possible help. I wonder what they were thinking about there, in Moscow, sending bundles of such waste paper here? Like, the hard-working people will read it, but they will be imbued with it ... I wonder what he should be imbued with, according to the plans of the distant 'ideoluffs'? Certainly not a passion for the universal planting of ‘democratic values’. Rather, to the immediate massacre of certain individuals.

I mentally look at myself from the side and chuckle. Surrealism though! A whole major of special services, a grated militant and opera, with considerable experience in military operations, is curled up on a newspaper and magazine mat and is quietly shivering from hunger and cold. I would gather my strength, cut, for starters, some kind of bow ... I would get hold of more modern weapons ... and begin to level the world for myself. And here, here you are - I'm sitting crouched, and from a banal cold a tooth does not fall on a tooth.

Ash people

- You're lucky, damn it! The man seated at the table grunted. He was wearing a dark gray jumpsuit that had previously belonged to an employee of some technical service. On the right sleeve was a wide white armband with the inscription "SB". He had a worn holster with a pistol hanging from his belt.

His opponent, who was currently dealing cards, only smiled, baring his mouth with the remnants of teeth once knocked out in a fight. Unlike his comrade, a tall and stocky man, he was thin and short, just below average height. Red hair was neatly combed to one side and smoothed down. He was wearing a dark green hunting suit. It was striking that the clothes were almost new, but the size for the owner was clearly inappropriate - too large. The sleeves of the jacket were rolled up to the elbow. On the right hand there was exactly the same bandage as his opponent. His weapon - a SKS carbine, thin hung on a carnation, hammered into the side of the front door.

“It happens…” he answered vaguely to his interlocutor. - Isn't that always the case? And before the underpants, it used to be lost ...

Well, it must have been somewhere else! I don’t remember such cases… – the first of those who spoke doubtfully shook his head. - On trifles - yes, it happened, I saw it. But seriously... You, this, look at me! And then after all, I won’t look, what a sidekick! For such jokes, the demand is completely serious!

- What are you, Shumila? Well, honestly, always, get out, you like who you want to ask!

- Yeah ... Nobody wants to play cards with you ... So, let's have one more! Uh-huh… More! Yourself!

- Nineteen.

- Ho! Twenty! - and a man in overalls grabbed a watch from the table. - That's it! There is a god in the world! Now I would like to get batteries for them ...

- Khromy has a box, I saw it myself. You won't be denied.

"Where is he going?" Shumila smiled smugly. - There are few such that they would refuse me!

The front door banged, and a new character appeared on the threshold of the room. With the same bandage on his arm and, too, in gray technical service overalls.

- What do you want, Mitya? Shumila muttered. Can't you see I'm busy!

- There, on the road, it seemed that some kind of motor was working. Tractor, sort of.

What night is the tractor? You didn't go crazy for an hour? Yes, and the solarium is all under lock and key, what will your tractor drive?

– Do I know? Vitek also said that it was a tractor.

- Well, where is he?

- Can't hear it anymore...

- So hit the barrier and check! Am I supposed to stomp my feet there?

Glancing at the gamblers, Mityai went out the door.

Another man was waiting for him outside. A gloomy-looking big man in a gray jumpsuit. In his hands he held a machine gun, which seemed like a toy in hefty paws.

- Sheep wildebeest! Mityai spat on the ground. - Go, he says, and check for yourself!

Pulling a carbine out of the sidecar of the motorcycle, he clicked the bolt, checking the weapon.

- Let's go, right?

The big man suddenly stepped forward lightly. His large figure moved with minimal noise, it was clear that he had no experience in such movement.

The couple approached the barrier.

Modified by unknown masters, it was a bizarre sight. On top of the sharp metal rods sticking out in all directions, each one almost a meter long, he was also entangled in the Fidget. Steel bands swaying in the night breeze clanged softly against sharpened points, creating a strange ragged melody. Crawling under the barrier or jumping over it was almost impossible. And to the right and to the left of the road, the same Egoza was stretched. The people who built this fence, having a very rough idea of ​​\u200b\u200bfortification, had instead large stocks of barbed spiral. And gratuitous labor force in sufficient quantities. Therefore, the lack of experience was more than covered by a large number of barriers stretched everywhere.

Going up to the winch, Mityai removed the handle from the pole and began to turn the winch wheel. Creaking, the structure, formerly called the barrier, began to slowly rise up. Finally, a passage was formed under it, sufficient for a person to crawl under it. Putting the winch on the stopper, both partners made their way under the tinkling rings of wire and moved along the road.

They walked the first hundred meters, not really looking and listening. The forest for almost fifty meters was cut down here, and visibility remained quite decent. Then the big man stopped and listened.

– What is there? Mityai glanced displeasedly in his direction.

- Quiet you! his partner spoke in a whistling whisper. - Shut up! Don't interfere!

He knelt down, as if sniffing.

– What are you? His friend sat next to him. - Why did you sit down?

- The smell ... smells of spent solarium.

- And the hell with it? There are cars going around here, and it smells.

– When did they come here? For a week already, read, no one went out. Exhaust is fresh!

“So this is ...” Mityai said, looking around cautiously. - Maybe, well, to hell with him, huh, Vitek? Let's tell Shumila, they say, there is no one here and that's it!

– And if there is?

- Yes, and to hell with him, huh? Let them watch here during the day. You never know what happens here, in these forests? Byut, people left like this on the road and ...

- ... yes, no one returned back! Tuta in the vicinity, you know what they just didn’t turn back! Even under Yezhov, in the coffin to make him hiccup, they began. Yes, read that to the very end, tossing and turning.

- Fairy tales! – swept aside the indecision of the big man. - Hunt for you, so sit here. And I’ll take a walk to that turn, there is a ravine there. I'll look at him.

Vitek seized the machine gun more comfortably and stepped forward. A little behind him, falling further and further behind with each step, Mityai trudged along. He held his weapon like a stick, looking around fearfully at every rustle. After walking another twenty meters, he completely stopped. Squatting on his haunches, cautiously looked around the close bushes.

Glancing in his direction, the big man only spat on the ground and moved on. The road in this place slightly lowered, diving into a small hollow. For a few moments, he disappeared from the eyes of his partner. When his figure was again in his field of vision, it seemed that he even added to the speed of movement. Having reached the ravine, Vitek stood on its edge, peering down. It was completely dark, and what he wanted to see there, Mitya was not clear. After standing like that for about two minutes, the dark silhouette turned around and slowly wandered back. He disappeared into the hollow again and after a while was already quite close.

- Well, what is it, Vitek? – impatiently asked his partner waiting for his return.

Ash people

- You're lucky, damn it! The man seated at the table grunted. He was wearing a dark gray jumpsuit that had previously belonged to an employee of some technical service. On the right sleeve was a wide white armband with the inscription "SB". He had a worn holster with a pistol hanging from his belt.

His opponent, who was currently dealing cards, only smiled, baring his mouth with the remnants of teeth once knocked out in a fight. Unlike his comrade, a tall and stocky man, he was thin and short, just below average height. Red hair was neatly combed to one side and smoothed down. He was wearing a dark green hunting suit. It was striking that the clothes were almost new, but the size for the owner was clearly inappropriate - too large. The sleeves of the jacket were rolled up to the elbow. On the right hand there was exactly the same bandage as his opponent. His weapon - a SKS carbine, thin hung on a carnation, hammered into the side of the front door.

“It happens…” he answered vaguely to his interlocutor. - Isn't that always the case? And before the underpants, it used to be lost ...

Well, it must have been somewhere else! I don’t remember such cases… – the first of those who spoke doubtfully shook his head. - On trifles - yes, it happened, I saw it. But seriously... You, this, look at me! And then after all, I won’t look, what a sidekick! For such jokes, the demand is completely serious!

- What are you, Shumila? Well, honestly, always, get out, you like who you want to ask!

- Yeah ... Nobody wants to play cards with you ... So, let's have one more! Uh-huh… More! Yourself!

- Nineteen.

- Ho! Twenty! - and a man in overalls grabbed a watch from the table. - That's it! There is a god in the world! Now I would like to get batteries for them ...

- Khromy has a box, I saw it myself. You won't be denied.

"Where is he going?" Shumila smiled smugly. - There are few such that they would refuse me!

The front door banged, and a new character appeared on the threshold of the room. With the same bandage on his arm and, too, in gray technical service overalls.

- What do you want, Mitya? Shumila muttered. Can't you see I'm busy!

- There, on the road, it seemed that some kind of motor was working. Tractor, sort of.

What night is the tractor? You didn't go crazy for an hour? Yes, and the solarium is all under lock and key, what will your tractor drive?

– Do I know? Vitek also said that it was a tractor.

- Well, where is he?

- Can't hear it anymore...

- So hit the barrier and check! Am I supposed to stomp my feet there?

Glancing at the gamblers, Mityai went out the door.

Another man was waiting for him outside. A gloomy-looking big man in a gray jumpsuit. In his hands he held a machine gun, which seemed like a toy in hefty paws.

- Sheep wildebeest! Mityai spat on the ground. - Go, he says, and check for yourself!

Pulling a carbine out of the sidecar of the motorcycle, he clicked the bolt, checking the weapon.

- Let's go, right?

The big man suddenly stepped forward lightly. His large figure moved with minimal noise, it was clear that he had no experience in such movement.

The couple approached the barrier.

Modified by unknown masters, it was a bizarre sight. On top of the sharp metal rods sticking out in all directions, each one almost a meter long, he was also entangled in the Fidget. Steel bands swaying in the night breeze clanged softly against sharpened points, creating a strange ragged melody. Crawling under the barrier or jumping over it was almost impossible. And to the right and to the left of the road, the same Egoza was stretched. The people who built this fence, having a very rough idea of ​​\u200b\u200bfortification, had instead large stocks of barbed spiral. And gratuitous labor force in sufficient quantities. Therefore, the lack of experience was more than covered by a large number of barriers stretched everywhere.

Going up to the winch, Mityai removed the handle from the pole and began to turn the winch wheel. Creaking, the structure, formerly called the barrier, began to slowly rise up. Finally, a passage was formed under it, sufficient for a person to crawl under it. Putting the winch on the stopper, both partners made their way under the tinkling rings of wire and moved along the road.

They walked the first hundred meters, not really looking and listening. The forest for almost fifty meters was cut down here, and visibility remained quite decent. Then the big man stopped and listened.

– What is there? Mityai glanced displeasedly in his direction.

- Quiet you! his partner spoke in a whistling whisper. - Shut up! Don't interfere!

He knelt down, as if sniffing.

– What are you? His friend sat next to him. - Why did you sit down?

- The smell ... smells of spent solarium.

- And the hell with it? There are cars going around here, and it smells.

– When did they come here? For a week already, read, no one went out. Exhaust is fresh!

“So this is ...” Mityai said, looking around cautiously. - Maybe, well, to hell with him, huh, Vitek? Let's tell Shumila, they say, there is no one here and that's it!

– And if there is?

- Yes, and to hell with him, huh? Let them watch here during the day. You never know what happens here, in these forests? Byut, people left like this on the road and ...

- ... yes, no one returned back! Tuta in the vicinity, you know what they just didn’t turn back! Even under Yezhov, in the coffin to make him hiccup, they began. Yes, read that to the very end, tossing and turning.

- Fairy tales! – swept aside the indecision of the big man. - Hunt for you, so sit here. And I’ll take a walk to that turn, there is a ravine there. I'll look at him.

Vitek seized the machine gun more comfortably and stepped forward. A little behind him, falling further and further behind with each step, Mityai trudged along. He held his weapon like a stick, looking around fearfully at every rustle. After walking another twenty meters, he completely stopped. Squatting on his haunches, cautiously looked around the close bushes.

Glancing in his direction, the big man only spat on the ground and moved on. The road in this place slightly lowered, diving into a small hollow. For a few moments, he disappeared from the eyes of his partner. When his figure was again in his field of vision, it seemed that he even added to the speed of movement. Having reached the ravine, Vitek stood on its edge, peering down. It was completely dark, and what he wanted to see there, Mitya was not clear. After standing like that for about two minutes, the dark silhouette turned around and slowly wandered back. He disappeared into the hollow again and after a while was already quite close.

- Well, what is it, Vitek? – impatiently asked his partner waiting for his return.

- Yes, some kind of nonsense ... - he answered in a whistling whisper. “Let’s go back, there’s no one there.”

Mityai breathed a sigh of relief, turning towards the barrier. I took a couple of steps and heard the steps of my friend behind me. “It’s strange! His heels are shod, but they don’t clang on the asphalt at all! But he walks quickly, not like at the beginning, there is some noise, but there should be ...” Catching himself on this thought, the bandit turned to the side his comrade.

Sparks flashed before his eyes!

A powerful blow with a chained butt butt crumpled and disfigured his face. A cry ready to break from his lips, choked in the gushing blood.

"He's shorter! And he moves faster. It's not Vitek!"

But the hunch that flashed through his fading consciousness could no longer help Mitya. A second later, the narrow blade of the knife took out his heart...

Squatting down next to the still convulsing body, the dark silhouette held his legs so as not to attract too much attention to itself with the noise. After waiting for it to stop moving, the attacker wiped his knife on the clothes of the murdered man and put it back. He pressed his finger to the tangent.

- Grach is here. The second is ready.

- Sixty-fourth accepted. We move to the gate.

Several dark figures slipped almost silently through the remaining open passage and crept up to the building.

- Lost - Rook.

- In touch.

Do you see windows?

- Yes ... - the sniper who climbed onto the barn clung to the sight. I'm watching two. Both are sitting at the table. One looks at the door, the second into the back of the room. So… they play cards. I don't see any weapons at the person sitting facing the door. The second has a pistol in a holster.

– Is there anyone else?

I don't see it from my position.

- Ready?

– We are working!

***

Having reached the door, one of the dark figures rose and splashed something on the jamb.

A few moments passed. The oil that got on the hinges has already done its job.

The door slowly opened...

- And this time, Shumila, do not blame me - my winnings! All to be honest, he gave up!

The second player threw cards on the table in annoyance.

- No, Shustrik, yet the people do not just market for you! The loser got up from his chair. - To hell with you, take ...

Ash people

- You're lucky, damn it! The man seated at the table grunted. He was wearing a dark gray jumpsuit that had previously belonged to an employee of some technical service. On the right sleeve was a wide white armband with the inscription "SB". He had a worn holster with a pistol hanging from his belt.

His opponent, who was currently dealing cards, only smiled, baring his mouth with the remnants of teeth once knocked out in a fight. Unlike his comrade, a tall and stocky man, he was thin and short, just below average height. Red hair was neatly combed to one side and smoothed down. He was wearing a dark green hunting suit. It was striking that the clothes were almost new, but the size for the owner was clearly inappropriate - too large. The sleeves of the jacket were rolled up to the elbow. On the right hand there was exactly the same bandage as his opponent. His weapon - a SKS carbine, thin hung on a carnation, hammered into the side of the front door.

“It happens…” he answered vaguely to his interlocutor. - Isn't that always the case? And before the underpants, it used to be lost ...

Well, it must have been somewhere else! I don’t remember such cases… – the first of those who spoke doubtfully shook his head. - On trifles - yes, it happened, I saw it. But seriously... You, this, look at me! And then after all, I won’t look, what a sidekick! For such jokes, the demand is completely serious!

- What are you, Shumila? Well, honestly, always, get out, you like who you want to ask!

- Yeah ... Nobody wants to play cards with you ... So, let's have one more! Uh-huh… More! Yourself!

- Nineteen.

- Ho! Twenty! - and a man in overalls grabbed a watch from the table. - That's it! There is a god in the world! Now I would like to get batteries for them ...

- Khromy has a box, I saw it myself. You won't be denied.

"Where is he going?" Shumila smiled smugly. - There are few such that they would refuse me!

The front door banged, and a new character appeared on the threshold of the room. With the same bandage on his arm and, too, in gray technical service overalls.

- What do you want, Mitya? Shumila muttered. Can't you see I'm busy!

- There, on the road, it seemed that some kind of motor was working. Tractor, sort of.

What night is the tractor? You didn't go crazy for an hour? Yes, and the solarium is all under lock and key, what will your tractor drive?

– Do I know? Vitek also said that it was a tractor.

- Well, where is he?

- Can't hear it anymore...

- So hit the barrier and check! Am I supposed to stomp my feet there?

Glancing at the gamblers, Mityai went out the door.

Another man was waiting for him outside. A gloomy-looking big man in a gray jumpsuit. In his hands he held a machine gun, which seemed like a toy in hefty paws.

- Sheep wildebeest! Mityai spat on the ground. - Go, he says, and check for yourself!

Pulling a carbine out of the sidecar of the motorcycle, he clicked the bolt, checking the weapon.

- Let's go, right?

The big man suddenly stepped forward lightly. His large figure moved with minimal noise, it was clear that he had no experience in such movement.

The couple approached the barrier.

Modified by unknown masters, it was a bizarre sight. On top of the sharp metal rods sticking out in all directions, each one almost a meter long, he was also entangled in the Fidget. Steel bands swaying in the night breeze clanged softly against sharpened points, creating a strange ragged melody. Crawling under the barrier or jumping over it was almost impossible. And to the right and to the left of the road, the same Egoza was stretched. The people who built this fence, having a very rough idea of ​​\u200b\u200bfortification, had instead large stocks of barbed spiral. And gratuitous labor force in sufficient quantities. Therefore, the lack of experience was more than covered by a large number of barriers stretched everywhere.

Going up to the winch, Mityai removed the handle from the pole and began to turn the winch wheel. Creaking, the structure, formerly called the barrier, began to slowly rise up. Finally, a passage was formed under it, sufficient for a person to crawl under it. Putting the winch on the stopper, both partners made their way under the tinkling rings of wire and moved along the road.

They walked the first hundred meters, not really looking and listening. The forest for almost fifty meters was cut down here, and visibility remained quite decent. Then the big man stopped and listened.

– What is there? Mityai glanced displeasedly in his direction.

- Quiet you! his partner spoke in a whistling whisper. - Shut up! Don't interfere!

He knelt down, as if sniffing.

– What are you? His friend sat next to him. - Why did you sit down?

- The smell ... smells of spent solarium.

- And the hell with it? There are cars going around here, and it smells.

– When did they come here? For a week already, read, no one went out. Exhaust is fresh!

“So this is ...” Mityai said, looking around cautiously. - Maybe, well, to hell with him, huh, Vitek? Let's tell Shumila, they say, there is no one here and that's it!

– And if there is?

- Yes, and to hell with him, huh? Let them watch here during the day. You never know what happens here, in these forests? Byut, people left like this on the road and ...

- ... yes, no one returned back! Tuta in the vicinity, you know what they just didn’t turn back! Even under Yezhov, in the coffin to make him hiccup, they began. Yes, read that to the very end, tossing and turning.

- Fairy tales! – swept aside the indecision of the big man. - Hunt for you, so sit here. And I’ll take a walk to that turn, there is a ravine there. I'll look at him.

Vitek seized the machine gun more comfortably and stepped forward. A little behind him, falling further and further behind with each step, Mityai trudged along. He held his weapon like a stick, looking around fearfully at every rustle. After walking another twenty meters, he completely stopped. Squatting on his haunches, cautiously looked around the close bushes.

Glancing in his direction, the big man only spat on the ground and moved on. The road in this place slightly lowered, diving into a small hollow. For a few moments, he disappeared from the eyes of his partner. When his figure was again in his field of vision, it seemed that he even added to the speed of movement. Having reached the ravine, Vitek stood on its edge, peering down. It was completely dark, and what he wanted to see there, Mitya was not clear. After standing like that for about two minutes, the dark silhouette turned around and slowly wandered back. He disappeared into the hollow again and after a while was already quite close.

- Well, what is it, Vitek? – impatiently asked his partner waiting for his return.

- Yes, some kind of nonsense ... - he answered in a whistling whisper. “Let’s go back, there’s no one there.”

Mityai breathed a sigh of relief, turning towards the barrier. I took a couple of steps and heard the steps of my friend behind me. “Strange! His heels are shod, but they don’t clang on the asphalt at all!

Instead of snow, there is radioactive ash. Instead of the sky - low vaults of bomb shelters. Instead of arable land - a dead desert. Instead of the future - a black hole of a tunnel, at the end of which no light is visible ...

In a world incinerated by nuclear war, a human life is worth less than a piece of bread, a single cartridge, a breath of fresh water and clean air. And the question is not “how to survive in this merciless future”, on the ashes of civilization, among the desperate, crippled by radiation sickness, brutal demi-humans, but how, while surviving, to remain a man yourself.

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  I am having fun. I was interested in one of the discussions on the topic of a possible work about the world of Star Wars. I don't know Star Wars canon and never write anything that I haven't personally seen so I decided to play a little joke in this realistic fairy tale. Don't take this seriously, even though I'm not lying outright. Most of the text is true. But still don't take it seriously. This is a fairytale. They say a fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it. A hint of life, which is quite possible in one of those parallel universes that exist somewhere. The heroes of the fairy tale live in a deeply parallel world. Whether this is fact or fiction is up to you! But I assure you that although all characters may have originals, any resemblance will be completely coincidental. Moreover, most of what I described was just a dream when I was sick. This is just an effect on the brain of high temperature. For a couple of nights it only barely reached forty degrees and, probably because of this, my dreams were especially colorful. Almost alive. If only they weren't so horrible. Just because of this, I tried to smooth out some points from the dream a little. For example, don't expect a harem. It's a complete nightmare. What to expect? Neural networks, Arvar and Aratan empires, an Agra mad scientist and slaves. That's why in most of the books I've read, the main characters end up exclusively in the Aratan empire and become prominent scientists, engineers, or whatever. Especially for their rescue, the military of Aratan chase the poor Arvar slavers all over the frontier and save them from dirty paws... And if they didn't save them? If you, with the collar of a slave, are forced to obey the slave trader, who is not the first time visiting our long-suffering Earth in search of worthy "meat"? And if we are a little so lie about the slave owners? They don't talk like that much. Read at your own risk. The story is over.

• Dark Goddess Talisman
  Artamonova Elena Vadimovna
  Children's, Children's action
  

  Before Zizi had time to recover after meeting with evil spirits, everything starts again! The girl is pursued by a dog with burning eyes and an unknown villain is trying to kidnap her. After all this, she would have to sit quieter than water below the grass, but would Zizi refuse the offer to become the chosen one of the mysterious Moon spirit and ... fly over the earth like a bird! With bated breath, she goes to an ominous wasteland. In the silence of the night, a mysterious voice is heard, and then in the blinding light of lightning...

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• Celtic cross
  Ekaterina Kablukova
  Ancient , Ancient literature , Romance novels , Love-fiction novels
  

  What to do if your brother is executed on charges of conspiracy, the land is confiscated, and you yourself are under house arrest? Of course, just get married! Yes, not for anyone, but for the head of the Secret Chancellery himself. And now let the enemies hiss in the corners, you know that your husband will be able to protect you from the royal wrath. But can you protect your own heart?

• Devil's daughter
  Kleypas Lisa
  Romance novels, Historical romance novels, Erotica
  

  Phoebe's beautiful young widow, Lady Claire, though she's never met West Ravenel, is sure of one thing: he's an evil, corrupt bully. During his school days, he made her late husband's life unbearable, and for that she will never forgive him. At a family wedding celebration, Phoebe meets a dashing and incredibly charming stranger, whose attractiveness makes her feel hot and cold. And then he introduces himself... and turns out to be none other than West Ravenel. West is a man with a tainted past. He does not ask for forgiveness and never makes excuses. However, upon meeting Phoebe, West is overwhelmed at first sight with an irresistible desire ... not to mention the bitter realization that a woman like her is out of reach for him. But West does not take into account that Phoebe is not a strict aristocratic lady. She is the daughter of a strong-willed wallflower who eloped long ago with Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent - the most diabolically vicious rake in England. Phoebe soon decides to seduce a man who awakened her fiery nature and showed her unimaginable pleasure. Will their all-consuming passion be enough to overcome the obstacles of the past? Only the daughter of the devil knows...

• Astrolabe of Destiny
  Aleksandrova Natalia Nikolaevna
  Science Fiction , Detective Fiction , Horror & Mystery , Detective & Thriller , Detective
  

  Lucrezia Borgia was portrayed by great artists, poets admired her beauty, but the illegitimate daughter of the Pope went down in history as a symbol of deceit, cruelty and debauchery. Who was she - a femme fatale, whose gaze no man can resist, or an obedient doll that her father and brother used to achieve their goals? According to legend, Lucrezia owned an unusual mirror that showed the future and gave advice to its owner. It was it that once saved Lucrezia's life.

  Over time, the silver mirror made by the Venetian master became a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation through the female line.

  Today, the owner of the artifact is Lyudmila, the daughter of a wealthy businessman who recently lost her husband, who died under strange circumstances. Modest, lack of initiative, all her life she obeyed the will of her cruel father. However, once looking into the mirror, Lyudmila saw a completely different woman in it ...

• Forever Southerner
  Chick Diane
  Romance novels, Love-fiction novels
  

  They say you shouldn't go home. And I came back, although I knew that things would get worse.

  Especially when on the very first night after returning, I ran into a sexy vampire in a cemetery. He's not exactly my type, but life didn't go the way I planned. And I just want to get the hell out of this city. A sexy vampire is attracted to me, but I barely know him. That's what I'm telling the killer who kidnaps me. Honestly. I barely know the guy she's after. But she still uses me as bait.

  And a sexy vampire is definitely worth all the trouble.

• Lestons (SI)
  Batsman Evgenia
  Fiction, Fantasy, Romance novels, Love-fiction novels
  

  One morning the Lestons woke up and realized that they were a new race. Why didn't they understand this before? Who is outside their country - friend or foe? Or maybe they are enemies themselves? But there is no time to think. A terrible force is moving on their lands. What should they do: run, surrender or accept the challenge? Nobody will tell. Even the wisest can make mistakes. The Lestons is an amazing tale of choice, growing up and accepting yourself.

• Vampire Fight Club
  Jon Larissa
  Romance novels, Erotica, Love-fiction novels
  

  When a wave of violence rolls close to home, werewolf and CBP nurse Vladlena Paskelkov decides to infiltrate a paradise of vice led by a dangerous and sexy vampire...

  Legendary - and world-weary - Nathan Sabin is the manager of The Thirst, a wildly popular vampire club...and a secret underground fighting arena. But Nathan - a rare diary - has other, explosive secrets, like the new, beautiful nurse Vladlena. The only thing they can't hide is the passion that burns between them...

  Now in an otherworld divided by revelry and violence, depravity and revenge, Nate and Lena will find out what risks they will have to take ... and what desires to succumb to.

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• royal passion
  Lee Geniva
  Romance novels , Historical romance novels , Erotica ,
  

  A look, a kiss, and everything changed forever.