dark fiction
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Story 9 – The Present
– Happy birthday, Viacheslav Dmitriyevich! – Ah, Pasha, spasibo bolshoye! Come in, come in, please, don’t just hang there! Masha! Maria! Where are you? Take the coats! Pashka and Anna arrived! – All the best, Viacheslav! Wishing you so much success with your research at the Institute. – Blagodariu, Anna! – And here is something… Continue reading
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Story 7 – Grishka (or The Last Day in Izovo)
“Is that Grishka?” – Olga grabbed Misha’s forearm. – “Look, look, over there, by the broken flower bed.” – She gazed in the distance, then turned to Misha: “Grishka… Him, for sure!” Misha dropped his backpack on the cracked concrete tiles of the platform and looked across the square in front of the train station.… Continue reading
