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And the written words-symbols began to turn into people, plants, animals... So, in place of the desert appeared a garden filled with fragrance of flowers and singing of birds. And the people there sang, danced, and smiled talking.
When woke up next morning, I packed my bag and went to school. The school was quite a long way from the home I had go by a trolley bus from the Paliha street to the Pushkinskaya street. That day the trolley buses were out of order, and I had to go to school on foot. It was spring, and sunny. And when I turned round a corner near the cinema "Russia", the handle of my bag broke off. The bag opened up, some books; my pencil-cave fell to the asphalt. I quickly collected everything and already was about to go towards the school when a strange man dressed in a bright red coat called my name. And stretching to me a silvery pencil, he said - "This is yours". I took it unconfidently and the strange man told me - "Run to the school or you will be late". Without thinking twice I throw the pencil in my bag. I put the bag under my arm and confidently walked to the school.
(Oleg Arnautov)
Since then the most incredible things have become usual.
(Oleg Arnautov)
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"The museum of the "4che"
When I was a child I had a dream... "A Desert. An afternoon. The sun. Very hot. From four directions four men are going towards each other they are absolutely different, of different color, features, in different clothes. One of them hold in his hands a transparent vessel with water, another - a bowl in which fire is burning. The third of them caring some soil on a plate, and the hands of the fourth of them seem to be holding something, though there’s nothing in them. Having converged in one point, they turn into one small person, a teenager. His clothes were bright red, and in his hand gleamed in the sun a silvery wand like that of a conductor. This boy, of my age then, began to write indistinct symbols on the sand. He wrote them in the air, laughing and playing with them, moving still further from the place where he had come in being as well.
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