She used to walk her big black dog here every night. The dog was already running and calmly sat at her feet. She - again in a long black coat with silver patterns, in black boots with metal stilettos, in soft leather gloves - looked into the distance of the dark city, to where the outlines were lost and trees were only guessed, and behind them were the walls of houses. We stood together, she looked at me with interest, but was silent. They were silent together, because they liked not to break this silence, they liked just looking at this darkness, feeling each other and the dog next to each other.It seemed that we communicate with her not even exchanging thoughts, but communicating mood to each other. She was calm, well, and at the same time she remembered and dreamed. I suddenly had an understanding that she knows everyone in this city in general, remembers everything about everyone. And she loves them, and loves to fantasize about their future. Now it was clear that she knew everyt

One shell hit the water and gave only a tall gray tight fountain, and the second turned the edge of the swamp and solid earth, raising a cloud of mud and slurry, groaning deafly in the ears and falling asleep with small branches, foliage, sticky pieces of soil. Breaking branches, a hopelessly dirty schmuck fell out of the bushes onto Ratmir. The face, streamlined with brown strokes, was recognizable as a lieutenant - the platoon commander, in whose stronghold it all happened. There was always almost nothing to see here because of dense shrubs and a solid wall of treetops above, which did not let in sunlight. But now, in the clouds of dirt raised by the explosions and fine suspension of water, plucked leaves and small branches, it was now completely impossible even to determine where anyone was. Instead of all landmarks, the only noticeable points were bright short erratic flashes of breaks. The sound was also not clear - it was impossible to determine the range and strength of the cla

The filmmakers, all five of them, were sitting not far from Kloss's tent. It was amazing to feel with your asses how quickly the sand cools in the evening. Just hot, frying, and after fifteen minutes it is pleasantly warm, and after another fifteen minutes - chilling, drawing heat from the body, like a pump. The sun in these parts was setting quickly and it was getting dark just as quickly around. Crimson reflections on the horizon were already in a completely black sky, and in the battalion camp, lighting lanterns burned with juicy balls, searchlights searched the surroundings from the towers with tight white beams.There was an unusual bustle in the camp for this hour. Dinner was crumpled, the soldiers quickly choked on porridge and bread from plastic bowls right on the street, without going inside the dining room. They quickly washed down with tea, lined up and fled, another platoon ran in their place, huddled at the delivery window. The weapons hung on everyone's shoulder, or stuc

"Keep the line!" the politicals roared at each other in the crowd. "Hold the chain," the officers of the city guard yelled at their men. The formation of the police and the crowd of opposition put pressure on each other. Those who were in the first ranks already had a fright in their eyes, which were crawling from the effort on their foreheads, the back ones crushed with all heroism. Smoky streams of tear gas sprayed from behind the shields, people in the crowd bent over, hiding their faces with their hands, receded. The crowd slowly backed away, the guards poured into the vacated patch, in contrast to the gray mass of the guards, these in black were awesomely equipped. It seems that they will have a breakthrough direction here - they will cut the crowd, then they will cut it into pieces. They need to be distracted. I chatted Muscle to attack.On the right, Zartak's ultras were hurriedly lining up in a column of eight people opposite a loose chain of police, apparently hastily assembl

Ratmir looked at the thickets around him and was surprised. He remembered the swamps as trees, but he had never had a chance to lie down like this, without being distracted by anything with his muzzle in the ground. The captain was waiting for the appearance of lavenders on the road and was amazed that he did not know about the existence of a whole separate universe of life from nature on this floor. Dozens of different forms of small insects swarmed among the roots, busy with pressing matters. It suddenly seemed to him that he did not see the difference between the flies, which he had previously considered disgusting and charming butterflies. Everyone here had a legal residence permit, friends and enemies, a mission.All these little bits of life climbed through the mud and grass stalks - also colorful and varied. Some stems stuck out powerfully, like a power line pylon, or a pillar of stability, firmly and solidly. Others - thin, shaking in even a small wind, intricately making thei