Read me never. Sad sniper

Perhaps this is only hallucinations.

Hello, my reader. My book is a collection of contemporary not similar to each other.

In each prose there is an opposite of reality: silent love, strange conversations, insomnia of my heroes, a lot of sadness and coffee.

" On the day of the day I turned on the film projector, which brought winter on the morning of March. I watched the film behind the film. I drank a lot of coffee. The Christmas tree, that we dressed up half an hour before the New Year, stood for another two years. I did not clean her. I did not see the point of shooting toys, as I did not see, and then it makes sense to dress up a green tree for one night in a year. Sometimes I went to our place. Where Martha and I rode on carousels. He sat down on the place where he was sitting that evening, and imagined that she was with me. Chatting about nonsense, laughs like a child, and fragile snowflakes melt on her face. ”