Weed. Buyanov A.I.

The endless sea of ​​the sun -burned steppe, spreading at your feet. The nostrils are expanded, they are overthrown from the spicy smell of thousands of herbs, the pulse of a deaf drum fraction gives their temples, the pupils run in different directions, unable to stop, and the body covers the cold, despite the heat, sticky sweat. You are standing, with difficulty spreading his eyes filled with a nasty, already dried mucus, and you look around, not believing yourself. Because this cannot be... because in the endless embroidery it soars, spreading the wide wings, a predatory bird, and then on a bright blue background of the sky, the two moons are slowly floating after another... This is not the earth. This is another, young and wild world. The world in which a person is just beginning his timid and uncertain steps. The world in which you have to live. He is ready to accept you, despite the fact that you are a stranger to him. A weed brought from another planet. Even if this planet is called the Earth. Go ahead, a person, because there will be no road back...