"Do you know what the devil's real name is?"- No."The devil's true name is the divider.""What does he share?"- Soul of man."What are you getting at?""Let's watch the white birds of the world flying above us." As you can see, all the birds are looking for food.  As soon as they find it, a force unknown to us appears in the birds, causing them to peck at their fellows. This force is called differently by different peoples. I'm talking about the devil, but to be more precise, we are talking about the Russian devil.- What is Russian is different from the devil of the devil, which I imagine other people?- The Russian devil is a devil who does not hide his true face. He openly declares who he is. Not only does he have no conscience, but he claims that we should forget about conscience. He asks that we be tempted and fulfill our most secret desires."White monk, in other words, you mean that his Kingdom has already

Milana's umbrella pulled her toward the Sun, as if it wanted Milana to touch the star that covered the earth with the light of ISIS. The intersection of the three roads that led to the bend in her destiny presented her with an inescapable choice. A choice that filled Milana's soul with an answer. The answer to the question of who will meet her on one of these roads reveals even less the secret of her dreams. In dreams, where she felt the love of an angel who kept the peace of her soul. It may be easier to forgive a person than to accept and love them again. Milan's love is on a different continent, but how far they are from each other, because pain does not bring people closer, but pushes them away from each other, like negatively charged particles that do not attract each other. Milana entered the road in the middle of the intersection. She walked through the desert of a parallel world, where she was met by a young man outwardly, but an old man at heart. "Who are you?" 

"Grandfather, tell me about the time you kissed your grandmother on the Eiffel Tower!""Roma, This is the tenth time you've heard it!"- You can listen to it forever!"Well, then, don't miss this moment. You usually fall asleep when I finish telling this story."I promise!" I won't miss it!- Arranged…The blue-painted clouds, the secret-hiding leaves, the bench creaking with age, and the lanterns lighting up the Moscow night did not foretell my meeting with the strange woman who was walking in the Park. Gorky with an umbrella in his right hand, although it was not raining. I stood next to aspen and smoked a cigarette, not knowing how this night would change my whole life. A self-confident and narcissistic young man with dark hair and gray eyes. I did not yet understand what true love is and what it takes to reach the highest point of the sky in Paris. I tossed the coin up and looked at which side it would fall. I saw an eagle on the