Suddenly the light becomes dim.
A ballet dancer is smoking nervously
In the pack of cigarettes.
The sun is shining by a cash office,
The last year's snow is still lying,
And there is a plastic life around.
This story can be called a brother of the tale "Every". It is also unique in own way, but it does not stand out from other tales about love, despair and boundless talent.It is a story about stars and a travel of two homeless souls among the heavens by searching lone happiness. It is a story about unfortunate destinies of a dancer and an artist. That's why I dedicate it to the person, who can find her own happiness, I believe that. And to the person, who was achieved by boundless talent.
Mayollalec, my dear, it is the least that I can do for you.
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Plastic Life [English]
Short StoryWe couldn't burn all stars in the universe. We weren't able to blow out all cigarettes on the Earth. Author: Izzy-G Translator: Abandonée The permission of the author is given