Maybe I’ll come. You can write an SMS once you will enter a pub. Now I have to go because I’m beginning to feel sad. – See you later. – See you later. She crosses the office threshold. R220. The blue lining suppresses the clatter of pins. She passes the neighboring offices: credit, marketing, budget, coffee machine, sandwich machine, vending…
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BZDETY
Bzdety (Silly stuff) are fleeting yet unforgettable moments that, despite their seeming lightness, leave a mark and change something forever. The greatest paradox of writing is that the young possess time, passion, courage, and language – but lack the raw material: the deep, endless well of life experience. The older writer, by contrast, has access to that well, yet no…
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THE RAT
“This is for you…” “For me? Really? It’s beautiful,” she said, gently stroking the glossy black lacquered body of the two-seater car. “Can I take it for a spin?” Between the black shadow merging with the darkness of the world and her black dress, a pair of silver keys dangled. The muted glow of the moon left a luminous kiss…
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Na Termopilach ja się nie odważę… | At Thermopylae I do not dare…
It’s Thursday. The holidays are coming to an end. Another chapter of life is closing behind me. I’ll look back on it with a sense of sorrow — just as I do with every moment from the past. Though perhaps “sorrow” isn’t quite the right word. It’s more like nostalgia — a bittersweet feeling.A few days ago, I saw a…
