
In search of the ideal
Continuation of the story "The Mad Tanner." Yevgeny Zamyatin is no more, but his story isn't over. Such people don't leave this world without a trace; their obsession and passion can't simply vanish from this world, as the law of conservation of energy dictates.
At night, a homeless man rummaging through the waste felt something warm in a pocket.
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Читать ещёГлава 1Copying and distribution of the work without the author's consent is prohibited.Sequel to the book "The Crazy Tanner"PrologueThe door slammed shut with a dull thud, cutting Anna off from the rainy evening, from the wet street, from the shop window with the abandoned jacket. She leaned her back against the door and closed her eyes.Silence. Homey, warm, but somehow alien.She stood like that for a minute, maybe two, trying to feel the warmth of the dwelling, but her body still remembered the cold. Her clothes clung to her skin, her hair was wet and fell in heavy strands over her face. A shiver ran through her body — whether from the cold or from the nervous tension of the last hours."Need a shower," she said aloud, and her voice sounded hoarse, alien.Anna took off her shoes, threw her wet sneakers by the door and went into the bathroom. There, without turnin…
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