Beauty salon

What's the best thing have you ever experience in life? A fancy dish? Get a better job? Lose weight? Traveling? Well for me it's love. This year I learn a lot about life and I realized the big difference between living and existing. There is a wonderful film called "El Erizo" that teaches about life and death. Let me ask you, what would you like to be doing in the moment of your death? And, I have another question, Why you are not doing it already?

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The old jeep glided over the bumps in the road again. The snowflakes were dancing in the yellow beam of the headlamp. Gleb was sitting next to Yar. The Blabber settled between Tik and Alka who were bouncing in the back seat.
“I have an apartment at school,” Yar said to Gleb. “We can discuss our next move over a nice bottle of red wine. I’m so happy to meet someone from Earth…”
“A bottle of red wine, that’s quite something!” Gleb said. “The only thing is, Yar, you and I are from one planet, from Earth, but not from the same world.”
Yar looked at Gleb, puzzled, and said, “What do you mean? Well, you told us about your life in Starogorsk.”
“I lived in Starogorsk for a while, about a month. However, I come from a different world. You know, our worlds are similar, though there are differences. My Earth is probably younger and life there is not as comfortable. But now it doesn't matter anymore. I'll tell you everything later, all right?”
“But… How did you get here?”
“A train. A strange train going to the Bridge Station.”
“This Bridge Station comes up once again… We just can't escape it,”Yar said.
“Well, I guess you’ve already heard about it.”
“Yes. I think the train is not simple - it goes through several parallel spaces, so if you get on the train and ride for a long time, you can find yourself in another world. You have any idea who's behind it?”
“Hard to explain. By the way, we tried to find this Bridge and blow it up thirty-five years ago,” Gleb said.
“Why?”
“We knew that for some reason ‘Those who command’ really needed it, which meant it hurt people. We couldn’t find it... My wife died during a skirmish on a rail track.”
“Did you have a wife? Oh, sorry for the stupid question,” Yar said.
“Yes, I was married… but for a short time,” Gleb said.
“What about children?”
“No... You know, Yar, I still regret that I couldn’t talk my fellow traveler out of returning.”
“What fellow traveler?” Yar asked.
“He was a boy of twelve years. Yurka. Together we left Starogorsk to search for the unknown. He had friends in Starogorsk. He first came with me, and then suddenly he said, ‘No, I can’t leave Helka...’ This happened immediately after the paper dove with the Sparky caught up with us.”
“You know, I don't get it. Who was that boy? Was he from your world?” Yar asked.
“No. He was from your world, from your hometown Neisk,”Gleb said.
“But why did he go with you?”
“It's a long and strange story. He grew up without a father and did not know anything about him. And then he suddenly decided that his father was an interstellar scout. He says, ‘Where is he to be found, if not in this entanglement of space and time.’ You know,Yar, he may have a point. At least here, on the Planet, there is one scaderman... Yar! Have you ever had children?”
Yar suddenly felt his palms get sweaty.
“No, I haven’t… as far as I know. But how did he know that his father was a scaderman?”
“He didn’t know anything. It was his fantasy. His mother once said to him in the heat of the moment, “No one on Earth can say where he is and what’s being done to this drummer.”
“Yar-r, mind your driving!” the Blabber said behind. “Keep the jeep quietly along!”
Yar hardly turned the wheel and the jeep swerved from the side of the road onto the snow-covered track.
“Why the drummer?” Yar asked. He felt his heartbeat ringing in his ears.
“Yurka saw an old picture that his mother had. There was a courtyard, a girl and three boys in the picture. Two of the boys had wooden sabers, but the other boy in the picture had a homemade drum. Yurka noticed that there were similarities between him and the drummer in the picture. He guessed that it was his father the one he never saw.”
“Gleb... Have you seen that picture?” Yar asked.
“No. Yurka told me...”
“The drum... Was it made from an old cooking pot?”
“Yes, that's right. But how did you… Man, I can't believe it! I think we met for a reason.”

Yar pulled the jeep over. His hands were running out of strength and he felt ashamed of his sudden weakness. He said, “Guys, just give me a minute to get things together, okay?”
“Yar, come on. I'll take the wheel,” Gleb said.
“No, I’m fine. I just… just want to ask…” Yar quickly turned back.” “Tik, would you penetrate space so that I can visit Earth? You can do that, can't you, Tik?!”
“Sorry, Yar, but I cannot. I was able to move through space and come to your star cruiser because I knew exactly where to go...."
Yar took a deep breath, sat in silence for a few seconds, then put the jeep in gear.
“Okay then,” Yar muttered.
“Yar, your son must be, like, over fifty wherever he is now,” Gleb said gently. “It’s a kind of time-travel paradox.”
“Does any of this matter now?” Yar asked.
“Well, we'll have to try something else...” Gleb said uncertainly.
Yar smiled sadly and said, “What? Gut Blabber, give the mannequins the Sparky and ask for their help in return?"
“Fortunately, that's impossible,” Gleb said.
Yar sighed and said, "Yurka... I wish I knew more about him. I wish I knew anything..."
"The Windies. They fly everrrywhere. They know everrrything. This is my advice," the Blabber said from behind in his mechanical little voice.
“All right, that's great, but how do we find them? A fat lot of use you are!” Gleb said with displeasure.
"I know where they are," Yar said. "They’re in the Empty City. The school holiday starts soon and we can go there, right, Tik?”
Ignatik was silent for a long time. The jeep pitched from side to side over the icy, snow-covered road. Finally, Ignatik said, “No, there is no need to go to the Empty City. There is a place much closer. I can show you the way."

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After arriving home, they sat beside the cosy open fire, listening to the wood crackle. Ignatik said, “You know, the Windies usually meet together in the forest meadows sometime before the New Year and turn into ordinary boys for a short time. They do this to feel like kids again. They play, have fun, and see friends.”
"So do you know where these meadows are?" Gleb asked with disbelief.
Ignatik nodded and said, "One such meadow is very close, at Black Lake. It is eight kilometers from here... Don’t worry, the Windies are good fellows. You’ll  see.”

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The room had unpainted wood-panelled walls. Along one wall, there were book shelfs. Framed drawings and engravings hung on another one. A triple-barrel shotgun stood at the head of the bed.
Gleb removed piles of books from the table and arranged teacups on it.
“But why did Magister say that you were a terrorist?" Yar asked.
"For ‘Those who command’, I was a terrorist," Gleb said. “I appeared here when the war between the left and the right banks of the River was formally over, but it was still turbulent around the cities and in the forests. I was still a boy then. I learned to shoot straight, despite wearing glasses, and earned myself a nickname – ‘Shooter’.”
"And.... who were you shooting at?"
“At ‘Those who command’, of course. They led the so-called Pacifying Units.They had no use of the war anymore, and they decided to immediately put things in order on the peninsula. First, they pitted armed groups from different banks against each other, and then disarmed those who were weaker. They destroyed weapons, but people... well, it was a case by case situation… Some people were set free, but those who were starting to suspect something wrong… I've seen enough and learned to shoot. We had a man who knew how to cast special bullets. He put a spell on them, as they did in the Middle Ages. But, Yar, we shot not only ‘Those who command’. We also shot those who helped them. We couldn't change that…”
“What happened next?”
“As the time passed, I realized that it's pointless to go to war with them. I don’t know where they came from and what is their nature, although I've given it a lot of thought. Maybe they are aliens from another planet. One thing I know for certain -- they belong to a race of parasites. They're like… cockroaches in the kitchen.”
"And you stopped shooting and decided to keep a cleaner space.”
“Honestly, I did it without much success. Well, I was all over the country. I was protesting in public and trying to shake people up. I got nicknamed Gleb the Wild. I've written books… By the way, the expression “Those who command” is mine. That was the title of one of my books. They soon banned my books and burned it.”
"Listen, Gleb... This crazy idea of a sentient galaxy they are talking about, what is it? Well, is it like a church or a cult or something?” Yar asked.
“This theory is extremely naive. I had a talk with their clay philosopher before I...” Gleb stopped short and looked at the kids. “In general, their theory states that the galaxy is a huge empty brain, not filled with any information so far. They send information into space in the simplest way with the help of explosives to create vibrations. As a result, there is a mess and all these Invasions… In addition, our cute clay friends do not mind closing the time spiral in a circle so that everything spins in an infinite loop!"
“What would they do that for?”
"I believe that they want to gain time in order to achieve a wider goal,” Gleb answered Yar. “Our galaxy is developing and expanding in its own way and will not wait to be filled with their minds... ‘Those who command’ are a race of cosmic parasites. They don’t even have their own physical shell so they have to use statues and mannequins as their bodies… Yar, have you ever thought about returning to Earth and bringing a large well-armed landing party to clear the Planet of all the parasites?"
After a pause, Yar said, "Not at first, but then I did and then again no. Gleb, I realized that the aliens could not change the world. They could probably blow up a planet, but not save.... And what about you, Gleb? Did you try to return home?”
Gleb swiftly answered, “No. I did not try and do not want to. It seemed to me than that I was needed here, and it was enough for me. I have everything I want here... Anyway, the Planet is just like Earth."
Yar scratched his chin thoughtfully.
Gleb continued his explanations, “You see, the dimensions are densely packed together like transparent cubes... And here our parasites have broke something in this cell structure during their explosions and experiments. The cubes had covered with cracks and moved... A young novice journalist Gleb Vyatkin tripped on some metal rails and was brought here through one of these cracks...”
“Can we see the gun?” Alka asked, making puppy-dog eyes at Gleb and pointing to the double-barreled shotgun hanging on the wall.
“No way!” Yar shouted.
Gleb took the gung off the wall and said to the kids, “Here, take it. It's not loaded. In fact, the gung’s spring is removed, so even if you want to take a shot, you can’t. Now... it's a museum piece now.”
Tik and Alka came up to Gleb.
Suddenly, like a gunshot, a mechanical voice came on - a voice that Yar knew.
"Yar-r! Hello! How are you, scaderman?"
Yar jumped up and removed the green lampshade.
In the corner, at the ceiling, was a small funny creature - a tight baggie with wire hands and legs. The creature was clunging to some strained rope under the ceiling as its legs flopped around cheerfully. A face drawn on the baggie was smiling.
“Blabber!” Yar was really surprised. His heart started racing. Yar looked back at Gleb. "Gleb, can I ask him a question? Look, it won’t die because of it, will it?"*
“I’ll neverrr die,” the Blabber screamed joyfully. “Ask me a trrrillion questions! I have eternal energy inside of me!”
"Shut up, Mr. Blabbermouth!” Gleb said. “Don't mind him, Yar. He has been living with me for nine years and he hasn’t gotten any smarter."
"You didn’t get smarter!" the Blabber said. "The only smart thing you ever did was putting the magic Sparky in me!"
“Is it true?” Yar asked Gleb.
Gleb laughed and nodded, “It's the safest place to hide. Magister wanted me to give him the Sparky, but now it belongs to Blabber, and he would never part with something so precious."
"Never!" the Blabber confirmed. "As long as I have Sparky in me, nothing can be done with me. Ha-ha, I'm, like, invincible."
“You know, I have trouble shutting him up,” Gleb said.”But sometimes he gives good advice.”
The gun suddenly went off with a loud bang. The Blabber fell to the floor, and the cups flew off the table.Тhe room filled with blue-gray smoke and with a faint scent of gunpowder. There was a ringing silence in the room.
“I thought you said it doesn’t fire,” Ignatik said with guilt in his voice.
“Intolerable scandal!” the Blabber screamed from under the table.
Gleb rushed to the boys and grabbed the gun out of Tik’s hand. He cleared his throat and said, “What the devil! There's no bullets in there! The trigger isn’t working! How is - how is this even possible?”
“Tik. It's all him,” Alka said smugly. ”He can do a lot more than that just by thinking it.”*
“It’s like letting children get hold of matches…” the Blabber screamed, climbing the wall.
Gleb sat back in the armchair and began to laugh...
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*The Blabber. A man-made intelligent creature that you can create with your own hands from a piece of cloth, several sticks or pieces of wire and sand. You can do the Blabber only in a quiet place. The sand is poured into a piece of cloth, then the cloth is tied. A face is drawn on it and “hands” are attached from the sides, after which the Blabber is hung somewhere on the wire. As a result, he comes to life and can talk, tell stories or just keep conversation. But you need to talk with him carefully. The most important thing is not to ask him any questions. The fact is that the Blabber can answer any question, but only once. If you ask him a second
question, he immediately dies and turns into a handful of sand in a piece of cloth.
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*Ignatik (Tik) has the superpower to take some of his fantasies into reality, but sometimes they’re unconscious.

To be continued...

Hello, 

this is my first time that i write an english message on a site. I'm not a good student or they aren't a good courses because i did a lot of english courses to improve it, but no ones helped me really. 

Now, i try this way. 

I'm italian and i'm available to exchange my italian with english and i hope to share with your my beautiful language and country and help you.

see you soon 

There is an island which used to a bare place only with several tress, however, with the construction of some tourist the island has great change than before.

First, the trees have been remained in the same place, so the original feature of the island has been kept. Secondly, the accommodation areas have been constructed in the west as well as the East of the island. Thirdly, the restaurant, reception and pier have been constructed in the middle of the island. Forth, the traveler would be able to swim in the beach which locate in the west of the island.

The island would be take fully advantage by tourist, there would be more ships and peoples come to here to enjoy the place.

Hello, Marina!
How glad I am to be your secret Santa! I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I hug you and wish that next year will be not only successful for you, but also warm, fluffy, caring and cozy!

Hey, God, the creator, He, oh, He loves you, loves you so that you have no idea, really no idea!

Yes, He has a plan for you, a plan of great great love.

Give yourself to Him, because God, the Lord of heaven and earth, wants you personally.

Everybody has a first try. Ok, this will be the mine. 

The time is changing and nobody knows about anything, even if they are sure about their knowledge. 

But here I am, trying to write three coherent sentences about nothing. This is what I am and I don't want to be anything else.

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