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Дорогие друзья! Утро сегодня выдалось литературным, ведь перед нами стояла о-о-очень нелегкая задача: выбрать победителей нашего первого конкурса историй. Вообще, как и любое другое подобное мероприятие, целью нашего конкурса было, естественно, продвижение нашего проекта www.lingvistov.ru, но меньше всего при выборе формата конкурса нам хотелось проводить популярные сейчас «конкурсы лайков», когда победителем становится обладатель наибольшего количества сердечек к посту. Мы хотели вдохновить вас на творчество и активное использование английского языка для выражения ваших мыслей. И, должны признаться, результаты превзошли все наши ожидания. Нам хотелось бы выразить искреннюю благодарность всем участникам конкурса, ведь мы знаем, насколько трудно порою выразить мысль даже на родном языке, не говоря уже об иностранном. Рассказы оказались самыми разнообразными, а сюжеты - непредсказуемыми и захватывающими. Мы и представить не могли, что написанный Ландыш вводный параграф может получить такое продолжение: детективы, триллеры, романтические истории и даже фэнтези с летающими драконами и целой страной эльфов! Некоторые из рассказов в очередной раз доказали всем известную истину о том, что размер не имеет значения, поскольку среди конкурсных работ нам попадались как объемные произведения, так и «чеховские» новеллы, раскалившие наше и без того больное воображение :) Итак, представляем вам список участников нашего первого конкурса историй:

  1. Анна Александрова ?

    He woke up because of the movement the train made when it came to a halt. People started to get up from their sits and reach for luggage that was safely stored over their heads. The sun went through the curtained windows in the whirl on glowing dust. Outside there were delicate arches of Grand Central in New York and bustling crowds of comers and goers. He bent over to pick up the newspaper he dropped while asleep, when he saw an envelope lying on the table. Inside there was a piece of paper with just one line “I know who you are”. 

    Of course, he understood what it is about. After all it was extremely difficult to hide under the guise of a simple trader. But now it was much easier “to be just a simple trader” than to be the person he was in fact. He turned over a new leaf; he did away with what he had been doing before…he wanted to believe it. 

    Once started with petty theft, eighteen-year-old Jerry Korvez decided to play at large. And he paid the price for the five years of his life. The world changed slightly when he had regained freedom. There was nothing to do, and he was never going to return to normal life. But maybe...take a chance again? So, he did it. He found his old childhood friend with whom they were engaged in petty thefts.  Jerry asked him to give him a chance. Marty decided not to refuse him, he had expected it. Marty knew his friend better than others. He was sure that Jerry would return. Now Marty Hiell had the authority which had been acquired during the absence of his friend.  He could give Jerry another chance.  Is it a petty theft again? Oh, no. Just now Jerry had the chance to do something that he had never done before. 

    Since childhood little Jerry Korvez has been interested in weapons. From his father's old gun he fired at the bottles and targets. But the guns were not his true passion. On the thirteenth birthday his father who was a former military man gave him the rifle in the hope that one day his Jerry will become a superior military. But hopes of Korvez Senior were not destined to come true. On that day Jerry promised that he would never shot at the man.  But now Jerry Richard Korvez Junior was forced to break his promise. It was the indisputable condition of deal. And he agreed… 

    Becoming a hired killer Jerry got everything he could ever have dreamed of. Right from the start he was afraid. Murder is not a stealing. This is something that requires concentration, determination and chill in the heart. With bated breath, taking sight at a guy whose life he had to pick up, Jerry saw all the moments of this man’s life.  But his hand didn’t tremble, and he pulled the trigger of his rifle. Jerry didn’t feel anything as nothing had happened. It was very easy for him to kill a person. And he was slightly shocked by his own composure.

    When he was twenty-five Jerry became the most famous and popular killer in the criminal world.  He got everything he wanted so much: money, a kind of fame and power. It was the life that he liked. But there is one very well-known rule in life: everything must be paid for. And life made Jerry to pay.  One day he and his friend Marty got a particularly important task.  But everything ended not as they expected: only Jerry returned home alive. Marty died in his arms, and the task remained unfulfilled. The death of a friend broke Jerry. At that moment he made a decision: to sheath his rifle, forget about the criminal world and start another life. But before doing this he had to finish what he and Marty left uncompleted. In very short terms Jerry found a man whose life he had to pick up, fulfilled the task and took revenge for his friend. It was the last job of Jerry Korvez. 

    And now after 10 years, an arms dealer Jerry Richard Korvez Junior decided to visit New York, the city of his past. He has recently come here, but the past has already started to persecute him. Whom he needed? Everything has been done. Everything is over.  Jerry thought that now his life would be quiet, that everything he did he left here in New York.  But someone thought differently. And now Jerry Korvez should find out, who this man is and what he wants.

  2. Анастасия Лыбина ?

    He woke up because of the movement the train made when it came to a halt. People started to get up from their sits and reach for luggage that was safely stored over their heads. The sun went through the curtained windows in the whirl on glowing dust. Outside there were delicate arches of Grand Central in New York and bustling crowds of comers and goers. He bent over to pick up the newspaper he dropped while asleep, when he saw an envelope lying on the table. Inside there was a piece of paper with just one line “I know who you are”.

    He paled. Grasping the note and grubbing his luggage, he ran from a train, and in the next second was in a toilet. He was shocked, angry, and absolutely crazy. He locked the door and dashed to the mirror. Frightened, sweaty face was looking at him. Trying to calm down, he washed his face with cold water. It helped a little bit, at least, it cleared his mind and he started to think logically. “Who could write this note? Someone really smart and powerful, probably. But how did he find out?  I have always been so cautious and provident! But what if… No, not possible. Was my hardest work, but I did my best. No one will ever know… “. Quiet sound of unlocking the door interrupted him. He felt cold sweat on his forehead. Scared, he slowly turned his head. A man in dark coat was looking right at him. “I know who you are” – he said in deep voice. “And it`s time for justice. For taking what you are worth”. He stepped back as the man moved forward. He felt on his knees, crying and asking for mercy. The last thing he felt was man`s heavy hand on his forehead.

    Bright light flashed for a second, and both men disappeared. 

  3. Виктория Леонова ?

    After reading this sentence, he immediately looked around and made sure that he was no one was watching, he began to scrutinize the envelope and letter. The envelope was simple, white, not a single clue, and the note was printed, not hand-written, which also does not prove anything.   Hmm ..    " Interesting"-thought flashed through his mind. "What does all this mean?" Removing the envelope in his pocket, he hurried out of the train. It was early autumn, it was painted in bright colors, running beside rushing crowd did not notice people. He decided to immediately call Brad, his  best friend. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone and dial another, lifted the phone to his ear. After a lot of rings on the other end of the machine came a familiar husky voice. "Yes, sir", said Brad. "It's me, Sam, I'm in the middle, and I need to talk to you urgently, let's meet? Explain everything at the meeting", "well, we meet in the park" - said Brad.

    Sitting in the park Sam puzzled recalled how he could have pierced? And he remembered what did it all began.

    A month ago

    The doorbell rang insistently and I walked to the door. On the threshold I saw my best friend. He stood there, breathing heavily, and was all wet and red. He looked like he just ran a marathon. "What's the matter, Brad?", I asked, "You look like a rushed here from the other side of the planet, where you been?" But Brad did not appreciate my sense of humor and just looked at me grimly, "Not funny, Sam, I have to you an important conversation, and you must act immediately"

    -but what is it?

    - I investigated the case of the missing items from the children's home № 10, remember?

    -Yes, I remember

    - It's a children's home in which he was your identity holds?

    - Yes

    - And so I picked up the archives and found something. Namely documents on your enrollment in an orphanage. You said that you had been planted, but on the documents you have given with the consent of your parents, there is their signature as well as the names. I made inquiries and found out that they are alive and live far from here, in Bridgeport. I think you should meet with them, remember you wanted to know who you are? You had the chance! Use it! Do you hear me? "And delirium looked me in the eyes, I read them in the hope and belief in menya.No I could not believe my ears. My parents are alive. Thought frantically rushed through my head, but I knew one thing, Brad is right, I should find them.

    I was ready to go in three days. After reviewing all the documents that brought me Brad, I learned that the parents called Susan and David Harrison. At noon I moved to Bridgeport. After a while I was there. Reseeding with local train to bus, I even felt a lump, and the gathering of gorlu.Vot my stop, my heart beat faster. Approaching the house, I long hesitated to go. But then they came out, they saw me right away, but gave no sign. I decided that I did not recognize. Approached and asked politely: "Do not live here if David and Susan Harrison?". The answer surprised me. Susan slant on David, and he, in turn, muttered something and walked quickly to the road, and then by Susan. I decided to follow them and went after them, trying to be noticed. After going some way, they disappeared into the alley. I followed them, but there was a dead end and only one door. It opened easily, inside was fresh and light, despite the fact that the light source I have not found, and the windows are not there at all. Then I heard footsteps behind, turning, I saw David in dense stands to me. Glancing at him, I saw my gray-green eyes. Then I longed to sleep. Woke up in the same room, I lay on the couch, sitting in front of me, Susan and David. I immediately got up, but my mind was still clouded. My parents treated me very strangely and looked at one another. David began to talk, "I'm sorry for sleeping gas, we did not want to hurt you. Why did you find us? "

    - I would like to learn about yourself. I wanted to know you.

    - "You do not have to do that, it's very dangerous," - whispered Susan. She was very frightened.

    -why? Do not you have no desire to know what your son? How does he live? Where is he now?

    - Of course it was, but we could not afford it, we would have exposed you to great danger.

    -What kind of danger? What are you?

    -we can not say, that ticket back to New York, back home immediately. You must leave the city as soon as possible.

      Susan gave me a ticket. And then I realized that I started all this in vain. Perhaps they just did not want to know his son.

    Snatched the ticket from my  mother, I rushed to the door, pulling it toward you with full force,  I ran into the street and started to run to the stop, I wanted to finally finish it all and forget how bad dream.

    On the way back, I kept thinking, why do they do it? They are still together, why they got rid of me? But all these thoughts in my head ached, and I fell asleep ..

    Scrolling through the story again, Sam felt lonely. Feelings came flooding back, it seemed a moment, and they will lead his scrip, this searing pain .. "Sam" - Brad's voice interrupted the flow of his thoughts - "What happened? Why did you come back so quickly? You did not find them? "-He filled up his own questions.

    "No, I found them, but they shoved me back, and on the way back, I planted it here," and put his hand in his pocket, Sam pulled the familiar white envelope. Brad took the letter, looked at Sam, again on a note .. "What is it?", He said finally.

    -I do not know

    but then the phone rang. Caller's number.

    -yes, I'm listening

    - Did you get my message to you? - Deaf sharp voice asked Sam

    - Who are you and what do you know about me?

    - This is not a call. If you want to know everything, come to the cafe on the West Side, "and the caller hung up.

    Brad looked expectantly at Sam, who slowly and stunned cleaned phone in his pocket.

    "I must go," said Sam, "can I call you later? I have to meet with the man, he'll tell you about the parents'

    "Yes, of course", and could only tell Brad.

    Sam got to the cafe quickly. Going to the cafe, he sat down at an empty table. Immediately after a few seconds, he noticed how he began to approach an older man. When he reached it, he stopped and looked closer attention to it. Then he ran down his face a smile, and he sat down next to Sam.

    - "Good evening, Sam" - the old man said politely.

    - Good, is that you called me?

    - Yes, that was me. You know, I thought you would never see you again.

    - But who are you? And what do you know?

    - I Richard Harrison,  Your grandfather.

    Sam's eyes nearly felled on the table.

    - What did you say?

    - I'm your grandfather. You know, your parents are secret agents. And little is known by other names. When you were born, they did not want to hurt you so you gave to an orphanage. You do not judge them. They are always watching your life in every way to help you, while you were in the orphanage. They could not contact you. They would be calculated, and your life would be in danger. I do not say in what you orphanage. So when I heard that you went out to the parents, I decided right away to meet you.

    - So wait, you're kidding me right now? What are agents? Why then do they have to you have left?

    - Understand, then it was a difficult time. They were forced to.

    - All so confusing, for one day with me so many things happened. My head is now full of porridge.

    - Yes, I understand that you need to think things through and understand. Let's meet tomorrow here and I'll tell you the whole story from the beginning. And believe me, I would not deceive you. I have only one grandchild.

    With that Richard rose heavily and walked to the exit. Sam still sat in the cafe and thought about the conversation. He decided that tomorrow is sure to come here all the words and can be true. And he is finally able to find a family. But now, he decided to go home and take a bath and go to bed, and everything else he knows tomorrow ..

    Epilogue.

    After this evening in the life of Sam, everything changed, realized his dream, he found a family. Now he spent every Sunday with his grandfather. With his parents, he is also seen, but it was a secret. No one needs to know about it. Now in his life, everything fell into place. I can confidently say that he is happy. Now he's not alone.

  4. Дарья Крюкова ?

    He woke up because of the movement the train made when it came to a halt. People started to get up from their sits and reach for luggage that was safely stored over their heads. The sun went through the curtained windows in the whirl on glowing dust. Outside there were delicate arches of Grand Central in New York and bustling crowds of comers and goers. He bent over to pick up the newspaper he dropped while asleep, when he saw an envelope lying on the table. Inside there was a piece of paper with just one line “I know who you are”.

    Several times after reading the note, James looked around for someone who could throw her. None of those present did not cause serious suspicions.  

    "Perhaps, this note was lying there before my arrival and was addressed not to me" - James thought and left the train.  He headed toward the house. James walked down the empty street.  Suddenly it seemed that someone is following him. He slowly turned around, but saw no one. But this did not calm him. James quickened his pace and soon did run.  After a while it seemed to him that he ran away from his pursuers.  But suddenly he tripped on something and fell.  James quickly got up and looked around and saw a little creature that flies around his head.  James was afraid and he opened his mouth to call for help. But at this point the creature said:

    "Hello, James. I am an elf from the country of Dreams. My name is Andromeda. I came to ask you for help."

    " So it was you wrote that strange message? What does that mean?" - asked James.

    " It was me. I know who you are. You're elected."

    " I am not understand."

    " Our country long ruled by King Gilderoy. He was a very wise elf. He had the gift of foresight, and one day he said that the country will because all the people will die. World of elves and the human world are linked. If people are going to die, they will not be able to dream, and therefore we will die too. But only one man can stop it. His name is James Kleytorn. Ten years passed. Gilderoy king died and the prediction forgotten. But once the war between elves and dragons. Dragons ruthlessly destroyed our people. But they were not enough. They wanted to kill all the elves. Dragon Lord - Hurricane soon popadetv human world. You need to stop it or it will destroy humanity!  "

    "But how can I stop the furious dragon?!"

    "You possess the greatest gift."

    "What a gift?"

    "I don't know. You will understand that this is the right time. Let's go!"

    "Where are we going?"

    "In the forest. "

    "There is a portal from which it appears Hurricane. You have to stop him from out of the woods."

     ***

    The forest was dark and scary. James and Andromeda were long. Suddenly elf stopped and whispered, "We're here."

    They hid in the bushes and waited.

    After an hour in the air to open the portal and he appeared. Menacing, violent, violent dimensions King of Dragons. James was shocked by the power of being. He ceased to believe in what he is elected. He tried to escape, but the elf pushed James out of the bushes.  Hurricane saw James. "This is the end ..." - thought unhappy before the dragon raised his paw. James pochestvoval searing pain in his arm. He was wounded. All arm was covered in blood. Dragon swung again, but James jumped aside.

    Suddenly he heard a voice in his head :"The foolish man thinks that can withstand the great hurricane."

    "I can read the minds of dragons. This is my superpowers! Now I will have an advantage over him." - James thought.

    Listening thought dragon James realized that he wants to hurry out of the forest to destroy humanity.

    "Dragon's  weak place are the eyes." - said the elf.

    "Andromeda, hold it. I climbed a tree and jump on him." - said James.

    He armed himself with a stick, picked the tallest tree and climbed up on it. Once on top, he looked down.  At the bottom of the dragon tried to burn Andromeda, who threw stones at him and branches.  James closed his eyes and jumped on the Hurricane and stuck a stick in his right eye. The dragon roared furiously and fell to the ground. James fell with him and lost consciousness.

    ***

    In the morning, James woke up in his bed. "It was a dream!" - He thought. He tried to get up, but it prevented a sharp pain in his shoulder. James looked up and noticed a scar.

    dragon

  5. Кристина Тоскина ?

    He woke up because of the movement the train made when it came to a halt. People started to get up from their sits and reach for luggage that was safely stored over their heads. The sun went thought the curtained windows in the whirl on glowing dust. Outside there were delicate arches of Grand Central in New York and bustling crowds of comers and goers. He bent over to pick up the newspaper he dropped while asleep, when he saw an envelope lying on the table. Inside there was a piece of paper with just one line “I know who you are”

    Oh, I forgot to submit a character. He is name is Genre Broun. He is 25. Now he is moving from the countryside to live in a big city. Why so late? He is very modest and shy guy and he thought that all his life he would live in his native countryside. But life is made. For living, he found cozy house, with a Grand piano in addition, on the outskirts of a town.

    The first night in the new house.

    Hmm, I can't sleep... not giving peace a note from the train, which now lies in the living room. A lot of thoughts in my head, but now there is no time for reflection. Need to sleep, tomorrow early in the morning to go for an interview at the Conservatory of music. This is my dream.

    Good Morning! The dream was very sweet. The horror! Late...  Dressed in haste, did not have any breakfast, run to a meeting, I'm not too late, thank God!

    But the work would not take me, they said that I did not fit. Returned home, I decided to clean up because in the morning I brought chaos. It seems, all cleaned up, left the paper. I want to throw it away, but my eyes involuntarily read the inscription "do not worry, still feeling lucky". I'm probably crazy, but I write the answer "Thank you". And I put the paper back on the piano. The remainder of the evening he spent in the search for the work.

    The next morning, he woke up with the idea of the note, and ran up to the piano, but the paper was empty and this pattern was repeated day after day.

    After a few weeks he decided to sell the piano, despite the fact that he knew how to play, because he took up a lot of space, and money would not be superfluous. He decided to do it through the Internet, but for this it was necessary to make photographs of the external condition of the piano. The paper was excess in the frame, and Genre clean up its. On a piece of him waiting for a new message:

    Hello Genre. You probably want to know who writes to you the message. It's me - the former owner of the piano. He was to me and my profession and hobby, but what to say, with a Grand piano was connected all my life, so also after death I can't leave it. Do you think that the previous owners of the house just decided to give you a piano, no, they got rid of the piano together with me. But I'm glad that you answered me. I feel kind of lonely. Here with me only my hound dog Faster, I'll not bother you, but you do me a favor...

    In that same moment he heard the great music of the piano. It was the last drop of reason in his head. He ran out of the house, far away. After some time he was cold and went toward the house. For the return him waiting for a new inscription in to paradise or hell paper. And he began to read,because he was already nothing to be afraid. There was the text:

    Do not be afraid, my friend. Open your heart to the music, let it be piano become a satellite of your life, and I will help you in the long way. You only begin ...

    And Genre sat down to play the piano, and he played everything he knew, from children's songs to the works of the great composers. His invisible friend had not deceived him. Genre became famous, his name was shining on the posters and...

    He woke up because of the movement the train made when it came to a halt. It seemed to him that he dreamed something, but now he was sure that he had everything will be good. He is not lost in the crowd, he will live and conquer this world of kindness and openness of his heart!!!

  6. Даниил Яковенко ?

    Mysterious Messages

  7. Валерия Клюева ?

    He woke up because of the movement the train made when it came to a halt. People started to get up from their sits and reach for luggage that was safely stored over their heads. The sun went through the curtained windows in the whirl on glowing dust. Outside there were delicate arches of Grand Central in New York and bustling crowds of comers and goers. He bent over to pick up the newspaper he dropped while asleep, when he saw an envelope lying on the table. Inside there was a piece of paper with just one line “I know who you are”. 

    Margaret came to a kitchen and brought him a cup of hot coffee. She took a newspaper he just read. He tried to get it from her warm hands, but failed.

    “Come on, John, what’s wrong with you?”, she asked.

    First headline made Margaret cry. “Oh my God… It’s terrible…”

    The article was about the murder of a 12 years old girl, Alice March. She was raped and killed in the park nearby their apartment. There was a photo – faceless, cut with a knife little body of that poor girl, lying on the grass, without any clothes. No, it wasn’t girl. It was a pound of flesh – and it was disgusting. Margaret ran to the sink – her stomach was going to bare it’s contents.

    John took the newspaper and took another cup of coffee.

    They knew Alice March – she was in the form with their son – Gary. And Alice in the classroom two years ago when Gary went in the window and said that he can fly. It was too late when ambulance came – Gary died from blood stroke.

    Margaret has always been extra sensitive, but since that accident she’s become nervous and panicked all the time something extreme was happening.

    John’s tired from this situation. He’s tried so many times to get back to normal life. He asked so many times Margaret to think about another child, but for these two years every conversation about kids has finished with tears, crying, yelling. Everything seemed senseless.

    Next day John came home with shuffle he took from their garage. Margaret was surprised and asked him about shuffle. John was too tired and just went to his room.

    Margaret came upstairs and screamed: “What is that mean? I asked you! Tell me, John! You don’t talk to me since the Gary…”. And she started to cry. She fell down on the carpet and cried about twenty minutes. John was lying on the bed in shoes and dirty coat, still holding shuffle in right hand. He didn’t hear the crying outside – he was thinking. He’s just buried all the evidences of his relation to the murder of Alice. He hided dead white rabbit with red eyes, her clothes and knife with her blood in the place nobody will find it.

    When he went out his room next morning he almost fell down because Margaret still slept on the carpet. Her blond hair was in mess, she was smiling. That was the women he fell in love with ten years ago. But now… Now everything’s changed.

    He took a cup of coffee and new newspaper. He should be careful. Shuffle was already in garage.

    While going home after work John was deep in his thoughts. “Nobody knows. Nobody will know. At least I did everything the same way he’s told me”. Near the park John stopped and took a glance at an old oak. Little shadow went out from it’s shelter in the hollow. It took a minute to make silhouette of Gary. He was in a big hat, strange costume with wide sleeves and plenty of pins all over it. In one hand he took a cup. “Tea?”, asked a shadow.

    “N-no”, answered John. “I did what you wanted. Can you bring me back my son? Can I see him? Can we go?”

    “Yes. But first – and only this can help you get your son back – you have to sacrifice your wife and…”

    “But she’s his mother! How can I sacrifice her?”

    “Oh, don’t you think she still be safe for him” Don’t you think she won’t make a harm him?”

    “Ok, and then I can take my son?”

    “Sure. I promise.”

    John went into bedroom totally exhausted. His dead wife was still bleeding on the kitchen floor. He closed eyes – everything was too bright to look at. Gary will live wit him – somewhere near the sea, in a small house. They will be happy – just they, nobody else in hundreds of miles.

    He fell asleep.

    Near the oak John found Gary – body with destroyed half of face, broken legs and in the clothes he fell from the window two years ago.

    He woke up in the train. That dream chased him for weeks. He escaped to Europe and sat on the train to France. He picked up a newspaper and found an envelope on the table. He was alone in compartment. In the window he saw the station – Austerlitz. And there was a silhouette under the watch. Someone was in haze, waiting for John. But the next moment he decided that was just a dream – still a dream. Train stopped.

    John took a breath and opened a door of compartment – door in new life.

  8. Юджина Куклина ?

    He woke up because of the movement the train made when it came to a halt. People started to get up from their sits and reach for luggage that was safely stored over their heads. The sun went through the curtained windows in the whirl on glowing dust. Outside there were delicate arches of Grand Central in New York and bustling crowds of comers and goers. He bent over to pick up the newspaper he dropped while asleep, when he saw an envelope lying on the table. Inside there was a piece of paper with just one line “I know who you are”.

    He turned his heads to the right and left – but no one was looking at him. He took that piece of paper and put in his pocket.

    When he came home, he forgot about this strange situation in train for a while. He showered, changed clothes, and made himself a cup of coffee. And only then, while he was sitting in the cozy armchair, drinking his coffee, he had felt something in his pocket.  Surprised, no, the better verb will be – paralyzed; he reached out a small piece of paper. «I know who are you». Whom this message was addressed? Why this piece of paper was laying near HIS seat?

    Bewildered he was frozen in an armchair.

    ***

    She opened the door, turned on the light and signed with relief. She was watching him all the way to New York. Yes, exactly, it was he! It couldn’t be anybody else! It was her father who had left her 26 years ago. But now she found him. She gave him a sign. He must guess from whom this message was. And from this moment everything gonna be alright.

    ***

    He tried to remember his faults. Last 5 years, at least. Some lies, broken relationships, a lot of pain which he brought to some people..It was too much for him to remember. Stop. One action couldn’t get off his head many years. His daughter, his sweet little Mary..He left his first family about 30 years ago. «Does she still remember me or maybe hate?», «What can I say if I call her?» - these questions were appeared in his mind like thunders which bring the light to the night city.

    He got up, took the phone, and typed the number which was lost in his memory a long time ago.

    -«Hello»

    -«Hello»

    - It’s your daddy,  Mary

    - I know who you are. I’m happy on hearing your voice again.

Мы с Ландыш уже определились с победителями и сейчас ждем мнения нашего независимого эксперта из Франции, писателя и специалиста в области лингвистики, Флориана Жоффрана. Поэтому имена победителей, а также наши отзывы об их творениях мы решили опубликовать отдельным постом. Учитывая сложность конкурсного задания, а также высокий уровень представленных работ, мы решили выслать ВСЕМ участникам поощрительные призы. 

Мы были настолько поражены воображением участников и разнообразием жанров и сюжетов, что решили сделать конкурс историй традицией на портале www.lingvistov.ru. Поэтому, если вы не успели принять участие в этот раз, вскоре у вас появится еще один шанс.

Всегда ваши,

Ландыш и Ася

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