About thinking and reading thoughts

Hello. My name is Sasha. I am a transmitter. But, please, do not consider me one of these guys thinking themselves Napoleons, dogs or lighting poles. No. They are just crazy. So am I though, but quite in another way.

Since very childhood we heard the stories about people able to read others’ minds. For the most part they are called extrasensory individuals or telepathists, still...

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The color of happiness

Two voices in the darkness:

- Today I’ve heard a strange word “happiness”. What is it?

- Um... what a question you ask. No one can explain it for you. One day you will know that for yourself. But the answer was not important for the one who asked the question. The other new questions were appearing in the head. How is it to the touch? What shape is it? Heavy or l...

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Red Lace

Today it's raining again, the whole week of pouring rain. The wipers are slapping, sweeping the water off the windshield, heavy drops are drumming on the roof. I like rain, maybe, because of its mystery. Here is the last turn to my house, I’m driving my BMW in the garage and then sitting beside the fireplace with a book - the most suitable occupation in such weather. A book, good bran...

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A meeting in the subway

Today in the subway I’ve seen a girl of my dreams. She was beautiful. Don't know what exactly immediately caught my attention, but I was killed immediately and on the spot, barely glancing at her. Seemingly plain clothing. Strict. A white blouse under a black jacket. But you can't fool me. I have not seen the clothes - I saw what was under - her wishes, feelings and her mind. Her...

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We both are eighteen. We haven't seen each other almost a year. You've changed, I barely recognize the former boy in this handsome young man, only your eyes are the same – the same look of the one in love. I am flattered you haven’t forgotten me for all that time, when you have surely had the others... Like somewhen in the past you're pulling me closer on your lap, for m...

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South Port

When I was a little girl, our neighbor on the stair landing was a military man. The officer of general forces. His image stayed with me since that time: slender toned body, beautiful uniform, shiny boots and great manners. He was always the first to say “hello”, even to me a ten-year-old wimp.

All my life I have been having a soft corner in my heart for military men. A real m...

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You and me

Finally this is the day I am to come to you. You took luxurious room in the hotel. We agreed to meet there to make love. You are looking forward to see me. I'm about to come. You are trembling with excitement when you think about me. We have been long dreamed about it... And this is going to happen any minute now. You keep looking at your watch and you are so worried I might not come. You j...

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Milky way

A young man in the green shirt and blue shorts slowly moved among the human bustle. The sun stuck pinkish tan over his unprotected arms and legs. The enthusiasm of the first days at the sea had passed and gave place to intense euphoria of prolonged idleness. The kaleidoscope of motley world existed together and independently.

The girl talked to her friends, and seemed indifferent to ever...

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A walk

There was a usual woman – a husband, a daughter, homework, and suchlike everyday life. She was 35 years old, you know - not middle-age, but not 25 as well. The crisis of sexuality in soul. Everything seems alright, still something missing, still there are thoughts of something... - Maybe I should drop it, - she thought, - I’m not a girl anymore... She was surrounded by people - youn...

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The first meeting

You were strained, not quite knowing what to expect from me. Saying nothing, I took you by hand and walked inside, closed the door and locked it.

You slightly shuddered at the sound of lock clicking behind and fearfully looked back at me. I smiled and winked in response.

You looked around; it was the first time for you to be in my bedroom. Seeing the mess on the floor, you looked...

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My old girlfriend

I have not seen Joan for three years, but she hasn't changed at all. She moved from New-York to Philadelphia. Joan was my neighbor and we met often. And suddenly in the streets of Manhattan, three years later, she throws herself at my neck kissing and hugging.

- Let’s meet tonight on the beach, - she said suddenly after ten minutes of common chit-chat that happens after a long...

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Memories and dreams

The time has stopped. SHE was dreaming sitting in the arm-chair and smiling to her thoughts. How long he has been away. The sun was nicely caressing the breast coming out of the dressing gown. The memories swept over her, almost physically SHE could feel HIS passionate lips. The breeze rushed in through the open window whispered with HIS voice: "don't leave, don't leave me, I don&#...

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In Nature

She felt like going to nature. A train? No, that’s not for her. She went outside.

It was early morning. She didn’t have to hitch a lift long. He looked at her questioning when opened the door of his “Mercedes”.

-    Wherever my eyes are looking at, - she said, wearing the most charming smile she had.

-    How much?

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The Island

They were sailing against the wind and the flow, crossing the fairway of the Dnepr River with each tack.

Sun, wind, waves and clouds. The huge shadows of those clouds are running over the surface of the Dnepr River, making it either sparkling and tender, or dark and angry. She felt a strong man was next to her. He was confident driving that light sailing vessel, enjoying his power over t...

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Anastasia and Arthur

Anastasia turned the key in the lock of a hotel room. The door opened and she saw the old friend in the chair. Having greeted each other, they exchanged a few words about the trip and how they were doing. She said she doubted the idea to spend a vacation with a person long been a stranger to her, but something inside was pinching the emotional strings of memories of a distant love.


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A Dream

They were enjoying the dream lying top to tail. While sleeping she tried to turn around but because of his legs the try failed. But accidentally her rose touched his sleeping chick. He felt her soft tenderness and become awaken by fresh desire.

He woke up and crawled to her ear. The tip of his tongue carefully touched her lobe, then he began to caress the edge and then the whole ear was...

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Tenderness, just tenderness. It is breaking out keeping me restless. Let me undress you, gently, tenderly, gradually freeing you from unnecessary clothing. No, let’s not tear the buttons off. Slowly unbuttoning one by one and kissing every vacant cell.

Oh, how impatient you are. You are trying to undress me, but I'm not letting. First, you, my sweetheart.

Here, all the b...

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Two kisses

Slightly nervous he entered that room. The fire was glimmering in the fire-place throwing its light to the small space. She was sitting on the fluffy Persian carpet, holding a thin glass. The open bottle of red wine was standing on the floor. A quiet music was playing.

She was looking at the fire thoughtfully and didn’t notice Him at once. Half-transparent long peignoir, carelessly...

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In the beginning

He slowly opened his eyes. Consciousness slowly gradually returned to him. He felt light - light is what you find in front of your eyes, or in the eyes, well, in the head. The light penetrated into the head with some spots, colored spots, they were bright green, blue and white. Those spots gradually began to acquire certain clarity - a kind of picture of a certain world, which allegedly surroun...

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Romantic Fairytale

Excuse me, but the idea of “Soviet mafia” seems to me a kind of misunderstanding. Your mafia is a kind of newspaper sensation, a nerve tickling of average men. It can be also the myth that can explain all the troubles, something like an “evil spirit” of our patriarchal Indians. In my motherland mafia has plenty of real and imaginary sins, but I’m sure nobody would...

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