Short stories
Sighing, the small, wrinkled mother padded to one of the hatches and listened.
But nothing was there. No steps approached, no children's laughter that they did
gladly heard, echoed to her. Not even a beam of light from a car that does that
was able to illuminate contemplative cellar vaults for a short time, got lost in her world ...
The first snowflakes of winter fell gently to the ground. He mumbled
Man the cap a little deeper in the face and dropped a cigarette butt.
`At least something. 'he thought, looking up at the sky, and walked without a word
along the well-lit shopping street ...
The older man sat waiting quietly on one of the few benches, holding his eyes
closed. His chest rose and fell in a quiet rhythm, and
many a passer-by, who took the path through the small park by the lake,
thought he was asleep.
But his senses were wide awake. He listened motionless to the wind, felt it
its tender caress on his skin ...
Juli sat bored in his monarch's chair and watched Cleo
Bathing too. Full of suppleness, she plunged her divine, flawless
Body in the milky substance. Her coffee-brown skin shimmered
seductive and her black, long hair caressingly wrapped around hers
shapely breasts. The Roman ruler was sure that ...
With the last, cold raindrops, life returned to the narrow alley
a. The landlord of the little street café on the corner of the market square moved up
adjust the chairs. He happily wiped the round tables to get back
to disappear whistling behind the counter of his coffee house.
Through the large windows of the restaurant, the silent observer could see
how ...
Poetry
Children's stories
Did you know that little elves are not that different from boys or girls?
It often happens that they too do not want to go to bed and sulk if they are not told a bedtime story. Like Lajos, my little friend - almost every time he went to bed he got defiant. He kicked away stones lying around with his foot and stood grumbling in front of the bed. Sometimes his mother had a tough time with him.
But now I would like to tell you first how Lajos became my friend.
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