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Before us, it was the voloty, giants, who inhabited this world. After us, it is the pyzhiki, dwarves, who shall come. According to the old believers. And as their yardstick they take themselves – i.e. all of us. Folk who are neither big, nor small.
And that is precisely how N. thought of himself, neither big, nor small. He chose the most ordinary, the slowest form of suicide: life.
“I am alone,” he said to himself.
“Ours is a country of lonely folk,” he answered himself.
“The price of declared collectivism,” his two inner interlocutors thought.
But the papers thought otherwise. As to what the people thought, well, only the people themselves know that…
A knock at the door. N. opened it. No-one to be seen. He looked down.
A mad thought dashed through his mind: “The dwarves! They’re
