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Story “Iron Branch” The cold creeps terribly even into your toes, even in boots. I’m standing at the station, waiting for the train, warming myself with coffee so sweet that I don’t even feel its possible strength. I run into the right car, well, that’s a strong word – I RUN IN! Slippery, steam from the nose, and probably even from the ears. Winter loves to mockingly teach us a lesson and not give us any relief. Making my way through the inhabitants of places unknown to me, I look for a free access point to the window. Here she is, the only one left, I’m taking her urgently. She sat down so happy and took off her shoes, which were soaked through - suede! Fashionable, but not practical in such slush after snow drifts. But I'm stubborn. It’s beautiful, so I’ll be patient! Finally, the carriage started moving after the checking actions of the female conductor. The train is a bit rustic...sit firmly... Russia. I exhaled... Warmth began to flow into my legs, arms and head... And I realized that my back was in the direction of movement, and I was following with my eyes what others saw first. At that moment I was struck by a charge of consciousness. Crap! It’s just like in my life! I sit so skillfully facing my past that I can’t even notice the future!! I spend so much time rewinding the film of what happened, I miss this It was, I look at it, I diligently feel something. And in front of me are people who can clearly see approaching trees, houses, and something else from their windows. I don't see a damn thing! What does it mean? What is he talking about? That I chose this place myself. Crazy independence! The ridiculous absurdity of my responsibility! It's time to wrap things up. It is high time. Break with the past, understand the present, and raise your eyes towards the future. Right now, right here, I will change my place, and mentally tell you: “Van, go to the trees that I will never see again!” I don't want to wait for what is over and left behind! The departure station is not my destination. This is just a starting point. Nella Chilachava

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