The enchanted chair of an unusual writer

О книге

Автор книги - . Произведение относится к жанрам детективная фантастика, боевое фэнтези, эзотерика / оккультизм. Оно опубликовано в 2021 году. Книге не присвоен международный стандартный книжный номер.

Аннотация

There are rumors that once upon a time there was an unusual writer. Most of his biography is shrouded in darkness, but even what is known about him is shocking. He wrote very unusual books, which attracted the attention of the public. He didn't seem to know whether he was writing truth or fiction. This writer went through a difficult path, but achieved everything he aspired to. After his death, he left his last gift to humanity – a charmed chair. It is around this chair that the passions still do not subside…

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Lifting another boulder, dismantling one of the littered rocks on the territory of the Crimea, a group of dubious archaeologists saw the cherished tunnel.

"Guys, we're on the right track!" The

group of exhausted men set to work with renewed vigor. When the passage was cleared, the first to step into the gorge was a graceful female foot, the owner of which was smiling contentedly with her white-toothed mouth.

– Lanterns! Bring the lanterns here, quickly! "Stop it!" she commanded.

Several workers lit up the cave with lanterns. The woman examined the space carefully.

Dozens of chests filled with gold and precious stones appeared before the eyes of the visitors. But the woman's smile was gone. In a cursing voice, she said,:

"There's no chair here. The tailor deceived us.

"Mistress, see how much good there is here?" "Is there anything else you need?" the Arab asked, wiping the sweat from his brow. We are now one of the richest people on the planet. There's enough for everyone here. We're here now…

"You can keep these trinkets," the woman interrupted the Arab's enthusiastic speech, barely able to contain her anger. – I have enough money. But they don't buy the most important things. I need this scribbler's chair. And I'll do anything to get it. No one should touch anything until special people examine the room. After that, share everything you find here, and our cooperation is over.

The woman took out a walkie-talkie, pressed a button, and said:

– Valera, give me your trackers. And until they find at least some clue – they will not leave the cave!

It was an ordinary rainy autumn day. Lyubov Nikitichna twirled her rosary beads on her fingers and looked as if out of the window. In fact, her gaze went much further. He went back to the distant memories, when as a girl she ran with her friends on an abandoned construction site. The girls loved to wander up the unfinished staircases and look down from the high, spacious floor platforms at the faint lights of the glittering city that could only be seen from here. This area was not well-run. Everyone who could-tried to leave here, the rest had to adapt. The girl Lyuba was one of those who were less lucky in life than others. She didn't dream of dolls, or ice cream, or an amusement park. All she wanted was for her father to come home from work today sober, and maybe her mother wouldn't make a scene, and then she wouldn't take it out on her only child, who practically hadn't known petting since she was a baby.


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