ValeryRonshin

Valery Ronshin

  THE AUTUMN CARNIVAL OF DEATH   One Autumn evening I was sitting at home, writing a story about love. Simply about love. About...
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ValeryRonshin

Valery Ronshin

“Excuse me,” she asked. “Are you by any chance Hans Christian Andersen?” “No,” I admitted reluctantly, “my parents named me something else.” “But you do write fairy tales? Our pilot Potapov just adores fairy tales. As soon as he found out that you were on this flight, he wanted to meet you.”

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