Писатель Илья Розенфельд

November 12th. This must be a hallucination. Otherwise, I cannot explain what I saw today at the "Progress" cafe. I was sitting at my table. At the next one, an agitated woman was scolding a waiter. Her blouse and the tablecloth were stained with coffee. On the floor—a puddle and ceramic shards. In the center of this chaos sat that man. I had seen him before, but hadn't paid attention. And then something unimaginable began: the woman fell silent mid-word. The shards on the floor vibrated, flew up, and, fitting together perfectly in the air, "grew together" into a cup. Drops from the tablecloth and the woman's blouse flew upwards and poured into this flying cup, which a second later gently set down on the man's table, whole and steaming. The woman, now perfectly dry, calmly opened the menu. And He... He picked up this full cup of " Americano ," brought it to his mouth, and... filled it. I saw the liquid level rise in his mouth and drop in the...

В сердце старого города, где улочки вились, словно тонкие серебряные нити в волосах времени, жил ювелир по имени Эйден. Его руки были продолжением души, а каждое созданное им украшение — песней, отлитой в золоте и камне. Но, несмотря на свою славу, Эйден искал нечто большее: он мечтал увековечить не просто своё имя, а саму идею бесконечности, слить её с материей так, чтобы она стала ощутимой. Долгие ночи он проводил над чертежами, изучая древние символы и новые математические открытия. И однажды, в полуночной тишине, его взгляд остановился на рисунке ленты Мёбиуса — этой чудесной, односторонней фигуры. «Вот оно!» — прошептал он, и в его глазах зажёгся огонь. "Единство, непрерывность, путь без начала и конца, сплетённый в форму бесконечности!" Эйден приступил к работе. Он выбрал чистейший платиновый слиток, металл, который, как он верил, хранил память о звёздах. Он месяцами ковал, гнул и полировал тонкую платиновую ленту, придавая ей плавные изгибы лемнискаты – той самой «...

Chapter 1 Talia wiped her sweaty palm on the console. Ten thousand people in the hall and, according to the latest data, three million watched live, eagerly awaiting. "His security architecture laid the foundation for a new Global Network ," Talia read the rehearsed text from the teleprompter, but her voice still trembled slightly. "He is the reason we are all here today. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... ' AleX '!". The giant holographic screen, thirty meters high, which a second ago was showing the " Nexus " logo, blinked and went dark. Absolute, ringing silence reigned in the hall. And suddenly AleX appeared on the screen. He filled the entire space: a flawless three-dimensional image in a soft studio light. The first thing that came to mind when seeing him was neither beauty nor charisma. It was perfection. Symmetrical facial features, a light, confident smile, the penetrating gaze of dark eyes. His hair—a meticulously const...

In a certain country, there existed an unusual social order. At the head of the state stood the Minister of Thoughts, and his Ministry was considered the most important—unlike the models of governance familiar to us in most countries of the world. Every citizen of this country was occupied with a single task: generating thoughts and transmitting the results of their mental labor to the Minister through the numerous employees of his Ministry. These employees were also engaged in thinking activity, day and night thinking over, re-thinking, and filtering the ideas of others before passing them on for the Minister's consideration. Thoughts receiving approval were sent to the Bank of Thoughts, and their creators were rewarded. However, rewards did not always reach the addressees—a portion was pocketed by Ministry employees. In the case of unapproved thoughts, responsibility lay with their creators. Although Ministry employees could "embellish" the thoughts before submission,...

— Did you order a miracle? She seemed to want to confirm she had the right number, or perhaps that I hadn't changed my mind. Although only 5 minutes had passed since I visited the "Come to Us - for Miracles" website. — You react quickly, — I replied. — In this day and age, that's a miracle in itself. The girl relaxed and even smiled. — And how did you find out about us? We only launched this service on our website yesterday. — A friend recommended you. He was at your presentation, got a discount card for advising three friends to you. I'm one of them. I received your text message and followed the link to the site. Do you need my personal data? — I already have it; I'll just check if we have everything correct. Tom Green , 35, from New Haven. Not married. — That's all correct, — I confirmed. — Have you familiarized yourself with the pricing? — my conversationalist asked in a friendly manner. — Yes, thank you. The price is fine with me. And w...