Писатель Илья Розенфельд

— 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...

( The story of a woman who gave life, and for that was exiled ) Epigraph: In her are Eve and Lilith's might, Demeter, Gaia, Pachamama, She brings her gifted kids to light, To them, she’s simply known as Mama. The first time she gave birth, she was eighteen. Alone. Without a wedding, without promises, without curses for the man she would never see again. She simply left home for one night—and returned with a new life inside her. Her father turned away from her. Her mother wept as if at a funeral. But she did not cry. She did not rebel. She did not explain. She only stroked her belly through her shirt and whispered something warm to it, as if talking to someone she had known for a long time. A year later, she had two. Then three. And then—five at once, when twins were born, followed by another. The people could not bear it. They called her a whore, for with each child, she seemed to challenge every barren woman in their small, suffocatingly envious town. Where doc...

A certain man was relentlessly pursued by misfortunes and calamities. But the trouble was that he brought them upon others as well. It would happen that he would leave his house on a clear, sunny day, and a downpour would immediately begin. Or, even worse, an unexpected hurricane would break out or an earthquake would strike. For this, everyone scolded and cursed him. And when one fine day he left the city, it was plunged into darkness. But the exile did not learn of this, for he left under the cover of a night that turned out to be the longest in history. Over time, the townspeople ceased to distinguish between day and night, for there was no longer any difference between them, although the clocks still measured the precise time. He, however, reached a foreign land where his curse lost its power, and he lived there for many years. One day, while strolling through the city, he saw an old newspaper on the ground. He had never read newspapers before, but a screaming headline caught h...