Works by the author Patiens

The evening in the Zone came, and with it came the darkness of the night, which hid many dangers and secrets. A group of bandits known as "Scorpions" gathered around a campfire in a desolate forest area, where they usually rested after a long night of showdowns and robberies. The firelight cast a flickering light, illuminating the dirty faces and ragged clothes of the bandits.

The last rays of the sun, drowned in the purple and orange shades of the celestial palette, cast a golden light on the facade of the house, as if they wanted to wake it from an age-old dream. The window shutters, decorated with exquisite carvings, seemed to be locked in eternal silence. The larches in the yard began to unravel their last green bunches, preparing for the upcoming winter.

A rainy evening has lowered its gray veils over the forgotten village. The old houses, like forgotten children, stood in silence, sighing under the weight of time. The autumn wind caressed the abandoned streets, bringing with it the smell of damp earth and withered leaves.

At the very edge of the world, where the gray sky merges with the endless ocean, there was a lonely heavenly island. It seemed as if he had been torn out of a dream, a place where all hopes had faded and only melancholy remained.

Under the weight of the black sky of the Exclusion Zone lies a heavy gloom, like a blanket of despair. In these forgotten places, where nature struggles with the barrier of anomalies, loneliness becomes a faithful companion of every stalker.

The pale light of the street lamps dissipated in the night, creating mysterious shadows, like ghosts floating through the empty streets of a sleeping city. Everything was silent and motionless, as if waiting for something inevitable.

In a quiet, remote village where time passed slowly, there lived an old blind artist named Anatoly. His house was old and gloomy, just like his fate.

Somewhere in the gray bowels of the city, where panel houses stand like tombstones, there lived a woman named Anna. Her life was like an endless series of rainy days, when not a single ray of sunlight could be seen, and gray clouds seemed to take away all hopes.