…But not all of the jewels were eggs, some of them were real. But it is very difficult to distinguish them. Untouched, the real ones lay in the ground, waiting for their master.
When a car drove up and the people in black were looking for treasure, they found nothing: neither gold, nor a mysterious hole — a door to another world. It is locked for an indefinite time. This thin line between the worlds is very fragile, and you never know when you will inadvertently cross the boundaries.
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Karimbaeva Rаisa Myrzabekovna was born on April 24, 1976 in the city of Kokshetau, Kazakhstan. I write poetry and prose. I like to dream, listen to music, learn something new, travel, I am fond of painting.