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When people have dreams

Imagine the world where all people live like they want to live, where people work in their dream - jobs, where they don't have to struggle with their unwanted jobs and do what makes them unhappy. Just imagine the world where people can easily reach their dreams... What about this book? Here is the answer... The man whose name is Skyemoone, who can't love or be happy, lives his own life and spends his days by writing and talking to his students. He has a good life. But one day, he gets tired of everything and he writes a book. The book which will change the whole world. Why it will change the world? Because after people read it, they suddenly understood that they were living the life which they didn't dream of. Suddenly, everyone leaves their jobs. Stops what they were doing. And for what? To make their long forgotten dreams come true. Now, everyone begins to live how they wanted to live but never had a courage to get up and reach their goals. People became free and everything is possible. No one can't stop them. They can commit crime, do many things and nothing can stop them. And all because Professor Skyemoone opened their eyes and showed them that Person should live and achieve his or her goal no matter what. To live like you want to live. And no one will stop you. Isn't it happy world? And now answer, do you think you are strong enough to dream and live like your heart tells you? Because in the end, everything changes so quickly that people can not control their dreams and who they have become.

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Always alone

It was Ethel. The moment I saw her, exactly the Ethel I knew, whose paintings I admired, I just felt faint.

Looking at her was like looking into the past. Only that past had finally become the present.

"Ethel! What are you doing here?"

"Professor, you haven't changed at all. You're even younger now. Only why did you cut your hair?" she asked and walked over to me.

She hadn't changed at all either. The same fragile, graceful but strong girl in whose eyes I noticed too much sadness.

"Say, is everything alright?"

"Yes. Everything is fine. As you can see, I was able to hold an exhibition in New York. And this is what's left of the exhibition. There were a lot of people here. And they all liked my paintings. I gave them almost all my paintings. This is the only one left."

"How's your mother doing?"

She lowered her head. I knew something was wrong.

"She died."

"How did it happen?"

"She got hit by a car."