I will teach you how to dream. Part two.

"What do you do in this world?"

"I'm a writer too. But I write novels. The ones about ancient times. You know what I mean. Novels that capture love stories, war and the desire to live."

"I have no doubt that your novels are very interesting," I said, wanting to step aside as soon as possible, so as not to feel this fragrance coming from his mouth.

With my eyes, I was looking for Moonlight, and when I found him, I mentally asked him for help. But the promise that was between us did not allow him to read my thoughts.

But someone else came to my aid. And this one was a girl in a leather skirt and a green blouse.

When I saw her, I knew right away that Yundoran was talking about her. About Juliet, for whom I had to be Romeo.

She came up to me and said, "Sorry, but I need to talk to Okinizeus."

"In that case, I won't bother you," the man, whose name I never learned said, finally walked away, with his scent of cologne and mouth.

"Thank you," I said, feeling relieved just by the fact that she didn't smell anything.

"You're actually a real introvert, and you're also looking at the beautiful creature who is standing by the table, examining a strange dish that looks like jelly," she said.

I was very surprised by what she said, because I didn't expect so many words and besides the fact that she understood my feelings and to whom my attention is drawn.

Noticing my astonishment and redness of my cheeks, she smiled and sighed. "Don't worry. I can be a good friend to you. And don't worry. I don't want to become Juliet for you. I know what Yundoran told you. But I'm not interested in love and everything to do with it. Now it's a century when a person lives on his own, without needing anyone, and at the same time being happy."

She spoke a lot and her words were coming out of her mouth.

She was graceful and so slender that it seemed to me that these thin hands and fingers were ready to break under the weight of this simple glass of juice.

But I knew perfectly well that it was in her, in her fragility, that the most powerful force, the force, was able to move mountains, if that would be necessary for this unnamed girl.

Again, as if reading my thoughts, she looked at me, but her gaze never lingered for more than a second. Her look was jumping from one person to another.

She said, "My name is Venice. It's nice to meet you. I hope you won't disappoint me. You should know how many unpleasant personalities I have met along the way."

I wanted to shake her hand, which I did. And when she squeezed my hand, I felt that she had more strength than any man around us.

"It's nice to meet you. Venice, I love this city."

"Me too. That's just, I would like people to remember the beauty that lies in every corner of this city."

"People keep their memories of perfection in the farthest corner of their minds. But the bulk of their memory is clogged with something like robotic racing and fighting."

"As well as a fall from the height."

"What's this?"

"You don't know? People have come up with a lot of things to experience death again. To feel weak again. It's scary. Why shouldn't everyone just be happy?" she asked, and her voice sounded so loud that it seemed to me as if her words reached the ears of every resident of this bustling city.

"You're right. Humans, strange creatures. But you are a pleasant exception."

"You too," she said and slightly touched my shoulder. I liked the fact that, between us, immediately there was a brotherly friendship, where no one was obliged to the other. I liked that ease and sincerity, when none of us tried to hide something from each other.

"So, Venice, what do you do?"

"You won't hear such a question very often. Usually, people do not know that in this life you can be busy at all. Don't you think the whole world has turned into a big repository of lazy people?"

"I've always thought so."

Venice replied, "I write, think, draw, compose poems, study how to grow vegetables, try to understand the mysteries of the cosmos."

"Very exciting."

"Yes. Yundoran told me that you write books. And that you have already written a few."

"Yes. Except I haven't published them yet. They're ready, but I'm still thinking about whether I should do anything to publish them. And besides, now it doesn't matter, no one reads books. Maybe it's just my hobby. I don't even know. I'm very insecure."

Feeling the presence of Moonlight behind me, I straightened my shoulders and my heart began to beat again in a frenzied rhythm.

Noticing this, Venice whispered in my ear, so quiet and close that I felt the touch of her lips and her words sounded almost in my head.

She whispered, "This is the first time I've seen a man so much in love with the Wizard."

I wanted to object, I wanted to exclaim, but no, I just stood and was quiet.

"And what's your name?" she asked, now turning to Moonlight.

"Moonlight."

"How poetic. I like your originality," she said, and then, at the sight of her relaxed facial expression and the kind of solidarity in her words, in manners, I realized that I could trust her. She continued, "You must have given him that name because this creature is as beautiful and pure as the light of the moon."

I didn't have anything to hide. "Yes. That's the truth. He is as pure as the light of the moon."

"Speaking of your books. I don't think you should keep them in secret. You know how to think, and it's a rare gift these days. Therefore, you need to do everything to stand out from the crowd, to be able to speak and show everyone what you are capable of. In this gray world, people like you shouldn't sit on the sidelines feeling like an alien among the rest. It's people like you who've always made whole stories! So why aren't you sure of yourself?"

"Now, after what you say, I'm kind of feeling confident. But I wish I could know where I would go so that my books would be published."

"Don't worry about it," she said and handed me a piece of paper. As I understood, there was an address.

"Here, the very place where you can feel yourself at home."

"Thank you."

"Oki! I see you've already become friends with each other?! Venice, how do you like my friend? Do you think you can love him?" Yundoran shouted, embracing me.

When I pushed him aside, the first thing I saw was Moonlight. Suddenly, I felt a strange feeling, as if I needed to stay away from other people's touch.

"There's a very different connection between us," Venice said and winked at me. It was only now that I noticed that she had short black hair that was perfectly combed back.

"Different connection! How unusual!"

"Who are all these people?"

"These are all real thinkers."

"The real thinkers," Moonlight muttered.

Among all, he was so different, so much so that I felt a strong desire to just hide this creature from other people's eyes.

In these simple, old jeans, in this ordinary T-shirt of incomprehensible color, and in the simplest leather jacket with an eagle pattern on the back, and in sneakers, Moonlight stood and could shine with his impeccable soul.

A soul I could describe for ages. And even eternity will not suffice.

Perhaps at that moment, he read my thoughts, judging by his lost and at the same time found look, which was directed somewhere.

But suddenly, none of us had time to say anything, when suddenly, three flying saucers rose above our heads, which shone with unpleasant light, right on our faces.

Immediately, hearing the voices and noise of the engines, I grabbed Moonlight by the hand and ran away.

When person faces the danger, he or she, takes the most important thing and runs away. And I did the same. Yes, he was the most important…

Now, I wasn't alone. And if it was just me, I would continue to stand under this light, under these voices, waiting for something strange that people could do.

But I wasn't alone. I had a responsibility and I, holding a warm hand in my own, quickly walked away.

I didn't even care about Yundoran or a girl named Venice. I didn't care about the world. And that confession, that honesty, was because of the hand of another being in my hand.

I became selfish. But, probably, everyone becomes selfish when in his hand the hand of another creature.

Hearing the angry voices behind me, I stopped and looked back.

Tall people, in black leather suits, with the same faces, with the same manners, without saying anything, just grabbed one man by the hands and led him away.

And only Yundoran dared to ask, "What are you doing? What does all this mean? I know him. And what did he do?"

An elderly man with a sneer on his face, went up to Yundoran and for some reason looking at me replied, "Maybe you did not know, but this man has no pure thoughts."

"So that's what's going on? You've already started reading minds!"

The man with a sneer threw at me another strange look and on this, he ended the conversation and left.

"What's going on here?"

"James! I'm coming for you! Just tell me where you're taking him?" asked someone in the crowd.

But three flying saucers flew away. Leaving behind a trail of mystery.

Moonlight let go of my hand and coming closer whispered, "This man was thinking about you."