George Kavsekhornak: 8 books

This ordinary or perhaps extraordinary story was happening in the publishing of the newspaper "The Horn"; although with the same success could happen in any other publishing.

The machine was more like an orange whale. Behind the tractor an arrow rose with a tipped circular saw in diameter was like a car hood. At the level of the front bumper, a chainsaw perched, too stunning for its size, causing the tractor seemed a surreal cross between a marine mammal with a tail and a saw-fish but on caterpillars.

..."In that time and during all previous periods of a civilization," the lecturer continued. "The mankind was vicious, greedy and always there was a question 'If there are controllers who control something who will control them?'...

...Well, nevertheless, we even do not know the basic characteristics of our flight. For example - the age of the aircraft, the qualification of pilots and commander, how many flew hours they have and whether there was success or failures in their preparation. If I tell you this information, and it will be… so to speak, not in favor of passengers, what will you do?...

"Is it your Doberman?" The military man asked."Yes, it's a girl, her name is Ilda.""It's just... Without a muzzle," the man in uniform continued."She doesn't bite," the girl patted the head of her pet; causing the dog crouched and has folded ears."How did we get here?" The woman didn't know whom to ask and, therefore, asked an emptiness in front of her.

...What had happened to it? And what if was it stolen? It couldn’t disappear just like that, from the clasped pocket. The jacket should be looked...

I slept very well. I open my eyes. Everything is unfamiliar to me here! Where am I? The bed is very soft, crisp white linen. The Sun looks out the window and greets me with its rays. So good! But where am I? And here's another problem – I forgot my name. Who am I? Maybe my name is Svetlana. Yes, a beautiful name. I am Svetlana!

He liked to write - clearly, correctly, nice and in a sense, interesting. Though the pension wasn’t far away, he was able to create such technical texts that the heads sometimes exclaimed: "Yes, this Instruction with a twist!" or "Let me take a Technical Form by Safron Tikhonovich, I’ll have read it before a sleep."