Go Through the Fire
by Eugine Philimonov
Night was fascinating. Rain, which didn't stiop for a week, cleaned the city from the tons of dirt, emited by plants and cars, crawling through the streets, like cancer cells through the veins of the human body. Rain was pouring day after day, night after night - and finally the air was pure and transparent, and one could almost feel the starry sky on the shoulders.