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                  Three short stories by Sergei Lewis (Russian language). 
 
There is no wind, there is no grass. There is wind-blowing-over-grass, and grass-swaying-in-the-wind, and the two are the same: a ripple of lines merging with a cloud of colour. 
 
Also available in English.                  
  
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