"But the stray, blind bullet that sounded near his ear found its way to the boy, who continued to hold on to the remaining flags he had...until he fell to the ground...the old man hugged him, but the boy pushed him with the flags, the old man hugged them tightly, and his face was wet with tears... He made his way, raising his hand to the heights, his anger ignited: "Knowledge..knowledge..knowledge." ...The heroes of these stories stand at the door of the world, knocking on it with all the resolve, desires, and wishes in their souls. …Unique moments are the time of these stories, and their places are shaped daily, in these vast expanses. It seems charming to contemplate those unique moments and places you may know, and it seems even more charming to meet characters you may have met, or form friendships with, simply by reading the first lines of each story. …It is a journey of small details, longed-for love, the coming spring, and the love of life!