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Издано в 2019 году.

Номер издания: 9780887159954.

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“You should treat life as if you had lost everything, but you were given a second chance …” After finishing school, Anna leaves the Siberian town, where she grew up and goes to Israel. During the six years that she lived in the “Holy Land”, she often got into troubles, but her “invisible friend” invariably came to the rescue. The girl communicates with him since her childhood. He helps, supports, cares about her. He can’t be seen by her friends and relatives, but she understands that he is real. Anna stops hearing his voice when Mihael (Misha) comes into her life. The man seems so darling, close and almost familiar. Meanwhile, in dreams, she often finds herself in the same place where she met an extraordinary guy named Oren, who claims that they were already familiar. Are these dreams? Or is it still part of reality? Echoes of the past? The girl has a lot to learn – about herself, about her “invisible friend”, about the new man of her choice … and love beyond time and human life. A new book by Alice Roft combines genres of a love story and fantasy and is well suited to general readers (18+).

Alisa Roft - He is real


Book translation – the publisher ID RiS Literary name. I want to say thanks to the editors and translators.

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A. Roft

Part 1. Anna

Chapter 1

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.

Albert Einstein

2010 Russia. Krasnoyarsk Region

From 8.20 to noon.

Siberian summer morning on the bank of the river in those lands where I grew up and had a carefree time, was especially sunny that day. Sitting on the grass, wet with dew, pressing my knees to my chest and staring into the distance, I was saying goodbye in my mind’s eye. Painfully familiar, frozen in the beauty of nature, the view seemed to be new and exciting. I was watching the slow stream course, along the steep banks framed with endless coniferous forest, rocking in the wind. It went beyond the horizon, and the tops of centuries-old trees mingled, forming the green boundary line, separating the earth from the sky.

I took a deep breath of the cool, refreshingly clean air, which was saturated with pine needles and slight savor of the swamp dampness that came from the reeds growing under the cliffs. At night they turned into an improvised scene for frogs and grasshoppers, and these small representatives of the fauna sang in sync so loudly and annoyingly that I wanted to get my father’s gun from the utility room and shoot them all. I wish had known how to shoot a gun.

– Well, Anna, are you ready to go? – My mom asked timidly, standing a little bit away from me and waiting. She distracted me from contemplating the beauty of nature, disrupting the order of the farewell.

My mother is kind to everyone, too kind. She has lived most of her life, caring more often of her errant husband and children than about herself. She had two children, me and my elder brother. By the time of my departure he had already managed to start a family for the second time.

By the way, about my brother. When I looked at him, the thought involuntarily sneaked into my head that everything should be the other way around: I wish we could change places – and here it is, the ideal of a brother and sister. Brother weak and sentimenta – qualities more appropriate for women, – unlike me, who was driven by madness, “relative devil-may-care attitude” (it shouldn’t be confused with indifference), the eternal desire to make my case in the fight against injustice and gain my point, which is usually characteristic of men with a strong will power. Though, these traits of my character manifested themselves only when I entered the adolescence, when the familiar world turned upside down. Having grown up, I could afford to make fun of my brother, forgetting that he was older and – as it should be – smarter. He did not take offense and was not impertinent to me, he did not know how to be impudent.


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