Short story from the book collection "H is for Human", 1988-1997.
Unfortunately such short stories were not translated into english, so here i post a rough translation.
All bibliography of S.Lukyanenko for future reference:
Plot in few words:
The strange world where people walk according to them straight roads, rarely see each other, happy to get to sleep in the oasis. Nobody will ever leave his way, as the Lord of Roads commanded and it became law. But there are people endowed with the gift to change anything in this tough game. And when two such people meet at the crossroads, the world can change.
Lukyanenko quote:
One of the standard questions you ask the writer - "how did you begin to write?" And of course, every writer has the answer (and sometimes more, depending on the audience) to this question.
When I reply to that question, they usually do not believe me. But I will try to explain again.
It was evening. I had nothing to do. I wanted to read something - but the apartment I rented, eighteen years old student freshman, was not full of books.
Then I took the overall checkered notebook (the lined notebook I hated from the first class, since i didnt like writing essays and could not do it properly), took the pen for "thirty-five cents" and began to write fiction stories. Wrote three stories - and was quite pleased. One of these stories - "Behind the Forest, where the cowardly enemy lurks" - was later printed almost unchanged; second one has disappeared without a trace; and the third was a "master of roads." In five years I went back to it, as an experiment. It was re-written, and the story has increased tenfold, and ... and here it is.
"Master of the Roads" (text in russian)
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