Золотые яблоки Солнца

Lishʹ Solnt͡se vedaet to, chto my khotim znatʹ.<br><br>Kroshechnyĭ chelovek na krai͡u bezdny, geroĭ poėticheskikh rasskazov Brėdberi zhazhdet prognatʹ mrak nevedenii͡a, dolgui͡u zimu sueveriĭ.<br><br>Dvigatʹsi͡a vpered. Zhitʹ budushchim. Preodoletʹ strakh. Chuvstvovatʹ sebi͡a vechno i͡unym. Mechtatʹ. Bytʹ mudrym. Li͡ubitʹ. Zacherpnutʹ nemnogo Solnt͡sa.<br><br>Mechty u vsekh raznye. Kto-to khochet sni͡atʹ samyĭ velikiĭ filʹm vsekh vremen i narodov. Komu-to pozarez nuzhno podstrelitʹ tiranozavra, pustʹ dazhe t͡senoĭ gibeli t͡sivilizat͡sii. A kto-to zhazhdet otkusitʹ kusochek ot zolotogo i͡abloka Solnt͡sa, no pri ėtom ne obzhechʹsi͡a. I tak zamanchivo otbrositʹ suetu povsednevnosti i pustitʹsi͡a v putʹ za svoeĭ mechtoĭ.

Only the Sun knows what we want to know.

A tiny man on the edge of the abyss, the hero of Bradbury's poetic stories longs to banish the darkness of ignorance, the long winter of superstition.

Move forward. To live in the future. Overcome fear. To feel eternally young. Dream. Be wise. Be in love. Scoop up some Sun.

Everyone's dreams are different. Someone wants to make the greatest movie of all time. Someone desperately needs to shoot a tyrannosaurus, even at the cost of the death of civilization. And someone wants to take a bite out of the golden apple of the Sun, but not get burned. And it's so tempting to put aside the hustle and bustle of everyday life and set off on a journey after your dream.