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In the middle of the last century, the great earthly science fiction writers, brothers Arkady and Boris Strugatsky, proposed their utopia of the future. Kind and sunny. Midday and cosmic. But sometimes it seems that we have turned off the road to their Noon somewhere. Well, space is such an opaque thing that it would be strange not to confuse paths and orbits in it sometimes. But it would be even stranger not to return to the course of the starry infinity again and again after that. With all my views, thoughts, theories. And poems....