The Keeper of The Earth

By Boris Dolingo

Could it be any connection between the sudden disease of a young boy and an asteroid approaches the Earth? Sometime could – if the boy is... the keeper of the Earth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boris Dolingo
• Release date: Aug 13, 2012

Boris Dolingo

Boris Anatoly Dolingo Born on the 3rd December 1955 in Kokand (Uzbekistan, USSR) Since 1975 lives in Yekaterinburg (Sverdlovsk), Russia. Education: – the Urals State University, Sverdlovsk (1979) physics department. – the Public University of Press, Sverdlovsk (1984-85); Since 2002 – the Chairman of the “Aelita” convention’s organizing committee (the oldest Russian Sci-Fi & Fantasy Convention). Since 2007 – the editor of Sci-Fi & Fantasy department in the “Urals Pathfinder” magazine First publication – 1990 (short story “Variants are possible”). Since 2011 – the Chief Editor of the Electronic Publishing House “Aelita”. Member of the Russian Writers’ Union since 2004. Novels: “Runaways” “To Understand the Eternity” “Point-G-L” Cycles: “The Wanderer on the Facets” (“The Wanderer Against His Will”, “The Fugitive Against His Will”, “Round Facets of the Earth”), “The Babylon Game” (“Games of the Third Kind”, “Creators of Pandemonium”, “The Entrance to Babylon”, “Gardens of Babylon”)

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THE KEEPER OF THE EARTH

By Boris Dolingo

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The Keeper of the Earth

by Boris Dolingo

This boy was brought in the afternoon. Igor Fedotov read the order from the local pediatrician and nodded to the nurse to register the boy

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What a fulminating case, the doctor thought.

Indeed, as it's been pointed in the notice, just one week ago there were no signs of leukemia at all – there was a real hint of surprise by the prompt occurrence and development of the disease in rather laconic words of a local doctor. In general, the case couldn't be the neglected one – the boy obviously came from a good and wealthy family.

He’s only eight, thought Fedotov.

The pale boy was sitting modestly at the edge of a couch in the admission room and slightly dangled his legs. It was obvious that his felt accordingly to the diagnosis made in the polyclinic.

Well, hero, Igor patted the boy on the shoulder, I see you’re unwell? OK, we’ll improve your health if you help us!

The boy only gave a sigh, and Igor felt another prick of the conscience.

Indeed, since his university times he hated the manner, in which many doctors loved to talk, especially to the junior patients – that deliberate good spirit, as if trying to relief fear, not to say horror, that undoubtedly appeared in children’s little heads, when they got to the hospitals. It’s nonsense, that children do understand nothing,