“...It was early evening, shadows from objects slowly crawled onto the surface of the desk. Only the computer monitor shone with a bright white light, snatching out the objects lying on the table from the blue dusk. What was not here! Along with textbooks and notebooks there was a cup of unfinished tea, pens, pencils, erasers were piled up, a small flashlight was hidden, sandwiched between the printer and the camera. Discs, a telephone, and an electronic watch were strangely mixed with cookies and candy wrappers. Suddenly a tiny finger appeared inside the monitor, carefully scratched the screen and disappeared. Then the monitor screen flickered and a tiny person slipped out. He shivered as if from the cold and yawned. “It’s not nice to open your mouth so wide!” - a ringing voice rang out. - Who’s here? - A speck of dust. My name is the speck of dust Polinka. I live on the table. And you are Bug, right? Next to the monitor stood a tiny girl with a perky raised nose...”