Lakhasly

couldn't see the other man in the mirror.My friend came into the room, but he didn't see me. He smiled at the other man."Oh, you've grown a beard!"My friend didn't see me and he couldn't hear me. He only saw the other man.But I couldn't see my face in the mirror either!I tried to shout, but no sound came out of my throat.I saw the other man - the man with the beard.But he wasn't in the mirror.But I couldn't, because I had no voice.But I couldn't move.I tried to speak again and again, but I couldn't.But the other man doesn't know one thing.There was no face.I had no voice.And then I saw him.He was writing my book with my pen!

couldn't see the other man in the mirror. But I couldn't see my face in the mirror either! There was no face.
I tried to shout, but no sound came out of my throat. I had no voice.
And then I saw him. I saw the other man - the man with the beard. But he wasn't in the mirror. He was sitting at the table, with my pen in his hand. He was writing my book with my pen! I was angry and I tried to speak. But I couldn't, because I had no voice.
The other man was silent. He went on writing with a smile on his face.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and I heard a friend's voice.
"Are you there?" my friend asked. "I want to see you."
I was very happy. "My friend will help me", I thought. But I couldn't move. The other man went to the door and opened it.
"Come in," he said to my friend. "Come and see my room. I'm writing my book."
My friend came into the room, but he didn't see me. He smiled at the other man.
"Oh, you've grown a beard!"
I tried to speak again and again, but I couldn't. My friend didn't see me and he couldn't hear me. He only saw the other man.
That is my story. The other man has my room. And he also has my face and my voice. He will finish my book, too.
But the other man doesn't know one thing. I can write - I can tell my story. And I'm telling it to you!