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Today, after sunset, people wake up in the middle

of the night.

Where is the end of the human being, after the one who decided to always be

us?

In which world?

In which age?

In what world are we living in?

The memory of the past, mixed with fragments of fantasy, with the shadows

night nightmares, play with us in bizarre, mysterious

and incomprehensible games.

Our games.

Thank you.

65.

I don't know what awaits me ahead of them.

Okay.

Oh

Of course, he proposed to me.

And of course, there was a wedding.

из моей жизни.

Исчезли окончательно и бесподробно.

Мой жених и моя лучшая подруга.

Затерялись оба где -то в солнечных глубинах моей юности.

И что же осталось от них?

Мелкие клочки радости, вмятина в душе,

Emotions, feelings, and pain.

Or rather, the memory of the pain once caused.

Then the memory crumbled, stretched like an old wound, and soon

completely erased.

And what remained then?

A couple of yellow sweet photos and a photo.

from a white tulle with a twinkle of pink flowers.

A photo of what remained of what did not exist.

I know that I'm young.

I know

that tomorrow is coming.

And that's it.

You will be left on your own

wall.

Do you see how short the time is?

Do you remember?

I told you that you would never fall asleep.

I won't tell anyone that I'm not lying.

You know what?

What?

I won't tell anyone that I don't love you.

I won't tell anyone that it's winter today.

I won't tell anyone that it's winter today.

Thank you.

What is winter?

But I forgot that I don't love you.

Inside a broken car, I'm rushing.

Are you awake?

We'll be right back.

Thank you.

We can't go without you.

We can't do it wrong.

And it happens when all my dreams come together.

And then it happens...

But the strangest dream is the dream of three years.

It has been a dream for me for so long that I don't remember if it was a dream

or a memory.

Over time...

An old man, a pensioner, in the direct and true sense of this

meaning.

Very far behind a woman of such quality, a fundamentally advanced pensioner

of high quality.

. . .

.

. . .

then you, Pyotr Ivanovich, are somewhere here, in the room.

I heard a certain voice from the abyss and immediately thought, this is

our annoying Pyotr Ivanovich.

Give me at least some sign.

Soak at least the air where you are flying.

How long do you intend to get a pension, my dear

king?

school.

The idea that has occupied him more

and more since some time.

What? You, Pyotr Ivanovich, decided to go to the first grade?

Very punctual and

worthy.

Yeah!

It's there.

It's finally time for the winter wind to come.

In the morning, the old woman did not leave a feeling of unhappiness.

. .

.

. . . .

Yes?

When?

I'll have to print it out from the school magazine.

I open my eyes, I wake up,

but it turns out that I deliberately

invented someone else's dream.

playing with us in bizarre,

mysterious and incomprehensible games.

Games of ours.