Yuri Vizbor. Breakfast overlooking Elbrus (№ 156758)

Probably only after thirty years I began to embrace the notion that the worst thing in life is wasted time. Sometimes I just physically felt through me flowing stream absolutely blank, nothing filled time. It tormented me. I felt like a water boy, carrying water in the desert. The bucket is flowing, and precious drops note my way, instantly evaporating on hot stones. And I myself this water is not the future, and to drink certain. I vaguely suspected that it was not in this bucket to be infinite, right there, over sun-scorched plateaus, I just feel the need to. But the bucket is leaking, and there is no stop loss.