Max Frye. Tales of the old Vilnius (№ 171391)

She has always, since childhood as I can remember, was sick the whole world - vimeochannel, hostile, awkward and absurdly arranged, is not amenable to correction, but shining, sounding, vibrating, windy, fire and ice, is so great that, give it a will, would cry excitedly from the rapture from morning till night, and, perhaps, even in sleep. But the will itself it is, of course, was not given, kept in tight rein, breathing shallowly, trying to think smaller and only about pressing issues, always standing there, inside himself, stretched out on the rack "quietly", not to sleep, not to collapse in sweet darkness, not to explode from overwhelming her a delicious meal.