Yuri Markeev. Spider Zhigulev (№ 354343)

Stop. Dreaming. Stash there, and without it there is no heaven to me. Need to gather strength and to go from hell to hell. The thirty-nine steps. Don't fall. Don't step aside. Hell, go in small steps. The thirty-nine steps down, then two hundred steps from a tram stop and an eternity of expectation. First appear Valera, gloomy, nasty Valera with the muscles of Hercules and shallow eyes old woman prozentsatz. Valerie will walk about the stop back and forth with a brilliant superiority. And he's right – he was well the night before and be fine tomorrow morning. But if he is well, he is already in the superlative Paradise compared to the pale shadows, just came out of hell. Many of us, Valera one. And all want of warmth going through my veins sad, but not everyone has the money to buy warmth.

I have no money, but there is a desire of Paradise. And waking up from a spider cheating thoughts, I need, need, need. Hurry to me and my body. And soul, and brain, and the "I", disordered and dressed in rags, to putting yourself back together and triumph. October. Thirty-nine steps, two hundred steps to heaven possible. Time. The Kingdom of heaven is taken by force. The Kingdom of the earth too. Severe withdrawal symptoms in the morning, Oh, how heavy.