Book: River

The book that I have read understood and intended to read, will not read, not even because there will not be time for this, but because I can't remember what I couldn't understand. And something half-assed once, nedotovane and stay there.

... scared to take the first step, first breath... But you took a step, then breathed - nothing terrible, nothing special.

And as soon as I got the idea that you can go, the next thought was that it is necessary to go necessarily.

And it's still February, the strong wind Sunday, and almost no people on the street, and cars pass very rarely.
Until spring still have to live.

But nowhere, in any, even seemingly the most quiet place, away from the distant meadows, some distant Siberian village, nowhere is impossible to feel like just a man in a sort of just a natural-geographical space. All the time felt country, a certain country, our country. And even if you do not see anything or anyone, to go through a field, no roads, not to carry any means of communication, and all around not hearing people... And there is no house, not even a single telephone pole, with a sign in Russian, or transmission line does not disturb the naturalness of the landscape and not in the sky the white stripes from the plane, which would suggest on the age and time... anyway, if you go by this field, then it is not Canada, or even Alaska... how are you going already felt and visible in our country.