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- No, Colleague, in big elections when they need your vote.

Finally one! Only occasionally the noise of belated tired fiacre can be heard from the street. There are several hours of silence, if not rest, ahead. Finally! The tyranny of human faces has receded, and I can only suffer because of myself.

Now he had complete control of his feelings. They were even unusually acute and susceptible. The terrible shock suffered by his body so intensified and refined them that they noted what had previously been inaccessible to them. He could feel the ripples in his face and take turns discerning the sound of each push of water. He looked at the wooded shore, saw separately every tree, every leaf and veins on it, all down to the insects in the foliage - cicadas, flies with shiny backs, gray spiders stretching their web from branch to branch. He saw all the colors of the rainbow in the dew droplets on millions of blades of grass. The buzzing of a midge dancing over the whirlpools, the fluttering of dragonflies' wings, the blows of the paws of a floating beetle that looked like a boat raised by oars - all this was intelligible music. The fish slid at his very eyes, and he heard the sound of water dissected by it.

• Aphorisms and poems - inner awareness of our importance in the field of art!

When you knead the dough, your veins are filled with the power of the earth. When you fry meat, the soul of the killed animal talks to you, demanding respect. When you clean a fish, you hear the sound of the water in which it swam. Therefore, fish must be handled with care so that the finished dish retains the memory of the sea.

Without you, one for the two of us.

Thunder struck unexpectedly, at first -
Furious blow and rumble protracted,
And then there was a slight noise,
Hurried, joyful and wet.
The rain roared quietly, chanting,
Watering the yard and roof of the house,
Whispering a humble raging anger
From the height of the thunder that broke down.

Like those guys scurrying downstairs.

Red month, quiet noise? ..

Left in the New Year.

But now it is the beginning of April, and the holy week is approaching. Little by little, summer work begins. The sun is getting warmer and brighter every day; the air smells of spring and irritating effect on the body. The coming red days excite the chained person, give birth to some desires, aspirations, longing in him. It seems that you are even more sad about freedom under a bright sunlight than on a rainy winter or autumn day, and this is noticeable on all prisoners. They seem to be happy with bright days, but at the same time they increase some impatience, impetuousness. Right, I noticed that in the spring it seemed as if we had more frequent quarrels. More often there was noise, screaming, gam, stories; and at the same time, it happened, you suddenly notice somewhere at work someone's thoughtful and persistent look into the blue distance, somewhere there, on the other side of the Irtysh, where it begins with an immense tablecloth, thousands and a half versts, free Kyrgyz steppe; you sweep someone's deep breath, with all your chest, as if it pulls a person to breathe this distant, free air and relieve them of the crushed, chained soul.

I am writing these lines while sitting at the table in the large reception room, and I try not to pay attention to the noise that reigns here. Every minute I am interrupted by various questions. Every now and then we have to jump up and give some instructions. But I'm used to writing in such conditions. It is important for me to be in the hospital at this time, at my post, in order to see and hear everything that is happening there, and to be responsible for everything.

The noise of the tree is not created by the fruits, but by the foliage.

Time to hear yourself and understand what you want today.