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The truth is within us.
Everything else is a hoax.
So I'm not scared.
Anything that seems weird.
The sounds of the city are removed,
Invalid tedious vote,
I'm losing the thread of conversation
And I go into my inner space.

I woke up when the sun was red, and it was the only distinct time in my life, the strangest moment when I didn't know who I was: far from home, driven and tortured by travel, in a cheap room I had never seen before, steam whistling outside the window, old hotel wood crackling, footsteps upstairs and all these sad sounds, and I looked at the high ceiling all in cracks, and for fifteen strange seconds I really didn't know who I was. It's not scary; it's just that I'm someone else, some stranger, and my whole life is ghostly, it's a ghost.

Lazy time, as the sand flowed,
But he was captivated by our ancestors,
Found in it a harmony, and a measure, and a number,
Since then, it has lived in a clock, as in a cage.
The clock measures work and sleep,
Define meetings and separations.
For us hours calm, measured ringing -
Then peaceful, then combat sounds.

- Soon you will find it all too.

Quote in English

It was October, and the sun was piercing the tight cool air with honey. Mom walked next to her in a plaid coat, and rustling a paper bag. It smelled of vanilla, autumn, wind. It smells like it when something good is about to happen and you're waiting for a miracle at any moment.
So now it seemed to me that with each step the sky becomes higher, the street is wider, the sounds are louder and more cheerful.

- Look...

Once, my mother told her that childhood is a big blue wave that lifts you up, carrying you forward, but disappearing from sight as soon as you begin to think that this will always be the case. You can't run after it, and you can't get it back either. However, before it disappears, the wave leaves you a gift on the shore - a rapana shell. She has the sounds of childhood inside her. And even now, if you close your eyes and listen carefully, Jamilya could catch these sounds: the laughter of younger brothers and sisters, dad's words when he broke the fast and ate three dates, the singing of his mother, who cooked food, the crackle of an evening fire, the rustle of acacia sheets standing near the house ...

You can write down letters, but their sounds live only once.

The process of destruction was launched at the moment when the Russian refused to follow me. Now nothing can stop this decay. Everything began to tilt and fall apart. Now I was the captain, whose ship was rapidly sinking. And the iceberg hit by the ship is Mashkovskaya.

In the pitch haze of sunset,
When fate is in the balance
From the line where we once were
We will be able to understand what is high
Invisible world, de only shadows,
Where souls are like mirages...
But the porch creaks the steps,
And hedgehogs live under the porch.
And all earthly with the mountain together
And forms a series of lives,
As if the sounds of a new song,
Which you are immensely happy about.

Someone is singing downstairs. That is, he does not even sing, but shouts out the words of the song. All these people who need their TV to shout constantly. Or a radio or a turntable. All these people who are frightened by the silence. These are my neighbors. Sound-goliks. Silence is a phobia.

Like the nerves in the human body, the underworld governs the life of the external world. Our actions stem from and depend on substances and signals emanating from the ground: vibrations, floods, sounds, light, tap water - everything affects our lives. What is below us is a shadow, a twin of the city.

- Well, personally, it seems to me that you are not able to accept the departure of such a handsome man as me!
- And where do these misconceptions come from, clever?
[Vuki makes sounds like laughter]
- Laugh, laugh, ball! You didn't see us alone in the south aisle. There she expressed her true feelings.
- Mine?... Oh you, arrogant, dirty nerfopas!
- Who's dirty here?