The small town on his eyes lost the reserved mystery, turning
In the most ordinary provincial back street similar, we guess, that, in
What our young man has spent the early years. The wanderer tested
Disappointment, but not especially strong. "The life as a life", - was told by him to itself(himself),
Shrugging shoulders. Eventually only one had the present value:
Came nearer it is time to be to It - That about whom the wanderer not for a moment did not forget,
For the sake of whom has started vysokouchenyj a feat.
How many, will tell, however, efforts to make trifling walk with
The lady, start up even keeping for the handle! But it not our grief.
The amazing number of events and persons held now in its dreams, especially
In last in which he waited for It, and It has come!. Yes, It has come, but then
All was confused: any vanity, call to the aid, he runs on the erose
To ladder in a cellar, and there - there something absolutely unusual, that
To remember it, however, has not managed: it was expected by awakening and preudivitelnaja
x x x
So, while it did hasty records in a thick writing-book, was lighted