“Pass the note,” I ask the guy in the white baseball cap.
My station, Sokolniki ...
Do not push through.
We drive from the street together
Podbelsky. -
Read. Now answer.
The next station is Krasnoselskaya.
Our Father, look from heaven,
Now, something is probably required of me - the announcement.
I am the grain that has passed a hundred layers, a thousand sieves,
I will ascend in any land, in asphalt, in clay, in mud.
It turns out.
- What is the number? Nine?
- Eight. -
Heard her voice
first time.
Railway carriage
got enough sleep
someone pushed me.
Next is the Red Gate.
Our Father, look from heaven,
Now, something is probably required of me - the announcement.
I am the grain that has passed a hundred layers, a thousand sieves,
I will ascend in any land, in asphalt, in clay, in mud.
Cotton.
Wagon jerked
somewhere to the side
and I have a face
scattered like lines pattern.
Blood creeps on the floor.
I'm lucky.
I sat to the right of the door, not the left.
Our Father, thou art in heaven,
Now, something is probably required of me - the announcement.
I am the grain that has passed a hundred layers, a thousand sieves,
I will ascend in any land, in asphalt, in clay, in mud.
