Saturday, December 15, 2007

. I Will Not Speak, As I Have Spent

. I will not speak, as I have spent this night as, broken into splinters, collected in parts itself in the morning for work as hardly-hardly shuffling the feet left, old and colourless, in the morning with children who have unusually fallen silent. On work I have tried to pass all possible meetings with colleagues, but it it was not possible, and I had to tear off sharply enough some sympathising inquiries about the condition. From a cathedral office I did not want, could not, had no right to call to it for work: all at once would pay attention to my dead voice and would open the ears-zvukouloviteli. At a call box in a corridor the turn of students endlessly crowded. I left in a main recess on street: about My God, any whole device in district - the committing excesses horde of vandals here has swept. It was necessary to reach metro station. I have feverishly dialled number of its office number. Gloomy: - To you listen. - Egor, it I! - at me meeting. - when to you to call? - What for? - As.

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