World was so great that I did not have time, I run skipping, after it is measured off by the stepping father , it hung on the little finger.The cave of sleeve sways overhead.Bewitched it was by the mass of things, in the childhood.Not that that in DeDstve.It hurried here along the street , houses store the history of our relations.In this - uncle in three my increases/growths it carried from the depths of house to the verandah, turned present SWORD before my face!Peasants were removed together with my ecstasy, after grasping elbows, they were swung, tyuey shchurilis' in the sun.Wide smile rolled over the circle.to shchast'e.Miracle- lamp/canopy in the night here broke through the dark.Drew the pattern of pine branches on of the scattering of stars, opened right through entire street, upersya into the concrete wall of plant, zavodika, old factory.That brought up in the Soviet Union, absorbed that mentioned by poet " less than tyshchi of the number and we do not think ".Terribly it was distressed, it was distressed, it got tired, it got tired to be distressed and ceased, it was evened, neither enthusiasm nor disappointments.It paid by enthusiasm for the calmness.Sword ceased to be for me vital it was necessary. Completely I bypass and even not thirst to look into the sea binoculars.4 already barely I want to kill, to get down under the slope of electric railway, to explode plants, weirs hydroelectric power plants, to chop heads.I got tired.They exhausted me, surrounded, entangled and tyuey derzhut .4 already almost I do run true it was subdued?It was shut/simulated?I is satisfied zhevachkoy, by fate, porno .Japanese fishing line is unnecessary, raise dust glider/airframe, photographic enlarger, flash/burst, hundreds of slides of my life .Luggage of the rejected/thrown knowledge, forgotten ideologies on the book regiments .Dull heroes, distant emotions, primitive motivations.They faded.In the old babushkinom house - shed.In the shed they are hidden, in the shed they lie, if we look, thorough to look, can on the garret, in the canopy I will compulsorily find it.Entire five years, entire life I await. Expectation is rewarded, obtain reward.Here is it, the long-awaited small, white, passenger airliner, guest from the future.Guest from the future?Here when it was determined!But there were in the sky of 1969 reactive/jet liners?Enlightenment and doubt.The now already agonizing question did draw in the sky of 1969 white strips reactive/jet liners?That is not a question for whom.4 not the cloud/club of experts.Other accents, other faces, another plane.Parallel nashy worlds intersect and are interwoven.