atmosphere
... coming home from school. Terms of silence, the streets are empty, falls quiet and hardly noticeable snow. The sky is cloudy, but bright, as if the sun. The air is ringing - and it's not nonsense.
It seems to me that I was in Poland that Christmas will soon come that delicious family dinner and a warm Christmas tree waiting for me to have here at home.
I'm sure I'm in Poland. It seems that the grandmother with grandchildren speak Polish and discuss the gifts and crafts. Around the corner - the Polish church. Behind - the Polish embassy. Even thought I polish. Maybe the roots too?
The man asked me how to get to the Georgian shaft. Explain in detail.
wonder what Moscow was here a hundred, two hundred years ago? "So, we already were in the range of the shaft - in the border outposts - in Moscow! And the Georgian settlement, and the Polish settlement - have lived here beside them, also already Muscovites. I also look on "local" resident?
plunk-plunk-plunk - ringing my heels. "The only sound is silence ..."
Rarely in recent years can be distracted from thinking about the next lessons of violent measures against the first-year students or uncooked dinner.
I have not enough air.
That's where the buried my creativity.
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