Another masterpiece by Anton Semenov. Do you like? No?! Damn him… go away!!
Cold water flows down my face and I open my eyes. Damn him! Again… My nose inhales fusty air and I understand that this nightmare isn’t just a delirium. It’s real… I take up the wet pen. I write ‘fuck you’ carefully in the moist writing-book. Letters are dancing and I close my eyes, but I can’t close my ears.
– She will write. She can. She’s trying to rebel but I can force her.
…give me the strength to speak and to be silent
give me the strength to be a lamb and a tyrant…
Some might suppose that this is my paradise. I would agree if it were not for one zesty detail… What would you name the paradise that you can’t leave? I call it ‘a gaol’. Do you…
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