in peace - vigilance, in war - victory, in death - sacrifice!
как своеобразное начало.
Everything is still the same.
Now, after years, I am standing at the middle of the room, grey, empty, cold, our room, thinking of all I had, of all I loosed, of all, I had ever been… Hadn’t I? I’m standing here – and something warm, viscous and weightless is around me. It hugs me so soft and gently, I just can’t breathe. It is around and inside me, it has deep, blue eyes, like icy lakes somewhere at the North.
Emptiness.
Everything is still the same.
Now, after years, I am standing at the middle of the room, grey, empty, cold, our room, thinking of all I had, of all I loosed, of all, I had ever been… Hadn’t I? I’m standing here – and something warm, viscous and weightless is around me. It hugs me so soft and gently, I just can’t breathe. It is around and inside me, it has deep, blue eyes, like icy lakes somewhere at the North.
Emptiness.