I rather ask about the gates! Yes, the gates! Maybe I should ask her something? The girl.

I understand that, but what of it? What would change my understanding?īecause here it's just like on the other side of the cracking screen of an old TV, which struggles to the fight against static noise and strives to show it's audience everything without missing a single detail.īut the picture is getting blurry. I could but to do that, I would need to pick myself up, make a step, move my hand.īut this is a dream. Since everything that surrounds me here is real!Īs real as things in my own flat: I could open the gates, hear the hinges creak, brush the crumbling rust away with my hand, inhale the fresh cool air and shiver from the cold. You don't have to know where or why to realize: something is really happening. Of course, if it all would have happened in real life, I would have certainly be scared.īut this is just a dream. Only a glimpse of memory will remain, of gates – half-opened, as if inviting me somewhere – with two frozen stone pioneers standing close.Īnd also that strange girl.

But it's all forgotten in the morning, as usual.

Everlasting summer h scenes ulyana