Life. Death. Love.Cold. A vile, opposite cold. I hate him. A wind. A strong ice wind. I hate it him. I cost, having muffled from a head up to legs, and it is all the same cold. Green. Well, at last. I go. Features! Again this wind! Directly to face. Yes when it will end? Bright light sideways. Squeal of brakes. I have not time to turn at all. Deaf impact. The further is remembered hardly. I remember, how fell. I remember, how has realized, that I lay on road. A pain. An intolerable, intolerable pain. I hate her (something I "hate" for one day too much). I do not wish to die now! I do not want in such cold! - it is carried by in a head.
- And anybody to ask you and will not be! Someone's metal voice reaches with a side. I have not time even to be surprised. I hear one more voice. Soft, gentle, absolutely opposite to the first:
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