… Яркий блеск цветных звезд Постепенно исчез. Потускнело вокруг. Я заметил дежурный свет –
И увидел шов на своей груди, И не нащупал пульс… Где привычный сердечный стук?.. Где моя боль, что жила внутри?!
… Шаг за шагом вспоминая, Мысль за мыслью теребя, Я опять пришел в себя.
Кто все это?! Я не знаю… – Видно, сильная болезнь. ... a cotton head. Cold in the body. Emptiness in the chest. White peace, which is bad. Around it is dark.
I really want to see where I am And what happened to me.
... the effect of anesthesia passes. I know this scrap: I was not for the operation for the first time. Now I'm trying to understand
What is missing In me this time ... This time.
... I remember the failure in the void And I remember how they woke me up Blows on the cheeks White people are pretty faces
In masks, in white helmets. I remember diving in sleep But it is important for me to know What was before him
And how - with complete consciousness! - I became a useless creature. And who needed So that I become unnecessary?
Let's say together: - Who needs it? .. Let's say together: - Who needs it? .. Let's say together: - Who needs it?!
... bright shine of colored stars Gradually disappeared. Turned around. I noticed the duty on duty -
And I saw a seam on my chest, And I did not feel the pulse ... Where is the usual hearty knock? .. Where is my pain, what lived inside?!
... Remembering step by step, Thought behind the thought of tapping I came to my senses again.
Who is all this?! I don't know… - Apparently, a strong disease.