*** ***Everything is calm There is no windowsJust like the moment(second) before the shakes There is no doorsLike I have nothing to proceed, The hell of mine immeredAnd then I don't get what I'm really nead. The Red eye's envisaging is like a frailness groan. The cracked cat-ice is tread and snowed. Onlooker sees most of the game ***I see that you out there must be ok? You say that I'm your extention. There is something that I can't pretend. The crowdless feeling is like a self-distruction. There is something that I cannot stand.P.S. Nu uzh hochetsya eshe ochen' ne svoe, no lubimoe tvorenie vpisat'. Kartinka tozhe emu posvyashyaetsya. There are barn doorsAnd there are revolving doors.There are doors that open by themselves.There are sliding doors and there are secret doors.Doors in the rudders of big shipsAnd there are revolving doors.There are doors that lockAnd doors that don'tThere are doors that let you inAnd outBut never openBut there are trapdoorsThat you CAN'T COME BACK FROM.