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The poet outlines the road he has already travelled. Having passed the end, he sets off on the second lap, because there is no choice and there will be no choice. But who knows about the second lap, repeating it over and over again? You can see it clearly from the balcony. The balcony means morning and flowers every time. "Why are we lying here?There is only one answer: «Between the flowers, / scales and wings / lies a lucky man, / but he is killed…» (laughter in the audience) «This strange predatory world&hellip(laughter in the audience) From the balcony you can see the flowerbeds melting in the sun … «Kiss her — wake yourself up » — a trap between the flowers. Rusted from waiting. Boiled in panther's urine so that you don't hear it: the shape of a snake merged with the coming rain. The visible cannot be explained, but it is a way of travelling. It's a dark story, but it's been revealed. Someone caused the rain and forgot to return it." «Vertep on Kurenivka» — Vano Kruger is on the road.