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Sometimes it seems to me that I am a small girl in a huge audience, and although I cannot see the Lecturer, I can clearly hear His voice, and I pick up a paper and a pen... Oh no, I do not attribute any special gift or talent to myself, but I always tell everyone that I do not actually write, but only write down what the Invisible Lecturer dictates to me, who rules this whole ball under the name "POETRY". Bah! These are not even poems, but probably the state of mind of the Great Speaker to whom I am an eternal slave... Thank you for the opportunity to hear!