Tales - Vasya: I want to write. I don't know why, but I want to. Very. there is no strength to resist. I'll write.

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Track: -=ZTO BCE=- 02/19/2002 08:OЗPM  
By: DDT (D.J.KOT FALSE NOTE REMIX)     
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I want to write. I don't know why, but I want to.
Very. there is no strength to resist. I'll write.  
don't drink!  - I said to myself and realized that
that time has come.  time to drink. once every
month, if I understand correctly, I
must turn off your mind. as possible
stronger.  Apparently this time I'm too
I waited for a long time and told myself - don’t drink!  
a few days ago, I didn't even know the date
I remember.  the gunfighter called and said that
Today Vasya is leaving for St. Petersburg. want him
carry out? no, I answered, and went.    
even in the morning of this day, when I woke up and
again plunged into this world, I began
listen to your mind,
which has been for several days in a row
told me - let's drink!  but I don't
wanted to listen to him and turned away
to the side. but not on this day.            
On this day I admitted the possibility.
I believed her.  possibilities.  and she,
falling like a grain of sand into the wilds of my incomprehensible
true me, instantly grew to
enormous in size, displacing everything else
forunnecessary.                       
events began to be generated from the very
as fast as they could.  
and now it’s evening.                          
I put on a jacket, a hat, take money,
appeared on me this morning, like
once some time after
how did I allow that thought, I open the door
and I go out.                               
burning lights are annoying. it would be better to have them
there wasn't.  but then it would be too much
ok.  I walked to the next house and
went into the first entrance. poured into me
the smell of my face instantly switched my mind
to the earth. and I, trying not to breathe too often
without unnecessary need, started
climb the stairs. there was a smell above
not so noticeable, so I stopped thinking
about this.                                
two short calls.  They opened it for me.  I
I'm coming in.                                 
I give you the floppy disk with the magazine.  of course
first I extended my hand to the gunfighter. a
even before that I took off my hat and jacket. and
boots.                                
I never ask how anyone is
affairs.   not because it doesn't bother me
interested, but because I decided
fight appearances.   this is the most
rewarding activity.  and I understand those
who is interested in the same thing with me, after all
they know how things really are,
even if they are not interested in it, and if
they know, they hide it.and I decided to fight.                     
the gunfighter brought the second glass and
filled it with beer.  I remembered the smell
disgusts me, but decided
drown out my body's thoughts.  I'm firm
I decided to turn off my consciousness.          
I drink beer. not all at once. sips. mixture
water, alcohol and concentrate slowly
fills my stomach.                  
and now we are at the bus stop. a
before that the gunfighter asked if I would go
to Vasya, to which I answered - no. more precisely
it meant that I didn't want to, but then I
firmly decided.                           
although even now I don’t know if I’m right
did.  but he did.  small victory.
small defeat. no one will take it away from
me neither first nor second.            
everything would be too good - I thought,
looking at the lanterns, finishing an apple.         
the bus arrived - the twelfth, although we
were waiting for 1a.  there was only 15 minutes to wait, and
here is the twelfth.  decided on it and
go.  this bus used to run on
a different route, but near the optics should
stop.  optics is a store,
the closest stop to Vasya's house.        
it was quite fun, I sat by the window on
second seat on the right.  inside the bus
brightly lit by lamps.  everything would be fine
very good - I was happy for the bus
and had fun.                            
gunfightertold a joke. I smiled
and was already far away.   my consciousness
was getting further and further away from me. the goal is everything
closer.                                  
here are the optics. Let's get out. let's go. cold
the wind always blows in my face. regardless
from the direction.  everything would be too much
good here too.                         
passers-by looked at him with half-dead eyes
me. I tried not to answer them.        
Vasya's house, entrance. call. no one for a long time
doesn't open.  opened. Vasya. his thoughts
became completely transparent, but I firmly
decided.  although if I weren't so far away
from my consciousness, I would. No. however,
if I were so far away, how would I
I wish I would have done it completely differently.
more precisely, on the contrary.  as if I weren't
so far away.                              
I take off my hat, jacket and boots. room.
guitar.  I frantically grab it and try
play something.                        
The gunfighter reminds Vasya about the glasses.
Vasya carries glasses. three pieces. gunfighter
takes out two one and a half liter bottles from the bag
bottles of strong beer. Vasya's thoughts again
became transparent, and my consciousness became
come closer to me. I grabbed the glass and
started drinking.                             
They decided to feed everyone, but three portions
delicious cutlet with pasta
were unanimously transferred to the gunfighter. he
I haven't eaten since morning. I wouldn't mind eating either
but the soul takes over.last time I ate
meat yesterday in the form of sausage. there's no meat there
it was, but go prove it to me.               
drink beer.  The gunfighter's task is to raise
Vasya's mood, because it's been a week
his mood is below a certain level
gunfighter measurements. good idea. good
goal.  but I had another, more
selfish. turn off consciousness. and I him
turned off.                               
Vasily calls Pasha. Pasha comes through
10 minutes, but doesn’t want to drink beer.        
We sit, drink beer and talk. everyone
about yours.  for example, I told how
It's great to drive to the village.
gunfighter said it would be nice
go to St. Petersburg in the summer.  Vasya and Pasha
They said I don’t remember what.                  
I accidentally spilled some beer on myself.
Vasya gave me a towel. humiliate one's consciousness
for a higher purpose.                       
crucian carp comes. This is Vasya's brother. young
man with glasses. calls a taxi. taxi
this is cool. 10 minute walk to the station.  
We sat with Vasya for about 2 hours.          
we go out into the street and wait for a taxi. all plus
Vasya's mom. in a fur coat, but without a hat. and I'm in
hat, as well as a jacket and boots.
Just kidding.  Vasya’s thoughts are transparent again. I
I understand his condition. experienced. was.
as far as I can imagine.  
my consciousness is far away. I'm not like that at all
what I want to be. my soul is far away, busy
a matter thatshe can't do in
another time. she's almost free. I just
we see.  the appearance with which I decided
fight.                               
everything would be too good.             
A taxi arrives and everyone gets in. it's a taxi
cool.  Delivery to the station costs 25 rubles.
we go out, the gunfighter and Vasya carry the bag to
to the train.  we go into the carriage, Vasya puts it down
bag under the seat and go outside.      
a lot of people.                           
me, gunfighter, Vasya, brother Vasya, Pasha and
some lady.                          
we stand in a group. there are many such groups among
total unformed mass.   people
walking, waiting. live. I'm not here. my mind
shared with the soul. finally.              
we talk about nothing, cling to every
someone else’s thought and develop it as our own. I
I suggest Vasya sell me a three-button
the mouse he gave me a year ago
for temporary use. now she's for me
not needed, but my consciousness is persistent
I decided to buy it forever. right here, behind
nth amount. made. now I have two
mice.                                   
Pasha and gunfighter develop a common idea
- the gunfighter’s hood is dirty.
The gunfighter tears it off with a sharp movement.
It's okay, it's on rivets. Pasha
does not calm down, the gunfighter takes out a toy
and points it at Pasha.  toy
contains five cartridges with very
unpleasant content.  if onlynot
I saw the cops - I think and lower my hand
gunfighter down.  everyone understands what it is
only a game, so everyone has fun. like,
no one saw.                        
the lady is silent.  I don't remember any of her
words.  Looks like she's not quite there yet
I realized where I was. especially when about zx
there was talk.   but I was determined
fight appearances.                  
everyone suffers from this.                  
everyone is having fun and everyone is confident. Pasha
always has his own opinion, besides he
sober I'm not talking about when I'm drunk.      
chilly.                              
The train's departure is delayed by an hour.      
the train moves to another track.
let's go there.                         
We're standing there.                              
announce boarding or ask passengers
take your seats. I don't remember. We say goodbye.
I shook Vasya’s hand many times. everyone wanted
the best for him.  his thoughts were
transparent.  We stand in front of the window for a long time.
inside Vasya.  he just looks. sometimes
smiles.    I ask him to write
something on a foggy window. but glass
double and fogged up from the inside.             
we stand and watch.                        
the bus should leave soon and we
Let's go to the stop. at the bus stop
several people are standing. this is the last one
bus.                                
the bus is coming.  let's sit down.  onthird
seat on the right. I'm sitting by the window.          
warm and light.                         
I even like to ride the bus,
when there are few people.                      
we find out that after twenty-two hours
the bus costs 8 rubles. we pay.         
in the left row sits a young lady in a hood
shone and chews incessantly. she reminded
one person for me. very similar face.
a couple of meeting glances, but each without
answer.  I think we speak different languages
languages, so no one understood anything.  
she chewed all the way, and the main part
my consciousness was absorbed in this
fact. I was far away.                   
we've arrived. It's not that cold outside. let's go to
shop and buy more beer and dumplings.
then I fell asleep.  but before that I took it off
hat, jacket and boots. and he also came
home, or rather not home, but to another
apartment.  the gunfighter also didn’t come to
for a long time, we drank a couple of glasses.            
most of the beer and whole dumplings
remained untouched.                   
I fell asleep. I don’t remember my dreams at all that night.
maybe the soul was too busy to
show me dreams.                     
but I really want to believe what I did to her
a nice gift and she during this time
managed to do as much as possible
what I wanted.                             
otherwise, why?                        
you see - I found ita piece of meaning.