.. - And I am not here. I have never been here, I stayed there. Now I am just coming back to myself... Do you hear me? Yes... Farewell... Farewell. Forgive me... Sergey Pavlovich! Go on! Sergey Pavlovich! Seryozha... - I forgot... - What? - A face. - What face? Of the boy in Sevastopol, on the last day of the escape... On the pavement. Everything else has confused, blended, gone... But I remember him. But I forgot his face. My God... What was it all that happened this year and a half? Dreams? Explain it to me - where, why did we run? Pillars on the platforms, black sacks, then heat... I want to go to Liteyny street again, I want to see... snow again... I want to forget everything as if nothing has happened... Nothing has happened indeed... It was a dream. We will make it... It will snow again... and will cover our footsteps... I have remembered! - What? I've remembered his face. What is this? The horses are waiting for us. It's time. The End
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