So take notice of it: sevice will be fine (shit),
main thing is not to get to (shit) Russian Island (shit),
otherwise service will be fine (shit).
I heard this name...
agree, name is strange - Russian Island...
And I even asked again: excuse me, is there really such island?
There is. (shit)
Forget about it, alright?
Forget about it.
You probably want service to be normal (shit),
you don't want it to be unnatural (shit)?
So forget about it, right?
But I kept it in mind.
That is, I shouldn't get there.
That is, if not to get there, service could be normal;
if to get there, service will be unnatural, there's no sense getting there.
But that it would be normal...it was clear at once that it wouldn't be.
In any case.
Train was running, running, running...
Trees were flashing and with every tree it was getting scarrier and scarrier.
Then one flash - ??? city.
Big city. There's much people living there for a long time.
And we went farther.
And it became even scarrier.
These deckhands were amusing, they were not funny, rather amusing.
Later these two deckhands dissolved among hundreds of other deckhands
and it was impossible to distinguish them from others.
And I myself dissolved among thousands
and it was impossible to distinguish me from others,
but all deckhands are amusing.
Not funny, rather amusing.
Now I'll show what mariners can be like.
Not funny, but amusing.
Mariners were amusing. In every station they went on the platform
they had old casette recorder,
they put on music which was most fancy at the moment
went like this and watched if somebody was looking at them or not.
[somedy] is looking. So everything is not done in vain.
So, train was running, running
it became more scarry and scarry.
What was I afraid of?
What was so scarry in my life that I was already frightened and scared?
Where did fear come from?
What could I be afraid of? What was there so terrible in my life
that I could be afraid and understand
that I will go there and there will be the same only more frightening?
Nothing more scarry like when you open...
door like that...
and there's winter, dark, and school somewhere ahead.
And go!
There was nothing scarrier that this.
Main thing: you go to school and it's very cold. Very.
You always go somehow like this...
You understand, don't you?
It's...warmer this way, arms don't touch sleeves.
Near go your fellows in misery...
Moms are pulling firstgraders and they sleep as they walk...
And especially gifted are being brought on sledge...
All of this is moving towards school.
You can completely shut off your brain,
you shut off your brain and legs go by themselves.
Because they know this path.
And all of this is so familiar, snow is crunching,
lanterns everywhere, sounds of boulevard somewhere away...
all those sounds fall into your brain at once and
disturbs your living and you go...
shadows, shadows and ahead there's already schoolyard
and there is so cold and terrible winter trees
The school itself cannot be seen yet, only windows are seen.
Three windows at a time.
These windows are light, those are classrooms.
And light coming from there is so poisonous!
You draw your head into your shoulders like a turtle in the shell,
and you go on.
You go. But there is nothing you should be afraid of!
Why should you be? You've done your lessons,
mom has checked them, everything is correct.
Why are you going there and why are you afraid?
There's school-corner.
You have to make a turn there and you know
as soon as you make a turn wind will blow in your face.
You make a turn and - indeed! - wind blows in the face!
There's little roof and lantern: that's school entrance.
And under this lantern in that entrance everybody
is being sucked in from every direction.
Three windows on the second floor...
most poisonous light comes from there -
that is russian language and literature class.
And first two lessons are russian language. And russian language.