Ты знаешь, Элли, время не пощадимо. Тотошка вырос...

You know, Ellie, time is not merciful. Toto grew up in a gray-haired, well-fed wolfhound. Frightened by a scarecrow in a field, a lumberjack in a barn holds doors during the day, and creaks at night that the oil has become worse. The seller of fairy tales is now in prison, fairies are hiding between the foothills, they have chaos and revolution, and even six-legged creatures are completely wild. And you grew up, Ally, time is merciless. After the tales, the children are not promised anything ... You grew up, Ellie. In the morning you cook breakfast for your husband, then you look on the prairie through the window of a deserted farm. Nobody needs your Emerald City. Even to you. Spring soon. Nerves shook.
But every year you look into the distance, curse the calm and call a tornado. Leaf through the past. You read the future in sips. You're an adult, Ally. Why do you need that? The emerald city is fearfully hiding behind the hills ...