Слушай, а ты чего тут одна сидишь? Ждешь,...

Listen, why are you sitting here alone? Waiting for someone, probably? Well, I'll sit down here next to you, can I? Thank. And I came to drink. Yes, have a drink. In general, I love everything bitter - beer here is bitter, that's good. Please give the girl a beer. Yes. Why are you so sad? What? Did not come? What a fool. You can’t leave beautiful girls alone. Why am I alone? But. The girl left me. Month ago. She left that day when the acacia blossomed, when the branches dressed in live white fog, she left ...

When she left, the world dressed in silence. It became so quiet - it seems that people were saying something around, some kind of noise, people, the metro is noisy, the city is noisy.
But to me - imagine, for the first time - everywhere, wherever I turned out to be so quiet ... As if I were left alone in the whole world. And it was so good.
I usually have so many thoughts: I often come up with something. Recently, I have been occupied with a mechanism that would open the toilet door for the cat, when she had the urge to go to the tray in the middle of the night. I have, you know, a very tight door to the bathroom ... Well ...
Many thoughts! Sometimes I start to worry about someone. I think - how is the person there? At this moment - what is he doing? Is he good? What does he see?
Sometimes I almost see firsthand - here he is, a man sitting at his computer, comfortable. Nearby is a cup of coffee, almost empty. He is a little bored, but comfortable.

She left - and my thoughts ran out. Even ears were sometimes blocked by silence.
The nights became fluid, inky and as big as the ocean.
And I felt calm. Erased all the whine, all the roughness that tormented me.
It became very, very quiet, it still happens in winter - when the snow falls.

I was a sailor. Every night I went sailing in silence.

When you start missing a person, the little things torment him most. You usually miss the little things. By some ridiculous general phrases, by smells, by small impressions that are inherent in this particular person.
Suddenly you catch yourself, like if you forgot the keys, you feel yourself, you feel your life with anxiety - where is it? And there aren’t all these cute things ...
And it is piercingly impossible to breathe in such moments.

Deep silence was sometimes interrupted by pieces of some senseless pain. Phantom pain, torment, something hot and red, it doesn’t matter.

But, you know - oh, I'm sorry, I talk a lot today. Do you want to order something? Maybe a cake? Oh whiskey. Okay, please whiskey for the girl. What will you be? Yeah. That's what she said.
Well ... Why did I start this whole story - I'm not so drunk ...
If you go through loneliness that tastes like love and like spring water. If you go through a pain that pulsates like the Universe ... If you stay in your dance on a rope stretched over a precipice, you can find out that laughter tastes the same as love ...

You know, the song is playing very beautiful right now ... You ... wouldn’t like to dance a little? Yes? Well then, let's go.

Laughter is the same as love, you see. Fun trembles in stone, a space drive sweeps through time. Laughter is the only antidote to fear of death. So go dance now. Dance until your hair is wet and your thoughts are clear. And in the morning, when the edge of the sun touches the horizon, in this immortal second you will remember something important about yourself. Grasp this knowledge and bring another into your life.
And do not return to the past.