Još jedan dan slobode, još samo prvi maj, i onda opet obveze. Bilo je veoma ugodno gledati kako prolaze ovi praznici i sa osmijehom otiskivati svoju maštu na tvrde stranice uvezane u digitalnu projekciju što mi zovemo računalo. Iako ne rado očekujem početak škole, no šta je tu je, do tada evo vam mali cuttout iz sljedećeg poglavlja:
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When I aproached the doors and turned the handle, out of no reason the train started and my watch was running again. But, there were no people in my coach. I returned to my cabin taking out from my bag, my only true friends since I lost my brother and comrades, votka and a nagan. Drinking the last drop I filled my rewolwer and held it closely to my heart. After several minutes the doors swung open nearly giving me a heart attack, but it was just Goblar with his strange walking stick in a shape of a candy cane.
-Hello, Nikolai! How you been? – he asked me cheerfully sating down
-Well, I could have been better, by the way, why are you still awake? – the smell of rotten meat came into the cabin again, it must have been something that Goblar was carying.
-I don’t sleep, I walk, I awake! All time, I walk. Walk, walk, just walk. – to me, Goblar was a very unusual fellow, despite his look
-So, why did you came?
-Ah, I forgot almost. Master see you now, in fiften minutes, he bring dinner.
-But it is four am, does he ever sleep? - I was intrigued by his so called “Master”
-Can’t speek now, Goblar must go, feed the chickens! – he left the cabing jumping around singing and gripping tightly his walking stick
How the hell did I got into this trouble? I ran from my enemie, from my country, and even from my friends. Now I ended up with a strange guy that had an even “stranger master”. Oh God… Why me…