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I hate train stations!

A lost look and dim light in the oppressive corridors. People scurrying around, suitcases. Stomp. Murmur. Something like “I love you” and a whisper. The lack of courage to say the innermost is quite sincere and not pretentious.

Dad, I forgot what it means to be brave... I have completely hardened among these humane people. From foot to foot. The train arrives in 15 minutes. Some acquaintances, strangers... I wish I could delete them. Something always prevents me from hugging you carefully. Probably a complete inability to be gentle with you. After all, you can touch, but not feel the moment. I would like a breath of warm wind for you. But neither time, nor goals, nor thoughts have power. You are leaving. You and I are apart again. To say that I am you, to step over this abyss of rumors, alien ideas, distances and fictions...

Dad, it seems the tears have stopped again.

Dad, I'm not used to saying goodbye to you...

Dad, if you can, quickly stay! I...hate train stations...

Among these empty promises, among your quick farewells, the stomping of those who are passing by, alien to me.

Dad, I just want to give my soul for your smile. Therefore, you know, I’ll endure it... You say something... warm, tender. And I would shout that my adjacent heart is forever next to you!

Dad, your daughter was covered by a wave. Honestly? Love you! I rarely talk about this. But you know that it is hardest for those most loved to say the most valuable things. Forgive me, the unlucky one, for all my misdeeds and heavy cries! There is nothing better than the shoulders of your hair. Do you want me to reach the stars with my hands? Do you want to reach such heights that you can only be proud and smile? Just don't cry, dad... This doesn't fit with you. I believe in you, like in the bright sky above my head, like in hope until my last breath.

Dad! Your daughter grows up with you! Just need a little more gunpowder...

5 fingers of your beloved palm were imprinted on the dirty glass of the carriage. And I will remember that I need to take care of my family, myself and my hands. I'll put on mittens and a hood - whatever you say! Only you will wave again and into the distance thousands of miles and miles away. And then I pass by the scurrying cars.

I will come one day and we will sit down to read books, make tea and smile at each other. In the apartment, warm, wrapped in sincerity, my mother will cook us some tasty thing. But all that is left for me now is your leaving gaze. Shot in the back, the sound of a departing train stops.

Dad, you hang in there despite the rushing hell! I'm with you. Forever, do you hear? To the end of any barometer. Just smile more often. You can immediately breathe easier and dream, create, do, achieve. You smile - everything changes. But I... I hate train stations. These huge distances. Those terrible silent goodbyes. They took you away from me again...