Раз-два-три, ветер изменится - Глава 6 отрывок 5 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There are three of them. Three at the bottom of a shallow pit, where they lie, closely pressed one to one, like small frightened children. Two of them are turned to face each other, and the third, in the middle, with muscles, cramped, carefully laid on the back. Because he must see the sky. Because he should feel how the sky penetrates him, must feel that God looks and sees.

I am not scared by the fact that their palms are tightly wrapped in each other's intestines, which end in a small knot near the elbow; Sadist plan: from each new movement, all three are forced to suffer. They are forced to share pain, they are forced to lie motionless and watch the gradual extinction of their partners in this business meeting with death. Incredible kinship of souls, a complete merger in such moments! ..

It does not scare me that one of the guys has a groaned eyes and instead of their mouth - a bloody wound. I am not scared by the fact that their stomachs are torn, as after cesarean. I am not scared by the earth, blackened from their blood.

I am scared by the realization that I myself recently lay in exactly the same position. In the middle of the guy, I should be in the middle. I must be the third “dreamer”, looking up and waiting for a miracle that will break off his torment. I should lie there, - I probably shakes me, because I hear Dr. Lecter says: “Pass me”, and then it turns out very close and touches my shoulder.

- Will, what is happening to you?

Nothing happens to me except, of course, the realization that, going out into the street, he would have found me. And killed. And I would have killed me, and I, in principle, deserve it, because, in addition to three lost lives, I donated three more for my fear and inability to cope with real difficulties.

I am well done! I phenomenally successfully made a choice in this life: let everyone die except me! Let the father die, let the mother, the dog, the girl from the secondary school, the classmate, may die, let Crawford die, let Dr. Lecter die! After all, my life is more valuable than their lives, isn't it? My life is insignificant, mediocrity, my life of a parasite - it is much more important than their lives.

“I ... I should have been one of them.”