Сергей Нотик - Пустота

Георгий Васильев, Алексей Иващенко So unwittingly, slowly, I run wild emptiness. Time is running but nothing happens. The sand is running, and that’s it. And the heart beats, blood flows, and my spleen is trembling. Process of digestion takes time day after day. And nothing more. So unwittingly, slowly, the sand will stream out of the hole of sand glass, and I will die then. And I will write a note for all of you, Let your life be better than mine. And you learn that I was a good man actually. Here’s just a pity that I had got overgrown with emptiness unwittingly and slowly. Up to my nose. Up to my ears.