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Splean - Mayak Tobacco smoke has consumed the air. The room is a chapter in Kruchenykh's inferno. Remember - beyond that window in a frenzy I first stroked your hands. You sit here today with an iron-clad heart. One more day you'll toss me out, perhaps, cursing. In the dim front hall my arm, broken by trembling won't fit right away in my sleeve. I'll run out, throw my body into the street. I'll rave, wild, lashed by despair. Don't let it happen my dear, my darling, let us part now. After all my love is a heavy weight hanging on you no matter where you go. Let me bellow a final cry of bitter, wounded grievance. If you drive a bull to exhaustion he will run away, lay himself down in the cold waters. Besides your love I have no ocean and your love won't grant even a tearful plea for rest. When a tired elephant wants peace he lies down reg
