The wanderer went again waste ground, without road, having lost the way, apparently, forever
In this flat fruitless country, where the earth solona, air gorek... In
Difference from former visitings, he could not forget now suddenly, where
Goes; it concealed danger deadly: to all there was a limit, the
Over golovoju the sun, the unrecognizable small sun stinging, as flared
Gadfly. The bitterness polynnoj a dust burnt down a throat, dried language. There is nothing to stop
To sight up to horizon, nothing towers over rovnoju it chertoju.
Where they, cool green hills? Whether there will be an edge to waste ground?
Has intercepted a throat from grief, but the wanderer has managed to tell to itself: do not long
Also be not afraid, after all somebody knows road Wild as if thought: who could
Here to appear? - However he at all has been surprised by it the Wanderer has stopped,
Its expectation was long.
Very long. Almost infinite.
And nevertheless the small sun has not had time to move from a zenith point, when
Wandering has terminated: the wanderer has opened eyes.
It has opened eyes and has burst out laughing: houses!. And it has slept excellently,
nesmotrja a pas abundance of adventures, speech about which we will move hardly later.
Could be considered finished strannejshy from experiments, it was necessary