Олег Мухачев - цепь
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Almost even at once the house burned. The same -type square hissed, it was raining. A cellophane wrapper from cigarettes rushed along the confusing streets. Sleeping insects fell on streams and rushed into the river. The rivers dragged minutesly, replacing the old ones with new ones. Fire shone brightly, the house fell back. The dirt was destroyed, the sky changed, stones were washed off. Tired dogs were breathing under bridges, cats shouted. Coated birds flew, cars flew, releasing a combustible mixture. Football nets were torn on the summer field, teenage mouths shouted, grass moved. Unhappy families cursed in five apartments, in six ate dinner, were washed in three, went to bed. The sky blazed, the roof burst, the walls burst. A thunderstorm raged, clouds swelled, night thundered. The apple scarecrow was spinning, creating the movement of emptiness at a half -meter distance from itself. The sunset closed, the stars pretended, the moon turned yellow, the moon turned pale. October trembled, hinting at a closed cold circle. Birds died, insects came to life, dirt appeared. The house broke, the house curved, waved his arms and legs, let saliva and blood. The square calmed down, the rain calmed down. Slowly fell into the puddle of the wrapper. Flash pillars were gasped, car headlights were banged, stars went out. Thieves carried their own, maniacs took their own, lovers knew their own. Each part of the chain was in the same way. Further infinity.