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They never find anything. They just don't know where to look. Uncle comrade senior sergeant, your cold hands of the law are not there, not these pockets, not these trousers, not sneakers, not hoods, not packs of cigarettes, you, uncle, should rummage in my brain, oh, comrade, you will find everything there for yourself What is required, bonuses and raises, bonuses and raises, China, Morocco, Holland, and chemical laboratories in the settled kitchens, and the books of an American of Russian origin, you hear this smell without five minutes lieutenant, right? Do you hear the whisper of unborn words, the creak of the gears, the solo on the burning guitar, the howl of hungry dogs, the bummed record and the cries of the legendary Kung Fu masters? Do you see revived shadows in abandoned summer cinemas, frantically trying to play your roles, breaking through cold glasses?
Hey, you. Take your cap, radio and club, hold my hand tight and run away, away. I will never exhale again in the face.