Then they slowly began to wipe from the sea. The sun was evaporating, could not go to the bottom of the sea, they were very thin; they were always in the water. And tracks, steam and sky. This time they were on the way to the sea. They reached the sky, filtered through the filter. For a while they walked towards the clouds and walked for a while in the sky.
He didn't know how much time had passed. All they knew was that they existed. How much, how much? They always existed, always like that, they didn't know. They threw them into the sky. All they know is what they're following.
And after a while they started concentrating. They were so cold. They were heavy and fell to the ground. It was raining and it was raining. Their bodies were divided into thousands of raindrops.
He was walking down the street. That was a nuisance. It was getting dark. "I don't like this twilight, I don't like it." It should be either light or dark. My soul is depressed. Air and light deeply affect human psychology. Al, come on. And now it's raining. What a beautiful summer. He remembered his march on the South Coast, which he said had begun two months ago. How much peace there was in it. Look at the air right now. Wretched.
The man running on the asphalt fell on the asphalt, the wet blood fell on the asphalt or crossed the rest. He left his eyes in the water and continued. The water on the street came down the street.