The meaningless melody of the middle boys from behind.  Silence everywhere.  Silence.  For him, the unmusical calm of the mind.  The world is a religion of boredom, a religion of exhaustion.  Ivan was just walking.  Very intense on the sun.  A kind of sadness and sadness settled in Ivan's mind.  And the world That is what created them.  Mental darkness from the first day night.

  It did not bother him as much as it did in the dark of night.  He could not bear to see his mind disappear in the light of day.  Could not bear.  The world noise also gave a terrifying individual appearance.  Ivan was the one who could not stay inside the house and walked outside without knowing the benefit of going.  Ivan kept walking.  A short time ago, a solitary tree seen in the distance.  

As if giving him boundaries; When he got to it, he sat down a little under it.  He drank a little of what was in a bottle he had brought with him.  A crow perched on a branch above looked at him suspiciously.  Immediately it flew away screaming very awkwardly.  Ivan's title is a little flawed.  Bleeding in the face.  The roar of the world rang in my ears. 

 Was very excited.  Just started to walk.  From then on, the skeptical "Where - Where 'questions. No no, a little farther, darker" he muttered as he walked on.  The sun was about to set in the west.  Slowly going down a little, Ivan's shadow lengthened much longer.  The wind began to blow slowly.  The two drove the sheep and cow's home.  The birds sang of the end of the day's work and the joy of the rest of the night. 

 Some of the birds flew around and came back to sit on the tree branch.  Boredom, exhaustion from work, the thought of being able to work, happiness at rest.  The house was driven back by a private, last swinger.  For no apparent reason in the boredom, the shepherd carried on with it.  Going a little further, Ivan stood up and threw the bottle again.  It fell on the chapati bush next door.

Two butterflies and wasps flew above.  He started to walk.  He reached the road.  His face was very red.  The head spun heavily.  Meaningless in mind Happiness appeared and disappeared.  The twilight dim light also dimmed.  The last crow flew away, frightened, realizing it was private, and dissolving.  

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