What a relief it is not to be disturbed even in a dream. Their days, their duration is too long. It is not as short as mine. But one day surely, they  They will see that their days are coming to an end and that memory will haunt them.  Like my current situation. 

 Darkness was growing anyway.  Sekandi's first blow broke the silence and threw.  I began to count patiently.  Twelve beats and it rested.  Has become a mediator.  I'm still lying-in bed.  Not to mention sleep deprivation.  A clock stuck to the wall somewhere else would ring softly with an innate fear that it would disrupt sleep.  Where am I going to hear it?  I'm the only one left snoring with relief as a free man.

All this bed, plate, mug, number, iron bars, surroundings, all these life memories will be gone.  How many days have passed since I became a free man, and the memories will stick with them as well?  Then the days and memories will come and go. 

 So now I'm reminded of these knots.  I felt like I was asleep.  When the eye woke up, I could hear it - that monologue!  That call that rises from the depths and goes to the top.  Pray!  I curled up and got up.  My last prayer was that it was an empty space.

  I went and stood there.  I stood by one of them one last time.  It's over.  I stood with my hands on the wires whitening the sky below.  They were cold.  Maybe I was enjoying the warmth of my fingers.  One day?  I could see the sun shining from the white lower uterus.

  I have already realized that its rays make me feel like a free man.  But should the priest give the blessing?  Then, as usual, Warder's handcuffs opened the key lock.  Daily work was beginning and being completed.  But everything spoke to me 'Last, last!  Is.  My desire is to be the last person out of this world; It can't be!  Then Warder came. 

 Black stood in the doorway and shouted.  623 "I got a call from two or three grades. I went and stood up.  He said, 'Bring me all your belongings.' Yes, it's still mine. '

Then they gave me the tie.  One hundred and sixty-six days ago they were mine.  Now they have become my own again.  I was wearing.  Some voices standing next to me said that I had come to figure.  Yes, It will be the image of the free man.

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