09.06.06.

I do not want, that mum has understood that it for record, therefore and has decided to write in English. At the same time also I will practise, and that already to forget partially beginning language. All is strange it... I Write for myself and as  to someone I explain, what yes as. As if who will read it except me. That for delirium. The uttermost delirium. And dreams to me it is acted in film the crazy! This night has again dreamt that I am chained to a wall. Chains! I sit in any close chamber. And still doctors. I do not remember their persons, only any greased stains, flashes, sensation of hostility and, perhaps, a pain... Probably, I go mad, but I am assured that it already once was! Already there were these walls and these terrible voices. I almost have remembered nothing, I have already told, but something ran to me into memory... The Person of the person. Roundish, even, perhaps, bloated. The fat, swum away person. He smiled, though was more likely shown, and right after his faces I have woken up in cold sweat. This person obviously not from kind fat. Perhaps, it is my antecedents? In India one monk told that sometimes if the soul still has not calmed down on the antecedents, that the terrible moments come to us in dreams. I do not know, whether the truth is my antecedents, but it was certain. I know, I feel! I do not wish to tell about it to mum. She always is angry and longs, when I start to ask it about that time which I do not remember. I already have almost ceased to think of it, but sometimes all the same rolls. Perhaps I have got to any laboratory and me there tormented? Therefore mum does not tell to me that happens. I do not know, and somehow the nobility not would be desirable.

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