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night. Dimly lit street - I walk with her dog and think about the yellow, the shade of a tree and a taxi. And who can tell me protevorechit? Time? Him to me anyway (this is his indifference sometimes saddens me). Pupil? He silently obeyed me, like ears and neck and fingers and nose. No, nobody can tell me that I was mad that my dog is no longer with me that the street now too far from me, and the shadow of the tree completely disappeared, along with the tree itself. I see what I see, not what he sees me. In a couple of decades, and wherever I was, and to me no matter what happens, I can always close your eyes and take a walk with his dog.