Hear my silence. R. T.

- Hello!

- Hello! I have not seen each other for a long time... - I have food, and he agrees:

- Yes...

Our legs in worn sneakers dangle over muddy water. A raven croaks abruptly on that shore, a field begins behind a barrier of half a century - kilometers of green open spaces, followed by a highway - a road to large cities. To the future, in dreams, to life. And on this shore there is only silence. I am the past. And forty ".