"I am tired of your emptiness, That seeps from fiery eyes. You sit and stay silent right into my soul - The most worn-down red diamond. You want to sing, you and Cupid again Have prepared a warm tale for me. How can I not love you, How can I die with you, How can I believe in you to accept my conscience? Turn your head to the cluster of stars, let the sky suffer with me too. Even there, the earth fades from you. Even there, you won't find your personal peace. We filled everything at hand with the eloquence of the night. Don't be sad, I love you even like this, And let them find their own special peace. I will warm your sleep with a very warm cheek. Go to sleep, My beautiful hero."
Semyon sees the pioneer girls dying one by one. He always ends up in the exact same place the moment he falls asleep. He doesn't even remember exactly when he woke up today, or what he was doing for the past few hours.
Only torn, dirty traces of memories.
But he is here, he is alone, and he must do what he has to do.
And he will still do everything wrong...
Despite the concept, this is a very warm story. It tells the tale of the long and thorny path of a person who, time and time again, loses something dear, becoming something else.
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