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In my dream I was running along the seashore. The sand is as warm as the water. Seagulls scream their songs. The waves are crashing onto the shore. I saw a woman in the distance. She was thrown ashore. She is wearing an expensive dress. But it is all smeared with mud and algae. She could hardly walk. She has a bundle in her hands. A brave pirate with a sword at the ready was walking towards her. One blow and the bandit pierced the rich woman in the stomach with a sword. The kind fell not sand. The pirate joyfully began to take off expensive jewelry and a necklace with her. Hand rings. But then she opened the package. There is a baby in it. He began to scream. The bandit didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t or didn’t want to leave him. She took the bundle and left. The lady on the shore shouted something after the bandit, raised her hands to the sky and died.

A harsh bright light woke me up. The neighbor was still asleep. It’s already five o’clock in the morning, after all, the city people. It’s time to get up. I dressed up. I washed my face. But what to do. Walk around the hostel where I don’t know anyone. Especially so early. I may be mistaken for a thief. I don’t want to sit in a dungeon for the second time. It took three weeks last year. It was not necessary to climb into the pocket of a merchant in a tavern. Especially after three mugs of kvass.