You can listen to the artillery duel. At six in the morning I was running circles around one block in Donetsk, trying to find a friend’s house. Things weren’t going well, there was no internet and telephone communications, and I was drowsy from the long journey and the weight of my backpacks. A gun was working several kilometers away. They answered him.
Shot.
Distant bomb drop.
Distant shot.
Powerful bomb drop.
— Fuck, where are the address signs?
Shot.
Distant bomb drop.
- Dear, can you tell me how to find ** house?
Distant shot.
Powerful bomb drop...
The body gets used to this background within a few months. When I returned to civilian life and decided to go to my native studio, it seemed that there hadn’t been a year and a half of a completely different life. It’s as if I had a dream, but the reality is the same, peaceful, here it is. Only someone repainted the walls overnight and hung new paintings on the wall. A plant appeared in the corner.
Shot.
Distant bomb drop.
Distant shot.
- Come in, bro, glad to see, here are the slippers. This is my cat Murka...
I laid out a rug and a sleeping bag, lay down, and began to pass out. Along the way, we sluggishly gossiped about mutual acquaintances, discussed the storming of Avdeevka, and something else. The artillerymen continued their dawn game. I didn’t hear any other weapons, as if they specifically didn’t want to interfere with the duelists. Perhaps some of the shells had already landed nearby. Maybe they even wounded or killed someone, but the crews changed the person, wiped the blood from their faces and optics, and continued the game.
Distant shot.
Powerful bomb drop.
- Is everyone okay? North fifteen, shrapnel!
Shot.
Distant bomb drop...
I would like to believe that someday their descendants will also fiercely argue for the conquest of a new asteroid and the right to place the detachment’s flag on it. And as if in a dream there will be wars, oligarchs, "it's no skin off my nose". There will be a common home and destiny, common deed of a million years.
Main nozzle.
Small shunter.
Flight of the small shuttle.
- Rachel, lead us. Lee tailgunner. Bogdan and Vanya will drive the manual, but if something goes wrong, then let Sarah pull us out on mechanical control.
Small shunter.
Main nozzle.
Open space.
Shot.
Distant bomb drop.
Distant shot.
Powerful bomb drop.
— Fuck, where are the address signs?
Shot.
Distant bomb drop.
- Dear, can you tell me how to find ** house?
Distant shot.
Powerful bomb drop...
The body gets used to this background within a few months. When I returned to civilian life and decided to go to my native studio, it seemed that there hadn’t been a year and a half of a completely different life. It’s as if I had a dream, but the reality is the same, peaceful, here it is. Only someone repainted the walls overnight and hung new paintings on the wall. A plant appeared in the corner.
Shot.
Distant bomb drop.
Distant shot.
- Come in, bro, glad to see, here are the slippers. This is my cat Murka...
I laid out a rug and a sleeping bag, lay down, and began to pass out. Along the way, we sluggishly gossiped about mutual acquaintances, discussed the storming of Avdeevka, and something else. The artillerymen continued their dawn game. I didn’t hear any other weapons, as if they specifically didn’t want to interfere with the duelists. Perhaps some of the shells had already landed nearby. Maybe they even wounded or killed someone, but the crews changed the person, wiped the blood from their faces and optics, and continued the game.
Distant shot.
Powerful bomb drop.
- Is everyone okay? North fifteen, shrapnel!
Shot.
Distant bomb drop...
I would like to believe that someday their descendants will also fiercely argue for the conquest of a new asteroid and the right to place the detachment’s flag on it. And as if in a dream there will be wars, oligarchs, "it's no skin off my nose". There will be a common home and destiny, common deed of a million years.
Main nozzle.
Small shunter.
Flight of the small shuttle.
- Rachel, lead us. Lee tailgunner. Bogdan and Vanya will drive the manual, but if something goes wrong, then let Sarah pull us out on mechanical control.
Small shunter.
Main nozzle.
Open space.