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ONCE AT A SUBWAY STATION...A river of people was carrying its sacred waters slowly. Half asleep faces, half open eyes were swimming past him. Some space appeared in the crowd. Somebody awoke, made a jerk and occupied the free place. There was something mechanical in their motion. It looks like a conveyer, a sacred conveyer.He laughed and shouted: - Hey, people, where are you?! Some astonished eyes turned to a strange fellow. A gold reed pipe shone in his hand. He was standing by the wall and smiling broadly. - Let's come back, people! It's not so terrible here, believe me! He laughed. Some people grinned. The fellow raised his gold pipe and his fingers ran deftly along the nerve centers of the shining surface. The air started vibrating with the first high sounds. The crowd started and began to change... like flowers in the morning sun... Smiles and warm looks flowed past him, but he was not there anymore. Now he was far, far away, lost somewhere in his wonderful music. - Let it be... It looks better... - somebody unseen whispered and smiled staring at the earthy bustle. |
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