$MASKS

I spent two hours thinking about the words about the tenderness of a lonely man to his only beloved. How will he protect and love her?

I went to bed on the third night with a headache, having come up with nothing. At night the definition came: "I will protect and love your body, like a soldier, cut off by war, unnecessary, nobody's, protects his only leg."

I jumped up, half-awake. In the darkness, with a charred match, I wrote on the lid of a cigarette box - "the only leg" and fell asleep. And in the morning for two hours I thought about what this "only leg" was.