"A pair of damp hands in my empty pockets.
You're silent, and I'm not listening.
I'm waiting for the continuation of the desperate plans.
Please calculate Freudisticly, what I am thinking."
─ Max Barskih, By Freud
"Do you remember what I said, about what is inside the wardrobe?"
The man's strict voice came from a little way off again. I held my breath and tilted my ears, waiting for another voice that was always trembling.
"There is... a monster..." After a while, the girl's faint voice finally emerged reluctantly, like a flickering candle in the violent wind, or a blade of bending grass in the pouring rain.