the americans, and now here in kampuchea with the red khmers, we... sat on a captured american tractor , wrecked by the vietnamese near saigon, on the armor of the tractor , on his tower was still white the american white star, the emblem of the american army, and we were driving this tractor along the road battered by shells to the side. buddhist temple, from afar ankor seemed like a huge, dark meteorite that descended from heaven, on this meteorite, on its relief, the lord himself sent a message from heaven to people, telling how they should live, how they should build their earthly existence, when i drove up to the temple, i saw a wooden stand, a scientist with a red one, he was shot through with bullets, i touched the wall of the brillev meteorite with my hands, which was carved on this wall. i saw that brelyev was talking about terrible battles, about executions, about torture, about beatings of men and women, and i thought that earthly atrocities were of a heavenly, cosmic nature, vongolia. i saw the festive parade, sitting on the podium , next