trail, and how black narcologists manage to get new licenses over and over again alexander karpov alexey knor. boris salnikov pavel vedrensky a week in the city well , this is sharashkin's office alexander karpov sooner or later even presses there can be no doubt about it. it's been a week in the city. we'll be back in exactly seven days to tell the stories that happened around us. see you. when is everyone at home? lead me wind the forgotten road between thickets thorny in fogs, clouds, there i will conquer. i'm a little, what to cry because the road to the stone is far, far away. and if you jump from a stone, turn into an eagle and sing a cold sip, from afar, a stream, these are my brain poems, i understand, i have other music over quiet ones, there is more on the far side happened. i am to be born. i will fly over the stone , and i will see the light, and i, and this last most important one, i will fly, i will fly over the stone freely. at eagles and blue grasses. i see from above. recognize me beloved, recognize me in a soaring bird. forever i will remain a bird, if you don’t recognize me