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* * * “There's a house with no door and I'm living there At nights it gets so cold and the days are hard to bear inside. There’s a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in, Falling through my head as I try to think out time...” Peter Hammill (Van Der Graaf Generator), "House with No Door", 1970 Interesting, who was it that thought of putting down the ties so wrong: either too close or too far away from one another, or sometimes just randomly – what I’m saying is, it’s absolutely impossible to walk on them. Or do they do it purposely, so that no one would walk on them? But people are doing it anyway. The sand on the embankment was wet and firmly packed, hundreds of times more comfortable than these idiotic ties. Little by little, everybody followed my example and started walking near the rails. “So, have we got much left to go?” asked Oleg. “Yes, we have,” answered Andrei indifferently. He was the only one who knew the way. There was silence. The sand was creaking rhythmically under the sneakers. “Don’t get down from the embankment, there’s a swamp down there.”

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