© Nikolai Knyazinsky, 2021

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Nikolai Knyazinsky
«Through the Eyes of the Madman»
 

introduction

When you open your eyes in the morning, you see the sunrise. Trying to get up. Slowly you open your eyes, you look around. And you think how good the sun got up, you rejoice. Yousee all the monsters, and there’s total darkness outside the window, your brain is two hundred percent running, it feels like you’ve been pricked and you’re in a world where people just disappear you alone.

The past day ended, in which you felt only fear. The fear that you’re not needed in this world is that you broke a lot of laws, you’ve gone up to 180 km/h on the white seven. At the green color of the traffic light you drove a car that was driving at a red light, but you did not even stop, drove on. Because beforethat, you were flying, at speed overtaking cars between two halfs. You couldn’t catch up with the cops until you stopped on the side of the road. Before that, you were sitting in a clearing in the woods and drinking tea in a cafe with unknown people. Smoked a bull bull with an unknown grass with three comrades who just disappeared. Much is not explained, in this world we can just guess about the origin of this or that case.

New Urengoy.

I worked in good company with a good salary and traveled every week from New Urengoy to Nadym. On weekends I went shopping to buy things on Wednesdays at a nightclub. In the morning I woke up in different places, and I had to leave for work without saying goodbye to a new stranger. My tasks at work included the distribution of costs that is to write them off to facilities for employees which were more than 9000 people and vehicles 4500 cars. All of them worked at the facilities of a large company. Every year for the new year paid a very good premium. On short vacations I went home to Stavropol and Kislovodsk. Then came the time when the relationship soured and I left the family, but still love this womenu. Love is endless, although the distance Sverdlovsk region and Stavropolregion play a very bigrole. You’re always faced with a choice about whether I’m doing the right thing. No one will answer your message in WhatsApp realizing that a person if he talks about love, then he is not normal.

It’s a simple description of six years of life without complications and unnecessary facts.

Coming to his parents in Nadym.

Saturday morning parents went shopping. I’m home alone. Sunny day suddenly knocking on the door see a red-haired girl 17 years old.

She asks: -Can I come in?

I said, «Yes.

She comes in, looks around, hugs me.

I ask her, «Are you going to have coffee?»

She says, «Yes.

We’re having coffee.

I said, «What’s your name?»

She says, «Gold.

Sitting on the couch hugs me. I don’t know what kind of girl she is at the