Call in the dark night
-Who is it? – there were interferences on the line. I shook my shoulders.
-You… are… dying… - I heard.
-Who is it?!
-It’s me… - said a strange voice and made a silence. I thought feverishly. The phone rang again. I caught the telephone receiver.
-Yes, I heard.
-I’m… dreaming… about… you… my spring…- I heard a whisp. I have never listened this voice again. Also outdoor it was snowy, also it was dark, dark night…
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