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тоска бельмом в глазу,
вид собою закрывает,
на мир, на свет, и на яву
тебя терзает.
и ты, проводишь час за часом,
ожидая,
что все пройдет, наладится само собой.

никогда снова

So, this is the apocalypse. You find a carton of milk in the fridge of an abandoned school. You haven't eaten in a week. This milk will nourish you, and remind you of the childhood you lost to this damn disease. You open the carton, and chug the entire thing.

Before you throw it all back up. What were you expecting? That fridge had been out of electricity for months. It's bitter milk.