The world dolny meets already vidennoj fadedness and pozhuhlostju. Here it especially hurts the eyes and burns language, it
amazes with sharp contrast with representation, and I understand that was blind. The world has died, and I have begun to see
clearly. The world has stood, and I have received power to create everything that I will wish. I am a Potter, I am a Smith, I am a
Sculptor, my hands are dexterous, skilful and small, my fingers are extended, become flexible, they vetvjatsja as if roots, and
additional shoots add to me of talents, speed and sensitivity; unnecessary nails painfully exfoliate and fall to the ground; eyes
become covered by a grid, prednaznachenja which I first do not understand, and then when pupils start to share and disperse
on the formed cages, I guess that eyes become facet and primitive three-dimensional sight turns to the circular