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Roads... There were thousands of them. They gave you different feelings: happiness and sadness,
dreaming and realizing, anxiety and peace. These were kilometers of walk under the black heaven in complete darkness...
These was the road of yesterday... Now headlight of your car lights some part of the road, caring you ahead,
for some unknown reason. It doesn't matter were you go: your way is lost in the endless dark corners of the road,
in a strange place where years mix with ages, days mix with centuries and months are uncertain...
Suddenly a red fox appeared on the night road. I could see only white spots of her eyes - she didn't move.
I thought my heart sank and even seemed to stop. I didn't know how much time past: a minute or my whole life.
I bad no time to press the foot break: she was looking right into the light and you were watching her strange cold eyes.
ment she looked into the face of her death and then rushed down into the night forest...
My whole body was trembling of a thought of what could happen with both of you? On this long dark road...
Then I remembered that I had already had some meetings with the same light of death a few times in my life,
but I still had strength to over come it. Death hadn't yet touched my shoulder but only burst
into two red head - light flames and vanished in the dark.
Then I understood what the night road looked like - it was a red fox in the yellow head - lights.
From the album "Sergey Emets. The paintings." | 
/ Paintings
/ The night road
