Сколько времени потратил зря

The world hums with lights and breaths, as if the city itself breathes along with those who have not yet lost hope. Here, every step is a reminder of how many times we have been lifted up from the bottom, how many winters we have lived on autopilot until our hearts thawed. Moscow hums beneath our feet like an old film, recording pain, brotherhood, and the light of those who can never be brought back. But still, eyes to the sky, ships sail into the distance, and inside, a stubborn “I live” still glows. Because the soul is not tormented - it is cherished. And even if you have to return again and again to where you are not expected, you still return - not for forgiveness, but so as not to forget who was there when it was truly dark.