In this crowd, spurred on by the ruthless flame, where the friends were separated and could not help each other,
I've seen and his savior. He does not look like a man – rather, a statue made of crystal and ice. His cosmic form was white, and her hair sparkled.
where the mother had denied her children, in a landfill, where the weak were trampled by the crowd, this stranger as it moved very quickly,
with a little girl, he hung on the neck, like a lamb ... Suddenly,
I've seen and his savior. He does not look like a man – rather, a statue made of crystal and ice. His cosmic form was white, and her hair sparkled.
they were far from the center, directly at the wall of the dome. She walked along the long ditch – it was filled with what is a gray mass.
She was scared at the thought of what it is ... It seemed that was the end of the world: a black, low and heavy air of screaming, wheezing, swearing and raging fire whips ...