バルコニーと街の洗濯物の上を舞う人々

Flying people They don't come from outer space, they were born here, but their hearts are simply more crystalline than sound. and look, here they are, flying over balconies with laundry, over the mud, over the cinders in the yard, and it's good that there are at least a few of the kind of flying people! And we somehow push us and women drag us, and we drink our cognac in some domestic corner, and we talk about nonsense, importantly, turning up our noses, or with an expression of snobbish weariness, and in general we try not to talk about the kind of flying people. And it's true that they are not from the real world, they don't meet at tennis, they don't have their own Fiat, but why does something here hurt us, when we see them flying in space – lest they remind us that we too were of the kind of flying people people?" Valery Petrov