priestly visit.

After that. Ironic regards from my parent's faces.
Father's eyes, which say - I'll kill you. Right-hand's nails hurted a skin.
Calm down. Only calm down.
Impossible.
Waiting for the end.
I had a hope that it will look differ.
I wasn't able to pray with them.
Something inside me devasted everything

And that huge hate for God..
I don't know why.

...

Isn't well.

...

Hug me.
Don't let me down.
You have so warm eyes.
I don't like when You dissappear suddenly, You know.

....