Reading Aloud

Когтеточка

War

First thing

The barracks were quiet except for the breathing. Forty men, forty slow rhythms, and one that wasn't right.

The sergeant noticed because he never slept anymore. He lay counting the breaths the way he once counted rounds. Thirty-nine were steady. One hitched and quickened, like a man running uphill.

The dust

Remember me

Грустно

Her

Witchcraft

The stillness’s