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122 ʯʥʦ ʱʩʩʥʥ ʪʩʠ , ʲʷʱˋʮ ʲʰʲʣʬˌʢ ʱʨˌʢ ʦʩʠ ʯʥʦ ʩʣ ʦˋ . ʨʥʢ ʯʥʠ ʷʑ ʩʥʸ ʪʩʠ ʸʲʥʥ ʨ˦ˌ , ʨʥʬʡ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʮ ʪʸʥʣ ʨʢˌʩ ʬʷʲ ʯʥʠ ʯʥʲʢʹ ʯʲʥʥ — ʲʷʱˋʮ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʦ ʸʲʨʰʩʤ ʯʥ˦ ʸʩʮ ʥʶ ʨʬʫʩʩʮʹ ʨˌʢ . ʨ˦ʲʸʨ ʱʲ , ʯʩʸʢ ʯʸʲʥʥʹ ʯʩʠ ʦˋ - ʯʨʸˌʢ ʭʲʰʲʣʬˌʢ ʯʥʦ ʩʣ ʨʢʰʲʤ , ʥʠ ʨʫʥʸ˦ ˋ ʩʥʥ ʭʩʥʡ ʯ˦ʩ . ʯʨʸˌʣ ʪʩʠ ʡˌʤ ʨʬʩ˦ʸʲʣ ʤʲʹ ʸʲʷʩʨʫʩʬ ˋ ʯʩʠ ʬˌʮ ʯʩʩʠ ʬʩʥʮ ʯʩʩʮ ʯʩʠ ʨ˦ˋʦ ʸʩʠ . ʭʩ ʯ˦ʩʥʠ ʨʫˋʰ ʸˋ˦ ʬˌʮ ˋ ʯʥʠ ʯˋʥʥʹ ʸʲʷʩʣʸʲ‫˦ٷ‬ ˋ ʩʦ ʦʩʠ . ʲʫ‫ٷ‬ʬʢ ˋ ʯʥʠ ʲʱ‫ٷ‬ʥʥ ˋ ʯ˝ʩʬ ʩʣ ʯʹʩʥʥʶ ʯʸˌʤ ʭʲʰʸʲʡʬʩʦ ˋ ʨʩʮ ˌʮ ʯʩʩʠ ʯʷʥʸ ʸʩʠ ʳʩʥʠ ʪʩʠ ʯʩʡ ʯʨʩʸʲʢ ʬ . 123 SUN I know that the sun is God’s golden mask. Often, I become calm and agreeable as madness and disgust rush through my blood— God smiles at me from behind His mask. Sometimes, in the dense, golden green garden the sun hangs like fruit on a tree. There, in a bright hour I once felt its juice in my mouth. And one evening on the sea it became a fiery swan. White and erect, I once rode on its back a silver horn between its lips. ...

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