"What do you think about when the leaves fall?..

Why... why am I so dizzy? I'm still small, I'm still very small... why am I so dizzy? They entwine me, the colorful ribbons of the whirlpool are entwined, and in its space, in this ghostly cocoon, embracing feelings and flesh, right in front of me, close, close... it seems, close, close to her - but I’m still very small - her gaping mouth. He laughs. , and I seem to be naked in front of this flesh of lips torn by laughter and as if I cling, cling to this forked flesh of lips, and into this space of ours - my eyes, her mouth - azure pours abundantly... and drenches, drenches my nakedness with tenderness and nourishes, imbues the tenderness in me with tenderness, some new, incomprehensible tenderness in me...

- Julia! - Yulia’s aunt’s voice breaks the whirling... turns the rainbow ghost into blurred stained glass windows of autumn... unclenches Yulina’s fingers. and drops us, lost (like autumn - scattered leaves) onto the cooled leaves, glass leaves.

- Julia!

We woke up and got up on shaky legs, and shied away - accidentally towards each other - on shaky legs. Something touched me - but I’m still very small - something intangible, but exciting the flesh touched me... I know the smell of grass and a pond, and the apple smell of the veranda, and the buzzing smell of a garbage dump in the ravine. They touch the nerves and let go, and are forgotten, only to be remembered one day. Something touched me and resonated in me - but I’m still very small - it resonated in me with the intolerance of tolerating something within myself...

- Bye! - she says, she laughs... and leaves. And what touched me goes away. And what touched me remains in me. This is - but I’m still very young - this is how she... how she smells... how she smells naked..."