My chest is too weak... the limit has been reached, beyond which I can no longer contain the whole of this life... I bow to it, the North Wind and I leave...but again and again I shall rise from my sofa to return to you. Perhaps one day I will manage to breathe in a lungful of you.Sergei Alexandrov
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