Fatality
Endless loneliness, depression, boredom and despair were growing day by day. Catastrophic lack of fresh air. All-embracing, mortally dangerous belief neither in present nor in future. At some moments nothing helped to bear daily routine. You are fed up with all those graphs, schedules, books, magazines and newspapers. And if you could somehow to spend the first half of the day thanks to cigarettes and nicotine sleep, the other part became unbearable because of depression and the sense of fatality.
The only most valuable and dear, time-tested and unchangeable means that helped to survive in the Russian prison in the evenings, to relieve ache and melancholy, was Ukrainian songs and native speech cherished in my heart, those treasures that you do not value till you lose them, a mig
