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For many years I wrote you letters.
I talked to you.
I appealed to you.
You, as you could, answered, understood, calmed, felt.
I knew you were here, just here and near me.
And this silent silence is the best reward, and now?
And now I also know that you are near, that you are watching me, that we both are on the threshold.
On the new, wonderful threshold.
And it does not mean that I will once again make a step, and once again you will sigh and stand next to me, and we will go into the unknown.
And it does not mean that I, feeling your strength, will start a breakthrough, and you will carry me on your wings.
It means something else: that now me and you, together we are standing on the threshold.
You probably know what lies ahead.
But not me.
And I do not want to know.
I know only one thing: you are and will be standing near me.