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«Your Fonomore!» – I laughed, – child of the dreams,

Exclusively created son by clever word

Of lingua-hooligan, done just like this!

Out of your ghostly head!“ – „Feast jealous?

Zealous dead?“ – „Fantastic personage’s that!

To imagine, he’s out of the dark;

Miraculous cloak all covers him; —

Surrounded by others, harlequins

And fools, and many a beings unseen,

He moves like psychedelic king, and hymns…» —

«The harmless See of Sin… But listen; see…» —

Ghost looked at me, – «those funny fools you mean; —

What are «the fools»? Are they as same, as him?

Or they appeared all from gnostic womb

Of the Unfathomable Lot’s magazine,

With very news of that the War we think

Existed on this Earth yet have ne’er been?

What a Jew Shestov[59 - Russian philosopher Leo Shestov.

(1866 – 1938) In his works, especially in his book «Athens and Jerusalem», once again in the history of philosophical thought, nihilistically, he tried to argue for that very unpopular idea, which tells us that «Socratus was never poisoned» – the thought unbearable for the most of philosophers of Logos. ] could «ve dream’ngly seen,

Or like that Mister Happy History —

«No-Holocaust-no-Auschwitz» Doc[60 - The image «Doc», me-used in these lines, do not characterize especially the one only person; however, from the big group of so-called «Holocaust deniers», the names of D. Hoggan, A.J.Mayer and other writers, especially those who address their thoughts to authority of professorships in the world of fundamental sciences, are darken-starred, still we think, simply as the names of anti-deductivists in the history.

] – brings

Loud as the facts against the hissed story

Of the «gas times» limitlessly horrid,

As if true Nazis’ records was a joke:

No hair, no bones no kameras, no films;

There was no Human shock, but just a dream!

That schism changed Peace of Clock – a childish dream,

No more than just a little spoilt seemed…“ – „The flock

Of thoughts….

“ – I’ve took a lead, – „No, we can’t do

So that the things, we look at, will be like…

Oh, no. We do we bury th’ended War;

If that’s a pseudo type, the End we’ve thought

Should be… alas!…’twill be like… the War start!

The fools are.., though But-the-But gigged their times…» —

…«Just look: to be «no more the foes», – ghost smiled; —

«They’re not „the friends“ yet, is’t all right? And so…» —

«The some could really be the „Endsome foe“.