I woke up late. I`ve dreamt all a heaven. Looked at watch - it’s already eleven. I don`t slept almost all night, Because during this time, I took a part in the fight. And we was prove are very strong - They ran away under noise of our song! Of all a fights, that I ever had This fight of night is very bad. My hands and legs and even head - All ache. Probably, it comes my death. No, my God, no! What is it a nightmare?! I'd better to dress, and go out to air. 10.02.1993. Il'shat Akhmerov