Sometimes rather important words from the bottom of my heart, from the deepest nooks of the soul rise up and begin frisking and romping inside my head like children. At these moments it's very difficult for me to control them. They are strong and defenceless at the same time. I try not to let them out, drive them back, but then my thoughts, these crazy "little men", so native and simultaneously so nuisance, start crying and writhing in hysterics. They beat my skull from the inside, knock, trample indignantly and then, reducing to despair, they quieten down, shrink into a corner and silently shed tears. Every tear from their small melancholy e