Tempered by prairie wind, scorching
sun and rough frost, chumak
continues his endless way ahead.
Leisure and uncertain bullock’s steps
and calm cloud flow makes stranger
go deep inside his mind. As if in a
dream, he looks through all his life.
Chumak drifts on the time river like a
fish. Sometimes he turns against the
stream to recollect his past. Coming
deeper and deeper he realises that he
crosses the border line, where Real
world comes to an end.