W e grope for the wall like the blind, yes, we grope like those who have no eyes. We stumble at noonday as in the twilight; in dark places and among those who are full of life and vigor, we are as dead men.
Ми мацаємо, мов невидющі, за стіну, навпомацки ходимо, мов ті безокі; спотикаємося ми опівдні, немов би смерком, між здоровими ми, як померлі!...
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