– Do you think betraying or not betraying is the same? Informing or not informing, killing or not killing?

– We see everything, we know everything, we understand everything. If we cowardly remain silent, we’re no better than others. If we keep quiet, others, seeing us, also close their mouths, adapt. If the desire to survive is stronger, if the desire to keep comforts, a comfortable life, is stronger, then we’re animals, not predators, but herbivores. Sheep calmly watch their brother or sister being slaughtered. We’ve all become like that. We’ve lost the right to be called humans. We were promised freedom! The only freedom left is the freedom to choose: to cowardly, submissively remain silent or to go to torment, and even this freedom will soon be taken from us, everything is heading that way. A stone thrown from a mountain drags other stones behind it, each not posing much danger individually, but together they form an avalanche that sweeps away everything in its path: trees, houses, and people. And already the submissive will be swept away by this terrible force, and those weaker stones in the avalanche will crumble into dust from the weight, but the avalanche will continue to grow, until it loses its strength in fighting itself. It’s not enough to be honest with oneself, one must be honest with others. That’s the hardest part!

Kasym’s throat was dry from excitement, he poured a glass of water from the carafe and drank it greedily, almost in two gulps. Nigar approached him, hugged him, and pressed her head to his chest.

– I love you!

Kasym kissed her tenderly.

– It’s time to start the concert… Maybe reading this story will be the most significant thing I’ve done in my entire life. I know how it should be read…

And the concert began. Nigar sang so that the audience’s hearts melted, and Kasym made them laugh to tears.

Arif admired the concert. Unrecognized by anyone, who could have guessed that the closest aide of the Great Iosif Besarionis was sitting in the hall like an ordinary mortal, without security, although Aman-Jalil’s men kept the entire hall under sniper scopes, Arif reminisced about those distant times when he was one of the people, not one of those oppressing them, and enjoyed the rare, long-forgotten sensation of simplicity and unity of souls.

And only Aman-Jalil saw nothing and heard nothing. He waited, as a spider waits for a fly, buzzing merrily near the web, perhaps the spider prays at that moment to its gods to blind the fly for a moment and dull its sense of danger. And once caught in the web, it could not escape, could not avoid the paralyzing bite, it only needed to be nudged to fly a little further…

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