“He remembered his cry of the night before: We must meet in the middle of the Bridge!”
“What are you talking about?' cried Lukashka. 'We must go through the middle gates, of course.”
“If somebody hurts you, it's okay to cry a river, just remember to build a bridge and get over it.”
“Along our chosen paths, we all meet up with demons. We must meet them, and battle them, even when they are nothing but mist in the night.”
“In the middle of nowhere, an old wooden bridge is a golden bridge!”
“One night between sunset and riverOn the old bridge we stood, you and I.Will you ever forget it, I queried,- That particular swift that went by?And you answered, so earnestly: Never!And what sobs made us suddenly shiver,What a cry life emitted in flight!Till we die, till tomorrow, for ever,You and I on the old bridge one night.”