At night, when all sounds of life disperse in universe of silence, in the distance I can hear arising, painful scream of the earth, like a howl of a pregnant woman whose baby is being cut from her womb. Unbearable howl.
It gradually dies with the first ray of the morning light, with an airplane engine through the sky, with noise of cars, people's rushing steps in the street, happily singing birds, and pop music from a window.