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Look, there are not only seagulls onshore, when a man stands thinking. Who's coming there, sleeps at night in the sand, sleeps at night by the sea. And if there is a square of mature people. And a statue, and a statue burning of fever. There's someone searching by the dark night and no one will want to help. Look, the frail figure of that man grubbing the paths of bread. And if there is a square of mature people, no one comes to raise him from the ground.