Soft grass, slow river, breeze like a lullaby.
On a small wooden table — a large picture book,
opened to the middle.

Joris (no longer protesting, already wrapped, already resigned)
sat on the grass, unfolded his towel a little, and began to read. The page title:

Ladies and Gentlemen of the United Nations, esteemed delegates from across the galaxy, representatives of worlds both free and oppressed—I am Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, former Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, and enforcer of the Galactic Empire. I stand before you today not as a conqueror, but as a being seeking understanding in this chamber of interstellar diplomacy. Thank you for granting me this audience, even as the echoes of my past actions reverberate through the stars.

От улыбки хмурый день светлей,
От улыбки в небе радуга проснется,
Поделись улыбкою своей,
И она к тебе не раз еще вернется!

Черный вечер.
Белый снег.
Ветер, ветер!
На ногах не стоит человек.
Ветер, ветер —
На всем божьем свете!
Завивает ветер