Me have cured. I do not know, whether somebody from ours has escaped still.
As soon as I again could fly, days of the doctrine have begun. (A little later when I have learnt to look in a mirror, I have seen
a gold crown on the head. About its appointment I have learnt much later.)
Dovecots any more were not, there was an apartment (the first of many, instead of that where I have spent last months). Me
brought by the car far from the house and I had to search for a way back. Gradually tasks became more difficult - I learnt to
be guided on a beam, to fly to that from owners who calls me. It was hard to study, but it is joyful - the feeling of gratitude not
leaving me helped huge, for an instant. That I am live, for each grain, for a water drink...
Owners too loved me. It was felt how they are declined over me as they take me in hands... Them was much, all of them time
varied, but all of them something equally united the general. Probably, serious sight, a kind smile, politeness and courtesy to
each other... Or something and at all imperceptible (the energy, transferred by air...)
The crown consisted of electrodes. They helped me to catch invisible signals. The by-effect consisted that I was learnt not
only to what from me expected. Perhaps, electrodes have woken in me the abilities put still golubevodami of Soviet Union
when they deduced our breed. I have nobody to ask, and Soviet Union has disappeared, as legendary Atlantis.
I have found out that I can read on russki and understand Russian speech...
Unfortunately, my saviours spoke in other language. Sometimes in a thick of phrases flashed one or two familiar words, but it
was insufficiently to reach sense. But on the TV quite often showed Russian programs, and in last from apartments where I
lived, even Russian newspapers came across. That I saw in news that it was possible to me to read in newspapers, was
awful. Grief and pain pictures were imposed on endured by me in a youth. And I burnt with the desire though something to
make though somehow to help a planet writhing tormently. Probably, this desire was only one of the lines inherent in pigeons
of the world. But unless the misfortune which I saw every day, were not the presents?
People whom I saw on the screen and about which read, generally were malicious. People who surrounded me, were kind.
Kind are good... I with impatience waited, when I can make something for them - and for mankind. At last this day has come.
Snow begins. Wings are ill me. Already nearby... The Signal becomes stronger. I know that there will be my contribution is
insignificant, but I will fulfil the duty!