Pushkin

Birth is the greatest miracle of creation.

There is a cactus on the windowsill

In a room

In a house

In the suburbs of a city,

A city that’s sleeping well tonight.

But I am awake.

I live in this house.

I sleep in this room.

Every day, billions of people rise from their beds. Some go to work. Some go to school. But not everyone. Some never rise.