00:00My paws remember the Moscow streets, the hunger, the bitter cold.
00:05Then came the hands that chose me. Kudryavka, they called me. Little Curly.
00:12They poked and prodded, locked me in cages. Yet one scientist, Yazdovsky, took me home.
00:19And for a single day, I knew warmth and children's laughter.
00:23The roar deafened me. A tremor shook my small world. And I was pinned.
00:29My heart hammering like a trapped bird against the steel.
00:33Then, a strange silent freedom. Floating. A peculiar dance of no gravity,
00:39that made even my fear briefly pause. But the silence was soon filled by a different heat.
00:46A suffocating warmth that grew with each dizzying turn around the blue marble below.
00:52Panic tightened its grip, my breath ragged,
00:55as the metallic ticking became a fevered drum against my eardrums.
01:00I was just astray, sent skyward. A heartbeat fading into the vast silent testament
01:07to a journey I could never truly understand.
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