The dream is over. For those who were dreaming, anyway. I, for one, was largely one of them. I take some consolation in the fact that efforts to sustain that dream were considerable and widespread; the dream was shared and believed in by many, including the bright ones. By the not so bright ones, too. But, in any case, it has ended.
Nevertheless, or perhaps even more so, although it would be difficult for me to justify such a correlation, I do not cease in my efforts here. And not without some results. I managed to push Tale a little bit forward. I finally know what are the next steps. I know what to do. I also know that certain passages will be in Ukrainian. Most likely. Some important conclusions.
Dookoła klombu [Around the flowerbed] is also slowly getting to a close.
Also, what will sound in Byk [Bull], is also basically ready.
On the horizon, a glow.
(transl. Magdalena Małek-Andrzejowska)