Megadeth - Reckoning Day (Live on MTV)

And he handed me an old yellowed envelope with an obsolete stamp. I immediately recognized maternal handwriting. Something incredible happened. One of the many brackets that I opened closed. The circles that diverged on the water contracted to the starting point. With a shudder, I thought that probably my mother sent envelopes to all my addresses, then in all the hotels in Europe her letters are waiting for me. She did not call to return, she wrote only that she feels decent and hopes that the work brings me satisfaction. That, they say, songs can also be earned for bread, but she is sure that I could settle in some large city and get a home. Most of all, the date struck me. A faded letter had been waiting for me all this time in the clerk's box, which was distinguished by an impeccable memory. Oreste immediately noticed that my mood had fallen.