The Call of the Night

HELLO MY FRIENDS AND DEEP HOUSE LOVERS! Today I want to present for your attention my next, the nightly mix. If to talk about that little history which inspired me to create him, I remembered it quite by chance, going for a walk in one of old central boroughs of my city. Once a long time ago, when I was a timid and poor student, I returned home after a big nervous and heavy study day. In grey town, among gloomy and the same grey people it became quite sadly for me, and long raw the winter ahead yet more forced a melancholy in my soul. On habit I heaved up a head, directing a look upwards, because when I look into the sky it is always helped me to rid of similar ideas, but saw above itself only the dark old plastic of ceiling of carriage of subway. So I rode enough long, submerging in a stupor and reflecting about the gloomy future, as suddenly on one of stops a girl come into the vagoon... She stood quite alongside, on the prolate hand, but the place around was hammered in all space of people, and I could look over she only, incessantly to admire... It seemed to me on a that moment, that She was an angel from a parallel universe, from the world of beauty, fashion and unbelievable success. She seemed that it just some unknown a way penetrated here straight from Paris, from a city which is world the capital of style and elegance -She was incredibly beautiful, graceful and looked very much, very much stylish - moreover, I noticed in surprise, that all my gloomy ideas had abandoned me and I absorbed in itself the that most powerful energy which came from from She, as if a sponge. Time swiftly increased at the run, and She fluttered on one of stops, ridding of the world of boredom, grayness and darkness. Not knowing why, I went out right behind her, making way through densely standings the row of people. I followed after her immediately, distance all was increased between you and her, and I wanted just yet some time to look at her, She is simple to look, as if proving itself, that not all circumferential so grey, as majority from this... She turned one corner, then after other, and suddenly I lost her ...She disappeared from my eyeshot similarly suddenly, as well as appeared...I simply stood on a sidewalk, one in the quite empty street, feeling, as crisp frosty air gets over me, and the world does not seem already such oppressive, although night reigned in the street. Much time passed since, and sometimes, at night, when I walk around a becoming empty town, I sometimes feel in my soul a Call...Certain Call which I hear only at night... Call far, call of the own soul, call inexpressible mysterious and wonderful... The Call of the Night...