Intuitive Type Speech Example (Childhood Memories, Favorite Places, and Things)

So, okay. So, like this. M. Childhood memories without preparation, without a plan, without anything else like a script. Ah, mm, favorite things and places. It’s hard with things, of course, because I can’t even remember any particularly favorite things. Except maybe I had some kind of plastic box where all sorts of little things were kept, like some beautiful buttons, shells, pebbles. But I wouldn’t say it was a favorite thing. It was just a thing I used often.

And places, well, there were probably two places. The most favorite place—interestingly enough—wasn’t in reality, it was in a dream. That is, I often had the same dream about a very big house with a huge number of rooms that connected with each other. In my dream, I moved from one room to another. And, ah, in each room there was something interesting. That is, you could stop, look at some interesting, I don’t know, wardrobe, uh, some kind of, mm, boxes were there. And in each, uh, like in every room there was something interesting. I never saw this house from the outside. I was always inside. And when I had this dream, I was just absolutely thrilled because I really liked this place.

Uh, the rooms there were connected roughly like a chain. You could go specifically from one room to another, but there wasn't any single room with a bunch of doors. Just, like, they connected like train cars. There was a kind of, m, twilight there. I don't remember exactly right now. It seems there were a lot of wooden things. In fact, these rooms really resembled all sorts of, ah, Crimean museums... uh, of famous writers there, meaning a lot of antique furniture and that kind of light twilight.

So that’s the first thing, what I really liked, and I often remembered this dream, and it came to me—to me again and again, uh, and up until about, probably, teenage years. Generally, there were a lot of favorite places in dreams. Specifically, some dreams repeated again and again. And there were exactly favorite places there. One was this house. Well, and the second one wasn't quite as interesting, of course. Just some kind of very bright, very tall structure, also kind of with rooms or overpasses, but there was absolutely nothing there. That is, everything was completely empty, and you could just sit there, looking into the clear blue sky.

So, that’s the first one. The second, well, the favorite place was probably already from reality, if we're talking about that, then it was my parents' garden. The thing is, our garden plot was located on the very last line, uh, and behind it there was a steppe like that. And, actually, why did I like it? Because, ah, if you turned away from these garden plots and looked into the steppe, it felt like there was no one else. You could walk away just a little bit further, cows were walking around there. And if you walk a bit further, you get the feeling that there is no one else. You are alone in the steppe there, well, for many hundreds of kilometers there’s no one. Such a funny illusion. But, uh, when I experienced something like that, Krapivin has this, what is it called, "deserted spaces". When I experienced this feeling of deserted spaces, I had a feeling of just some kind of happiness. So that was probably also a favorite place, because I voluntarily came to the garden, I don't know, to weed the carrots myself on a bicycle. My parents were probably surprised, but I liked exactly this place.

What else? In general, I’ve probably been looking for places throughout my life that are precisely deserted. And the more secluded a place was, the more it became a favorite. But, unfortunately, in our big city of one and a half million people, it's very difficult to find such a place, because you had to go out to the garden, outside the city, unless maybe...

Ah, well, another, m, favorite place was probably, well, again, this is later, this is no longer childhood, uuuh, it was definitely winter, definitely evening, ah, our park of culture and leisure. Where there is absolutely no one, because there are definitely no fools to trudge through the snowdrifts in the evening. And when you come, you also get the feeling that you are alone and there is no one else in the world. This is also such a feeling, a strong feeling of some kind of happiness, bliss. Yes, I loved that too, but that was no longer childhood, that probably doesn't fit in. Well, I was about 16 or 15 years old, probably. Before that age, I didn't really go out alone in the evenings. Something like that. That's all.