[b]Svetlana Alexievich
They call the souls down from heaven. Those who had people die this year cry, and those whose people died earlier, don’t. They talk, they remember. Everyone prays. And those who don’t know how to pray, also pray.[/b]
After all, what have they really got to lose? Not counting those that do.
People came from all around on their cars and their bikes to have a look. We didn’t know that death could be so beautiful.
Really, not much isn’t beautiful to someone.
According to Darwin’s theory, it’s not the strongest who survive, but those who are the best adapted to their environment. Average people are the ones who survive and carry on the human race.
Tell that to, among others, the Nietzscheans.
There’s no television. No movies. There’s one thing to do—look out the window. Well, and to pray, of course. There used to be Communism instead of God, but now there’s just God. So we pray.
Come on, Mr. Capitalist, tell them what you pray to.
Any animal is afraid of a human. If you don’t touch him, he’ll walk around you. Used to be, you’d be in the forest and you’d hear human voices, you’d run toward them. Now people hide from one another. God save me from meeting a person in the forest!
Men mostly.
Everyone found a justification for themselves, an explanation. I experimented on myself. And basically I found out that the frightening things in life happen quietly and naturally.
Trust me: Not always.