Zakhar Prilepin. Pathology (№ 162828)

Sitting on the waterfront, we eat ice cream and look at the water. It flows.
- When it leaks? - asks the boy.
"When it leaks, we will die" - I think, and not being afraid to scare him, say his thought out loud. He takes my words for the answer.
- And this soon? apparently, he is interested in how fast the water will flow away.
- No, not so soon, I never determine what I'm talking about - about death or about the movement of the river.