Tales of the old Arbat (№ 181330)

It's funny... every year the soul is wiser, but the body, damn him, continued to fool around. <...> But with age, the soul learns to live alone - perhaps he wants to get used to the inevitable. At night, during sleep, she learns to fly away from the body, and when she finally learns... [Sad whistle, silent.] Alas, a person should not worry about death.