Mikhail Saltykov-Shchedrin. Abroad (№ 303664)

And somehow, unwittingly, itself felt: Oh, what a terrible thing it is - life! <...> Fear for the "skin" for tomorrow - that's the basic thesis, which is sent to modern Russian people, and the vague expectation of always imminent danger destroys not only the urge to activity, but also to life itself. <...> Not a thirst for life makes you tremble, just instinctive of heart troubles that, in addition to the consciousness cardaminetea sucks and torments. Life itself and hated, and postyle, but as she became attached, we have to stand her. Yes her and I do not think, and think only about this obnoxious sedition, to the extent that all captured, all overshadowed that destroyed even the power to look boldly into the eyes of death. Not tomorrow, sorry, and terribly at the thought that maybe he would and maybe not.