Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin. Diaries 1918-1932 (№ 321050)

The breath of life and death. Dark and terrible it is hanging, drops. There is a deeper layer of longing of the soul, the realm of hopelessness. Carry out the horrible, that does not leave anything from the past, as if life time was not at all, and all the past the same dull spot, as the gray sky. Different to say: that you lived and saved their entire lives, and when they came the black day, then piggy banks have nothing to take.