Erich Maria Remarque. Arch (№ 33305)

Now Weber will sit in the car and calmly rolled in her pink, doll's house, with clean, sparkling wife and two clean, sparkling children. In General - clean, shining existence! Is it to understand this bezdarnosti is the voltage when the knife is about to make the first cut, when after light pressure stretches in a narrow red stripe of blood, when the body is in the needles and clips revealed, like a curtain, and exposed the fact that never saw light, when like a hunter in the jungle, you are on the trail, and suddenly in the ruined tissues, tumors, nodes and breaks the face-to-face with a powerful predator - death - and come to the fight, armed only with a needle thin blade and infinitely confident hand... Does he understand what you feel when the concentration has reached the limit, the blinding tension and suddenly in the blood of a patient bursts into something mysterious, black, some kind of majestic mockery - like and the knife dull, the needle becomes brittle, but the hand of the disobedient; when the invisible, mysterious, pulsating - life suddenly ebbed from powerless hands and disintegrate entrained by a ghostly, dark whirlwind that neither catch up nor to get rid of... when the person that even lived was somehow "I" had a name, turns into a nameless, frozen mask... what is violent, what a senseless and rebellious impotence covers you... is it all to understand it... and what is there to explain?