Erich Maria Remarque. The life of a loan (№ 382058)

- You do not seem to care, right? he asked.
With a smile she turned to him.
- In the highest sense, Yes.
- So I understand. And what's wrong with you?
"I just know that they will die,' she thought, feeling streetlight sliding through the face. And feel it more than you, that's why that for you is just noise, I can hear and cry, and cry, and prayers, and rejoicing, and all that to you is a routine, for me, the gift and grace".