Svetlana Alexievich. Enchanted by Death (№ 406566)

She rushed, she spent her whole life rushing between reality and fictional. I wanted someone to love her, to need her, "like bread, like water." I wanted love so much, passionately, that I invented it, rushed to people like jumping from a height, spread out. In each of us there is a vessel of love, if it is not filled in childhood, then all your life you will suffer from thirst and unquenchment. And not to be saved, not to be protected. In her vessel was only on the bottom ...