Leonid Nikolaevich Andreev. The Diary Of Satan (№ 7001)

One minute in My incarnation I can't remember without horror: when I first heard My heart beating. This distinct, loud, with a sound that many talking about death but about life, I was struck by untried by fear and excitement. Everywhere they put their counters, but they can carry in their Breasts the counter, with the rapidity of a magician provivde seconds of life?
At first I wanted to scream and immediately rush down, still not used to life, but I looked at Toppi: this newborn fool quietly sleeve of his coat is clean your cylinder. I laughed and shouted:
Of toppy! Brush!
And we were both cleaned, and the counter in My chest counted how many seconds it lasted, and seems to be added. Then later on listening to his annoying ticking, I began to think: "No time!" That doesn't make it? I didn't know this, but two days frantically rushing to drink, eat, even sleep: the counter does not sleep, while I lie motionless carcass and sleep!