Erich Maria Remarque. Arch (№ 79980)

- What do you take me, Joan? he said. - Better look out the window, the sky completely - the crimson, gold and blue... Does the sun asked what was the weather yesterday? Whether the war in China or Spain? How many thousands of people were born and died in this minute? The sun rises - and that's it. And you want me to ask! Your shoulders as bronze, under its rays, and I still have about something you ask? In the red light of dawn your eyes as the sea of the ancient Greeks, violet and vinovenue, and I should be interested in God knows what? You're with me, and I, like a fool, have to rake up the dead leaves of the past? What do you take me, Joan?
She wiped her tears.
A long time ago I have not heard such words.
- So you were no longer surrounded by people, and idols.