Book: Baby shower

Those deeds of our life that we call good and which it is easy for us to talk about, almost entirely belong to this first, “easy” kind, and we easily forget about them. Other things that are hard for us to talk about, we can never forget, they are to some extent more ours than those, and their long shadows fall on all the days of our lives.

I felt I almost realized how horrible can not understand, to torture, to torment each other, two family, full of mutual goodwill, and then any speech, any attempt to be clever, any reasonable arguments only pour poison only lead to more pain, new shots, new penalties. How is this so? But it turned out so, so out. It was ridiculous, it was crazy, even laugh, even cry - but it did.

And when I execute, when I'm dead and will stand before the eternal judge, I do not kneel and will not submit. Oh no, even though he was surrounded by the whole army of heaven, at least so shone with Holiness and greatness! Let him curse me, let them allow it to drop into boiling pitch - I will not apologize, not stoop, do not ask him for forgiveness and not repent! If he asks me: "You did so-and-so?" I'll exclaim: "Yes, I did, and still not, well, what I did, and if you can, do it again and again. I was killed, I set fire to the house, because it brought me pleasure and because I wanted to make fun of you and to annoy you. Yes, because I hate you, I spit at his feet, God. You tortured me and tormented, you made the laws, which nobody in forces to follow, you persuaded adults to poison the lives of us children.