Book: Other shores

In order to explain initial flowering of the human mind, I think you should assume a pause in the evolution of nature, life-giving moment of laziness and bliss. The struggle for existence - what nonsense! The curse of labor and battle takes man back to the boar. We're often laughed when he said maniacally sparkle in the eye of the household ladies, when in the food and distribution plans she glazed gaze wanders through the morgue meat. Proletarians, resedential! Old books are wrong. The world was created on the day of rest.

Bunin books I loved in adolescence and later chose his awesome flowing poetry that brocaded prose which he was famous. When I met him in exile, he had just received the Nobel prize. It painfully took the fluidity of time, old age, death, - and he noted with pleasure that keeps me straighter, though thirty years older. I remember he invited me to some kind - probably an expensive and good restaurant for intimate conversation. Unfortunately, I can not stand restaurants, vodka, snacks, music, and intimate conversations. Bunin was puzzled by my indifference to the grouse and annoyed by my refusal to open the soul. By the end of lunch we were already bored with each other. "You will die in agony and utterly alone," he said to me when we went to the hangers.

Life's but a weak crack of light between two eternities is black.