Book: Nika

So her death made me a special impression. She just missed the feelings associated with the part of the consciousness and became for me an emotional fact; perhaps it was a kind of mental reaction to the fact that the cause was my doing. I didn't kill her, of course, by my hand, but I pushed the trolley invisible, the fate which overtook her through many days; I was guilty of thinking that started a long chain of events, the last of which was her death. Patriot with slavering jaws and overgrown with hair, sloping forehead - the last thing she saw in life was the concrete embodiment of her death, that's all. It is foolish to blame; every sentence he finds the right executioner, and each of us is an accomplice to mass murder; the world is all intertwined, and a causal relationship is unrecoverable. Who knows, doom the hunger of the children of Zanzibar, giving place to underground some evil old lady? Our foresight and responsibility is too narrow, and all the reasons ultimately go into the unknown, to the creation of the world.