Book: Kit

And she saw the sea. Suddenly the whole world ceased to exist for her, only endless space lay quietly before my eyes. Heart is beating so that it seemed that tears that's splashed from his eyes.

... and, of course, she wishes him luck; however, she has one request: if ever, after many days, the Lord on the seashore happen to see a Seagull, soaring alone in the sky, let him know that this poor soul of the woman that loved him and died after living alone in longing for a distant island, and that's when he'll see this Seagull, she asks to at least say her name which he will keep in his memory, and then she even after death will get rid of the inescapable bitterness of the offense.

In short, as it was in the old days, and remained; nothing changed in our days: even talking about well-known facts, chatty people can not resist not to add a at least a word.

We become ourselves through our actions. This is an inductive explanation for the irrational behavior of human beings.

Writing novels is like meeting writers of past centuries. They ask questions, I answer.