Book: Second life Uwe

"Now, if only."

As Sonia once said, in order to understand such men Uwe and Rune, first of all it is necessary to understand that they were not born in their own time. Such little is asked of life - only the simplest things, Sonia believed. To have a roof over your head, yes a quiet street, yes a car of a single brand, yes a wife-lapushka, one for life. To work with benefit. So that the house was, and in the house something regularly broke and unscrewed - and you
b walked with a screwdriver and screwed.

Uwe himself did not know exactly why he turned into a stern, silent. Whether because he began to talk more with himself. Or, little by little, he was out of his mind. Himself no, no, and thought about it. It turned out that he did not allow people to approach him for fear, lest the memory of her dear voice drown in the hubbub of their grumpy voices.

For many of us, living with an unsociable person is a heavy cross. Who does not like loneliness himself, that and someone else's jarring.

And they went.

And about the baby who is not destined to be born. And she howled. A primitive, inconsolable howl - he groaned and tossed about in both souls, tearing them to shreds, hour after hour, and there was no time for these hours. Time and grief melted into one hopeless darkness without an edge. Already then Uwe knew that he would never forgive himself for not staying where he was, not saving them. Knew this pain would burn him forever.

Uwe, blessed is not the one who accepts alms. Blessed is he who serves.

If his father had known how many more similar painful minutes his son would have spent waiting for this girl, his eyes would have crawled out of their sockets, and he would have remained with pop-eyed forever. But then the son himself did not know this yet.

Uwe, however, did not consider himself hopeless. Simply, in his opinion, things love place and order. You can't go through life, that's how lightly scattering and exchanging them. As if constancy is worth nothing now. Now people change the old to the new so quickly that the ability to do something durable has become unnecessary. Quality - who needs it now?

They say that at the time of the fall, the brain thinks faster. As if from a sudden throes of motor energy, the mind, if you don't want to, begins to work at such a feverish speed that the world around us slows down.

She believed in fate. Whichever paths you go, all of them will eventually "lead you to your destination."

"Remember: only a fool thinks that strength and dimensions -
it's the same thing." Uwe remembered it for the rest of his life. My father didn't touch anyone with his finger. No son, no one. Classmates Uwe, sometimes, luptsovaly for misdemeanors - at school came with a bruise under the eye, then with scars from the belt. Uwe - not once. "In our family, hands are not dissolved," his father taught. "Neither on our own nor on others."

Uwe was well aware when the women of his girlfriend wondered: how is it - of his own free will to get up and spend the whole day with this dunduk? Uwe himself wondered: how? He collected a bookcase for her: she stuffed it with books, in which from cover to cover it is entirely about feelings. Uwe valued only what can be seen, felt. Concrete and cement. Glass and iron. Tool. Predictable things. Right angles and clear instructions. Design models and drawings. Objects that can be depicted on paper. Uwe itself consisted of two colors - black and white.

Uwe always treated people above eighty-five with intuitive skepticism. Experience suggested: with such growth, the blood simply does not reach the brain.