Book: The life of a loan. Page 5

They don't understand life. They live as if they're going to live forever. They sit in their offices and toil at his Desk. You may think that every one of them - the Methuselah twice. That's all their sad secret. They live as if death did not exist. And do not behave like heroes, and as shopkeepers! They chase the idea of the transience of life, they hide their heads like ostriches, pretending that they have the secret of immortality. Even the most decrepit old men trying to cheat each other, multiplying something that has long turned them into slaves, money and power.

In them burns the flame of youth, but for them, dancing to the invisible shadow - the shadow of the petty bourgeoisie and those ten pounds that they will soon add shadow family boredom, petty ambitions, and small targets, mental fatigue and complacency, the endless monotony and slowly getting old.

She was drinking a bottle of Calvados in the day. All predicted her early death. But she is still alive. And the prophets died long ago.

I feel like you're in these three months was, at least, five years older - so you've changed. You become five years prettier. And ten years more dangerous.

It all depends on you, how you yourself are everything.

I can't imagine you in that role.
Me too, but I never imagined, and then well everyone was doing.

He never thought about marriage. Now the marriage seemed to him something self-evident; he could not imagine a life without Lillian. It was not a baseless romance, no sentimentality; just a life without Lillian seemed to him now is infinitely monotonous...

... may her life be like a light without a shadow, happiness, no regrets, burning without ash.

She suddenly became very beautiful, furthermore, its transparent eyes that did not recognize and looked through the surrounding objects, gave her a sad charm and some kind of detachment from everything, heart-rending.

All the romantic dreams crumbled to dust when one is in touch with reality, cold and solitude.

But you're still a thinker! - Kleha got in the car. - Maybe you better in advance be locked up to save mankind from a new unhappiness. When you become Prime Minister, it will be too late.

- But during the war all the people gave a vow, if I live not to repeat this error. But one quickly forgets everything.
And did you all forgot? asked Lillian.
- Tried my best. But I did not quite succeed.
- Maybe I love you that's why?
You don't love me. If you loved me, you wouldn't tell me about it.
- Maybe I love you because you don't think about the future?
- Then you'd have to love all the men in the sanatorium. <...>
- Why do I love you?
- Because I'm with you. And because you love life. And I'm a nameless piece of life. It is dangerous.

Breathe deeply, enjoy the mountains, give thanks to God for their salvation and think that people are much better than you, had to die.

- Like the man who mourns his property, and his life puts in anything?
- He is a fool.
- You still have to learn many of those same fools.