Book: The Murder Of The Commendatore. Page 1

In a way, I thought, we are two pair of boots. We are motivated not by what we have, and not even by what we are going to gain, but by what we have lost, what we no longer have.

Thanks to a trip abroad, national consciousness awakens.

What at first glance does not have any value in itself, due to the coincidence of circumstances, as a result, gradually acquires the right to eternity. And the further, the more significant.

If you look deeper, a diamond shines in any person. It is important to find such a jewel and, if the surface has not faded (and most often it happens), rub to shine, removing the plaque.

I closed my eyes, sat back in the seat and thought: how wonderful it would be if you could leave a variety of judgments endlessly for later.

In the life of, perhaps, any person there is a period that requires decisive changes. When he approaches, you need to immediately take the bull by the horns. Grab a firm grip and never let go. Some people recognize this important point and some do not.

The hearts of people sometimes beat in unison, then over time they can go astray. The impulses of the human soul do not fit into the framework of habits, common sense, the law, a person's soul is mobile, and he flies freely, as soon as he flaps his wings. Likewise, migratory birds know no boundaries.

No matter how vivid the memory may be, it cannot resist the powerful pressure of time.

- As you well know, the price of things is a relative concept, determined naturally, based on the balance of supply and demand. If I say that I want to buy something from you, and you answer that you do not want to sell, the price will increase.
- I know the market principle. Still, do you really need me to paint your portrait? Can you do without it?
- Yes, you're right: I can do without it. But curiosity lives in me. What will be the portrait like if you write it? And I want to know. For myself. In other words, I myself have set the price for my own curiosity.
- And your curiosity costs a lot of money.
He smiled cheerfully.
- If you are interested in something out of pure curiosity, it only gets stronger. And you have to pay for it.

He smiled, and wrinkles again rushed to the corners of his eyes. It was a very clean, straight smile of a man with an open mind. But it's hardly just her, I thought. There's still a mystery to Mansickie. She is in a casket, locked with a key and buried in the ground. And buried so long ago that everything was overgrown with silky grass from above. And the place where the casket rests, knows only one person in the whole white world - Mansiki himself. I couldn't help but catch his smile of loneliness shrouded in mystery.

Maybe this is useless advice, but since you're walking down the street, wouldn't it be better to walk on the sunny side?

It turned out that in my work I encountered pure nothing. I read somewhere, when Claude Debussy came to a standstill in the work on the opera, he said: "Every day I just continued to create nothing (rien)." That summer, and I had to participate in the creation of such a thing.

It seemed that in these thickets you could even hear how time flows and human life flows. One person leaves, another person comes. One thought disappears, another one arises. One form dissolves, another one appears. After all, even I am gradually collapsing day after day in order to recover. Nothing stands in one place. And only time is lost. The time behind me moment by moment becomes dead sand - collapses and disappears. And I sit in front of this abyss and just listen to how it dies.

Something denies us, but still something gives. It is very important to get along with the times - keep it for you.