Book: Knap. Page 1

Yes, the end is near, he thought. He wanted to get up, grab her in his arms and not let go, but they were in the restaurant, and he only asked the waiter to bring a new cup of coffee.

He rejoiced in loneliness, wind and salty sea waves, over which his soul soared.

The modern boyish style did not suit her. Her mature femininity, the legacy of bygone centuries, demanded worship, attention, protection.

Oh, this New York. You both love and hate him. Everything in him puts pressure on the psyche - both good and bad. An eternal race. Here you rush from the mountain, there your soul rushes somewhere. They practically don't read newspapers here. You forget that somewhere there is a war, people are killing each other in the jungle. In New York, you open the Times, and you feel uncomfortable that you are safe, well fed, sleeping in a soft bed; you start to feel ashamed of your well-being. On the street you look into the faces of people and ask yourself - how do they live with such a feeling?

This is how life works. I'm just doing my official duty. We are famous for objectivity, it is something that is expected of us. We are management consultants, not the Salvation Army. When we go to work, we leave our hearts at home.