Book: General-On-Blood

They were crying because they felt how immensely, infinitely happy they were, but still they did not understand why there was so much grief from which they were crying. And they cried about the eternal doom of the human race, that time goes against our will, that we are inextricably alone, that we will part with friends and friends will betray us, and we will betray them, that love will pass anyway, that we will never know freedom, that we are weak and do not understand anything in this world, that eternal beauty does not include us within its limits, that our dreams will come true or fade away, and deeds will turn out to be unnecessary, that we were born against our will, we will live life according to the will of Truth , which is indifferent to us, and we will not leave of our own free will, that we are tormented by fear, that the future is hidden from us, that there is no truth in the world, and there is no God in heaven, that sea water is salty, and the earth is not edible, which we always lose more than we find that someone has power over us, although a hundred times meaner than us, that joy is fleeting, and pain has no end, that we will never see everything in the world, that we will not be able to tell everything about ourselves that nothing is visible in complete darkness, and the bright light blinds us that we are tired and no one it doesn’t matter about us that we are to blame for someone else’s evil, but someone is still better than us, that there is little heat, that there are no longer sailing ships, and we don’t know how to ride horses, that our dreams are no longer what they were in childhood, and the Mother of God has such a sad face that sooner or later we will die anyway, and we will be burned or buried in the ground.