Character: Ludwig Bodmer (Rudolf)



The strange change that began shortly after the armistice continues. The war, which almost all the soldiers in 1918 hated, for those who survived safely, gradually turned into the greatest event in life. They returned to everyday existence, which seemed to them, when they were still lying in the trenches and cursing the war, some kind of paradise. Now everyday life has come again with their worries and troubles, and the war is remembered as something vague, distant, obsolete, and therefore, against their will, it looks completely different, it is tinted and replaced. The massacre was presented as an adventure from which it was possible to emerge unscathed. Calamities are forgotten, grief is enlightened, and the death that spared you has become what it almost always happens in life - something abstract, already unreal. It is a reality only when it hits someone very close by or reaches out to us.
№ 445971   Added MegaMozg 01-11-2022 / 00:06
Women who write poetry, that still consider the horse. Of course, with the exception of the followers of Sappho.
№ 368563   Added MegaMozg 03-05-2019 / 05:18
.... The heart is a drum, slow and quiet, and still, this drum made a lot of noise and bring a lot of grief, maybe I am because he will not hear the sweet call of the nameless life that can only be heard by those who do not oppose her magnificently self-affirming "I," those who do not require explanations, as if they have power lenders, not flashed strangers, did not leave a trace.
№ 271431   Added MegaMozg 19-01-2017 / 14:14
- Well, how? - he asks playfully. - Still trying to fix the world?
I am watching it.
Yeah! It is evident that the philosopher! What do you think?
- Find that for two thousand years Christianity has very little to propel humanity forward mouth.
№ 220179   Added MegaMozg 16-01-2017 / 10:24
I never saw any of these people. I have not once wanted to go to Vandenbrouck, but always something was delayed and I told myself that I will, but I suddenly found that time anymore.
№ 194801   Added MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 17:27
- Keep the banner high, George! You know we are immortal.
- Right. And you don't despair. You so often saved, you just have to get through.
"I see," I say. - At least for those who were not saved. At least for Valentine.
- Nonsense. Just because you live.
№ 194800   Added MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 17:27
And life, good or bad, you still have a life, notice it only when forced to risk it.
№ 180906   Added MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 08:20
We have friendly relations with him, as is usually the case when relationships between people based on mutual benefit.
№ 180905   Added MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 08:20
I would still like to be silly, stupid radiant. In our time is the greatest gift.
№ 180880   Added MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 08:19
There are lucky finds at the beginning or the end, when man, as if playing up to what the experts are fighting without any hope of success.
№ 179582   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 20:51
And that, in fact, not received by us from the dead? Our language, our habits, our knowledge, our despair, everything!
№ 179581   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 20:51
You are free and flying, but stepping confidently where others are sinking and soaring where others stomp iron boots off, you're caught in the web and Srinivasa themselves on the border, which others don't even notice - why do people molest you? Why would they so eagerly strive to bring you back to our world, why not leave your butterfly being on the wrong side of any cause and effect, time and death? What is this, jealousy? Or a complete misunderstanding?
№ 179580   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 20:51
I love you and know that never for love of you, because it will never be what I am now, in this moment, it already is while I'm talking about him, and I can't hold it even if it gave him his life...
№ 179578   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 20:51
I love you, Isabella, - I say. - Love is much stronger than I thought. - My love is like the wind: he came up, and I think that it is just a light breeze, but the heart suddenly bent under him, like a willow in a storm. I love you, heart of my heart, the only island of silence among the General confusion; I love you for what you feel when you flower needs moisture and when the time tired, like Nagashima the day the hound; I love you, and love pouring out of me, just the open gate, where lurked unseen the garden, I still do not quite understand it and marvel at it, and I'm a little ashamed of my solemn words, but they than my will with the thunder pulled out and given a resounding echo; someone tells me someone I don't know, maybe it's a third-rate author of melodrama or my heart, already do not know fear.
№ 179577   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 20:51
...the value of lost will know only when it escapes.
№ 179576   Added MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 20:51