Character: Ernst

A part of my life was given to destruction, given to hatred, hostility, murder. But I was still alive. In one task, and the path. I want to improve and be ready for anything. I want my hands worked and the thought of sleep.

The war has taught us to act almost without thinking, because every minute of delay was fraught with death. Therefore, the life here seems very slow. We take her on impulse, but before she responds and sounds, we turn away from it. For too long has been our constant companion of death; it was a daring player and second on the card was raised high a rate. It developed in us a kind of tension, lihoradochnost, taught to live only this moment, and now we feel devastated, because here it's not necessary. And the emptiness gives birth to anxiety: we feel that we do not understand and that even love cannot help us. Between soldiers and desolate opened an impassable chasm.

War seemed to her a pack of enraged predators that threaten the life of her son. But it never occurred to me that her son, for whose life she was so anxious, was like an enraged predator in relation to the sons of other mothers.

The speaker's words pour through our head, somewhere past the past... They are born and die, but they do not touch us, not interested, don't shake, they just splash and splash.

Before, I would certainly have not allowed myself to laugh at the father. But respect for elders disappeared in the trenches. There were all equal.

- Actually, I'm not quite sure what you do man.
- No. I the next stage of evolution. The person can't hurt another person.

"I'll strangle dying", he thought. "Frau Schmidt, I regret to inform you on the loss of your strangled with a dead son. He died as he lived, in utter bewilderment."

The horizontal is the life. The vertical is God. At the intersection of - I, Shakespeare and Leonardo!