Character: Five hundred ninth

A couple of weeks ago we still knew nothing. And now everything seems to go slow. Weird how everything changes when there is hope! When again, wait.

Our imagination can't count. And numbers don't act on the feeling - it makes them stronger. It can count only to one. But one is enough, if you really feel.

It is also... important to give...

...laziness of the soul, fear... paralysis of conscience that is our misfortune...

...the main thing - the result of resistance, and not how it looks. Reckless bravery is suicide.

Almost any resistance can be broken; it's a matter of time and conditions.

...the better people are, the more amazing the silly things they do when they feel that it is necessary to show courage.

The word [hope] hits the spot, this is a terrible word. I avoided him all these years, otherwise it would eat through me from the inside. And here it popped up again, and I still do not dare to think about what it means, but it is already here, and now it'll either break me or will become a reality.

- ...yesterday you was pretty.
Yesterday was a long time ago.