escape [Theme]

A million miles away from this void.

You are the girl who escaped and broke free. She was afraid to be alone, so she got drunk for courage and threw herself into the arms of a man.

- No. But you must go to that theater, ask for forgiveness from your son and bring him home. That's what I'm getting at, Hugo.

- Enough!

I need to escape from here, but I can’t do it alone, I don’t know the world. If I leave the monastery, they will return me.

— Laws exist for the purpose of circumventing them.

Death is uncompromising, inevitable and eternal. It's the infinity that waits at the end. And I'm just existing, standing on the line, I'm in a borderline situation, that's all, and I find it nauseating. On the other hand, it rejects the fear of death along with the hope for God's help, for rebirth, for any kind of escape from infinity. Today I am satisfied with this.

We are mere mortal temporary people on this Earth, but each of us has land, there is a cemetery, there is a maternity hospital, there is a mother, a father, there are roots, there is an exit ... Not an escape, not disappearance ... I'm already creeping up on the word " betrayal". It seems to me that the greatest crime and the most difficult act or offense is to betray, betray a loved one, betray your land, betray your home, relatives, friends, betray yourself. <...> In recent years, I live according to the principle of three concepts. You know, it's like they say, the Earth on three whales... Each of us has some rules that we want to comply with. Patience, sacrifice and non-betrayal. Under these three concepts, today I preserve myself, work, and want to leave all of myself to my long-suffering, centuries-old, tired, but very dreaming of my Motherland, which I wish you too.

A real man would rather choose death than a shameful run.

Once you run away, you run away for the rest of your life.

I say - throw everything to hell and run. Who is speaking? Fedor speaks! Fedor!

The past, of course, it will not get rid of you if you run away from it forever. But when you meet him face to face, you will understand that these are just memories in your soul and there is no point in being afraid of them.

Everyone wants to run away somewhere.

He took out a spare pair of lenses from his wallet, just in case. Peeling off the protective film of the package, he put them on and changed his club suit for the offered jeans and a T-shirt. Things fit perfectly, but the memory of how they found out his size only angered Neal more. He crumpled up yesterday's clothes, shoved them as deep into the toilet as he could, completely submerging the fabric in the water, and lowered the toilet seat. Josten pulled back the shower curtain, turned the water on high, and pulled it back down. The sound of the water almost completely drowned out the creak of the opening sashes of the window. Getting out of the window was harder than expected, but desperation is known to be a great lubricant.