grief [Theme]

And I will kiss, love - I will be there!

Koreans know how to rejoice like children, but in grief they are silent and unapproachable.

Seeing its hiding place everywhere in the surrounding nature?!

Yes, it was - no matter what they say - real mourning, and the grief was genuine, for his [the dictator's] death, which we had been waiting for so long and so longingly, revealed a lot to us in ourselves, and above all that, while waiting in complete hopelessness, when he dies from any of his royal illnesses, when the news of his death - so many times passed on in whispers from mouth to mouth and so many times refuted - will finally become true, we have ended ourselves, burned out to the ground, and now we are not they believed in his final departure not because they were not really convinced of it, but because deep down in their souls they no longer wanted it; we could not imagine how we would live further, how life could continue without him - our life, in which he, as it turned out, occupied such an inordinately large place...

The official was touchy and tortured, and ate diabetic bread, and probably received a meager salary, was married, and the child had a rash all over his body. He attached cosmic significance to a piece of paper that they didn’t have and had to get, the whole world rested on this piece of paper and hopelessly crumbled into dust if a person was deprived of it. Moreover, it turned out that the Luzhins could not receive it before the monstrous deadlines, millennia of despair and emptiness had expired, and only by writing petitions they were allowed to alleviate this worldly sorrow.

Anna was crying, and gradually she was seized by a strange sadness, bright and even pleasant. This is the kind of sadness we feel when something very good comes to an end: it is not grief over a sudden and irretrievable loss.

- I'm just not as sad as I could be. And that makes me sad.

Sorrow had sucked the life out of him.

- But he would say that forgiveness

Forgive me, dear friend.

It is only through sorrow that we learn to appreciate kindness.

Do not complain about the weight of the cross. And on the day of sorrow, tell your sorrow to the Lord, and He will comfort you...

And slay all nature.

Words take shape when you put a piece of your soul into them... But you can't put your soul into random words. Love, compassion, pain, happiness, sorrow... every word must be lived, endured, felt with the heart, mind, soul... Then the form will become filled and complete, and not just with words, but with life itself.