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For nonsense! For failures!
For the loss of just expensive!
And that could be different
And for that, I don't need another!

Everywhere you turn everyone in the world is transitory.
You now put the house? I'm sorry your labors.
The field stretched on the location of cities,
Where will the shepherds feed the flock humbly.
Ah, the lush color will certainly fade.
The noises of life are replaced with the silence of the graves.
And marble and metal will sweep the stream.
Happy waiting for trouble... Everything is so futile!
Will that empty dream, a victory and triumph:
Because a weak man can not do anything
Blind game times himself to oppose.
The world is dust and ashes, the world - ash in the wind.
All mortal on earth. I know that they will die.
But how to eternity to join the force yourself?!

<...> the river, though flowing slowly, was still in motion, and on this there is a sad sense of the transience of life. Everything passes, and if it leaves a trail, then what? Kitty seemed that all of them, all the people on the ground, like drops of water in this river unnamed stream all attracted to the sea. When all is so transient and negligible, is it worth, blowing little things up into major events, so to torment ourselves and others?

In the shadow of a dead man live suddenly lose confidence, that they themselves will never die.

Awful, he cried, awful, awful!
However, the sun very hot. However, everything goes.

Everything dies on earth and in the sea,
But the person convicted is more severe:
He needs to know about the death penalty
Signed when he was born.
But, conscious of the transience of life,
He lives - in spite of everything, -
As if expects to live forever
And this world belongs to him.

...the world is ending just like the death of man...

Trees of life will pass, the forest will droop,
The fog will shed a quiet tear,
And arable land will take the ploughman's arms,
And the Swan after many years dies.

After all, every time - alas, only time.
And it will pass.
Erased the trail of the universe,
We managed, between the lines,
To read the grin of eternity.
Instant.
Erased trace...
But, cheer up, poet!
You also smiled to her in response.

"You end" - tells you the time in a voice of boredom, "and whatever you do, from my point of view, in vain." This, of course, does not sound music to your hearing; however, a sense of futility, of limited significance even of your the highest, most ardent actions is better than the illusion of their fruitfulness, and the accompanying ego.

Frailty of the world finally becomes apparent. Long-standing problems remain unresolved, dissolve into the night. Was not them. With the lights off, empty. Take a look around. "Eternity" is time-consuming. But he knew the price of everything: eternity - timeless.

Everything in this life mutually, relatively, and most importantly - temporary.

Even the stars sooner or later fade, and only they where more advanced design than people...

Thoughts about the impermanence of things, about death, God, loneliness, purpose, freedom - these thoughts all his life promerzanie under lock and key, now tear their fetters and to knock at the doors and Windows of consciousness.