Chapter 2. Sunset.
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A piercing blue sky with a bright ball already bending over the horizon. And there, in this height – not a cloud. And only rare bird calls break the silence of the autumn evening on the sandy bank of a small river. Only in such moments can you truly feel your unity with nature. You can feel like you’re just a part of the whole. Something insignificant in its desire for wealth, fame or anything else simply because the Universe does not need it. By isolating yourself, by fencing yourself off from understanding this fact, no one wins. Yes, we are all unique. But at the same time, we are all cut according to the same pattern and in our heads, by and large, we all have the same thing.
Have you ever thought, watching a fly or a bee hitting the glass, how stupid a creature must be to hit one glass for an hour and not even try to fly around it to the right or left, where the window is open?? Does the grasshopper, when he sees your hand above him, think about where he should jump or just pushes with all his might just to jump away?? And when a spider weaves a web, does it calculate the likelihood of someone getting there??
When I was little, I loved to watch life “under my feet”. For ants, bees, flies, lizards, grasshoppers, spiders… Now, after I have been following people for so long, I can say with a clear conscience that often people behave no smarter than grasshoppers, jumping at random away from danger. Everyone has probably heard the story about two frogs caught in a jug of milk. But is this story so deep, because I can tell another.
One day a fly flew into the apartment. But he can’t fly out. Everything beats and hits the glass, but it just doesn’t let it through. Then she flew a little away from the window and felt the movement of air. Flew along a stream of air – and got out to the desired freedom.
And now the question is: who is right?? Frog or fly?
I ask myself this question, not at all feeling unity with nature. The gun is in the way. I don’t listen to what the figure on the other side of the gun says, I’m just waiting for something. And when the right moment comes, I pull the trigger.
Loud bang. Strong push in the hand. The body falls on the sand, the sand slowly begins to turn red.
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I like it) I’ll just finish reading “Flowers Without Stems and Roots” soon, but it’s upsetting that some of your chapters there are completely in English, and there is no translation, otherwise it’s difficult for me with my knowledge of the language (
I’m already heartbroken, but I managed to translate it myself) At least I remembered English before studying) As soon as I finish reading it, I’ll definitely write