1960

Uninteresting people not in the world

There are no uninteresting people in the world. Their destinies are like the histories of the planets. Each one has everything special, its own, and there are no planets similar to it.

What if someone lived unnoticed and made friends with this invisibility, he was interesting among people its very uninterestingness.

Everyone has their own secret personal world. There is the best moment in this world. There is the most terrible hour in this world, but all this is unknown to us.

And if a person dies, his first snow dies with him, and the first kiss, and the first fight... He takes all this with him.

Yes, books and bridges remain, cars and artists' canvases, yes, much is destined to remain, but something still goes away!

This is the law of the ruthless game. It is not people who die, but worlds. We remember people, sinful and earthly. What did we really know about them?

What do we know about brothers, about friends, What do we know about our only one? And about his own father We, knowing everything, know nothing.

People are leaving... They cannot be brought back. Their secret worlds cannot be revived. And every time I want again scream from this irrevocability.