Everywhere on the streets, the joyful faces of passers-by, their laughter, and the feeling of a pre-holytide mood were felt throughout the world. There was nothing wonderful about him, even though the Holy Day was approaching. It seemed that the fiery mood would not be shaken for just one day. This is Evgen's family. His family stood over him in tears, shaking their heads gravely and shaking their heads. No, he didn’t die. His dark pale face with sunburned cheeks and blue circles under his eyes expressed an incredible pained look. It was especially noticeable when Evgen lowered his gaze and walked away, marveling at his slightly prostrate body. The vono has become much shorter. It was noticeable to lie under such a cover. A few days ago, Evgen returned from one trip home, having missed the train. In just a second, the steel machine mercilessly pressed against my offending legs. The crooked, rock-faced man was taken to the doctor’s office. Life has become too much for me, but nothing has left me... Without thinking, Evgen would come here, to Argentina, to lose his legs and become disabled for the rest of his life. After the terrible tragedy, which left me in a state of shock, I cursed my unfortunate fate. Now no one has lost anything because of that great big-mouthed and self-satisfied young man. This is already the same Evgen: a helpless, crippled, grief-stricken man, who, I guess, hardly shouted to the whole world. Having worked so hard, I knew that I didn’t feel any pain: neither physical nor mental. The whole thing was stuck here in a thick ball near the depths of his chest, preventing him from thinking or moving freely. Evgen wants to huddle in the deepest corner here - don’t worry about anyone else. All those who, having come to a new sleep, added even more pain to you. These seemed to increase even more when one day passed by those whom they had not noticed and were not willing to help themselves. There were these “abnormal” people at the house of prayer, who wrote writings on the walls. The stench aggravated his unhealed wounds even more. Evgen rarely left his home. That's why he was streaming. Prote, if the stink has gone away, my eyes will open up again. There was one stage in front of him. You can now clearly remember those writings on the walls. Having guessed and twisted one of them: “Go and sin no more,” they mockingly repeat: “Go and don’t come again.” “The Lord punished me for my ridicule, for my words of praise,” a thought flashed through Evgen, and he immediately sat up. It seemed to him that a hair on his head began to fall out of him. There’s an all-out cold screaming in my chest... “Yes, yes, truly so. Now I will no longer set foot near this house of prayer,” Evgen thought, and bitter tears of repentance flowed from behind his eyes. As I fell face first into the pillow, a three-dimensional sound ran through my body, and an important line rang out from my lips: - I won’t come again!
