/ world in the present day information/ Reminiscence of Lieutenant Debelyanov, killed on October 2, 1916.
Somebody swiftly wrote that life and demise move every hour. Little did man learn about demise.
Within the surrounding fields and moors, the lethal wolf Lycurgus runs away with life each minute. Each second it does even. The lethal wolf Lycurgus always has blood on his muzzle. And it’s a hundred occasions quicker than some other wolf.
At that second the second lieutenant was in agony.
Fallen within the depths of blood and dirt. Sunk among the many lots of shot that day. Now, when all are within the trenches, and the sky has retreated someplace far-off, in order not to take a look at the disgrace and insanity of the earth. To guard his eyes from the gushing blood and the flying clods of earth.
Who will consolation the lieutenant with the wound?
Which nymph ought to come and wash her with a decoction of herbs gathered from Mount Pangea! Miss Weldon herself cared for the sick English troopers in distant India. And he or she is overwhelmed with a lot work!
Nobody will – that is the reality that does not even damage.
At a distance from demise, centimeters from its ugly muzzle, what the dying particular person experiences can’t be referred to as worry, nor horror, nor self-pity… What’s skilled may be outlined fairly exactly and within the shortest phrases as “loneliness”.
Mortal loneliness is an vacancy of the center – nothing can fill it. The loneliness of demise is a chilling ache – no herbs can treatment it. Loneliness is the very indifference of chaos – the infinite lack of world and hope, of sunshine and phrases.
Loneliness, expensive dying, and also you who’re nonetheless alive, is Nothingness.
On this Nothingness, Second Lieutenant Debelyanov leaves.
And now nothing can carry him again to us on the planet.
/Fragment from the e book “The Blind Gardener or The Soul Leaves at 10.34”, 2011/
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