Epilogue

Ripples of life, monotonous and boring, but something touching, such recognizable ", and so unbearably hopeless, similar to the positional chess game, which has seen in the drawing endgame, which nevertheless has to do to the end. The language of the novel is deliberately simple, but it is honed, and long phrases do not end, swallowing, as the steps of a farewell walk through the native city, whose streets are always empty, even if they are full of people ". Shadow play. Life closes on the family and the "nearest circle" of friends. Everything is out of this - scenery. Favorite time - twilight. Scattered in the light of darkness. As death, which is subconsciously always present in life as if "taste of salt in sea water. But in all hidden drama, expectation tension. A man clenches down, in the abyss of non-existence, and is trying to cling to something alive claws for something in the past and the present, which could justify his life, could be to give him the liberation consciousness that life lived not In vain, that there was