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in a more/less civilized time. Imagine the sixteenth century. Twelve. How are you? Indians – those lived in harmony with nature. Perhaps not all. In any case, when Europeans landed on the shores of the American continent, Indian tribes were completely unable to resist them. They were slaughtered like rabbits, and that was the end of it. Historians claim that they have disappeared somewhere in a mystical way. We know where – they were cut. The whole mystery is that they were cut one by one. Don’t believe? Archaeologists have found so many mass graves that – there just need to imagine how it looked. Remember the concentration camps during world war II? Remember, a mass grave with the kilometer-long lists of names? The story with the Indians – about the same. The story of the Egyptian Empire, or rather its decline, took place in a bloody genocide, where the Romans massacred everyone they could. Again, the mass graves that are found around the tombs of the pharaohs, this is a great confirmation. The whole history of mankind is a series of genocides. There is no logic here. Just one thing, when a person, alone, to cope with the terrible nature. But here is, when society – this already another. When one goes the roof, he/can still find the composure to grab the railings and wait it out. But when the brains led the whole crowd, even the experts are unlikely to be able to control the situation. But the reason for all is authoritarianism and all other leadership. It is necessary to be able to think independently. Then there will be less conflicts and problems. When I was little, my aunt died of a heart attack on the ground floor. It found only the smell of it. That’s it, to live alone and die alone, not even to be buried. Worse than himself and to not think. It’s like dying before you die for real. And quite often such meets. The musty smell of abandonment in the old woman’s apartment, every time reminds of loneliness and lonely death. Somewhere I have heard that death is not so terrible as its suddenness. In/my opinion, this is Bulgakov experimented. Now, listen to my word – not always death is sudden. Sometimes people wait years for their end. Torment. Die, of course, always suddenly, and always with fear in the eyes of. I remember grandma’s frightened eyes as she stretched out on the floor. She died suddenly. From heart attack. Time – and fell, and all, and in the sight of the frozen ceiling. As I remember, my mother’s frightened eyes as she fell into a coma. A day later she died in intensive care. It was sudden and with fear in his eyes. But combining the two deaths of my close people, only one – they’re both waiting in the end many, many years. Tormented. Suffered. Suffered. Waited. When/the Julius Caesar went on death on own will. He probably had nowhere else to go, so he raised the question. So I can see why people like to play with death. They just don’t want to wait for the end. They are trying in every way to bring the suddenness of the moment, after which only darkness – and nothing more. However, death should motivate us to live. She should, but she doesn’t always succeed. Sleep – sleep! Forget you’re mortal. Society can’t stand the living. Apparently so, seeks lull our vigilance. Society is, in fact, dead. There are, of course, outbursts of rage in the streets. Flashes of life. But they are not decorated. You would think that people are forced to live, rejecting life in any way possible. You’d think they didn’t need it at all. To be a walking corpse. Zombies are the walking dead. Although some try to use the vital juices in a useful direction. Anything to helpКонец ознакомительного фрагмента.
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