- My happiness - to be together with a clan, - Ivashka has told, but its thoughts were far.
Tetechka Kleo has looked at it the long brown eyes brought by a black paint, has corrected a headdress and has slightly
slightly opened karminnye lips.
- You know that I am able to read thoughts, - she has smiled, - your thoughts are confused in a head, with you there was
any improbable event, which, however, is foreordained on a palm if to peer into it...
Ivashka has quickly cleaned a hand for a back.
- Yes will be so. I will not begin to get into your thoughts and destiny, - she has told, - we live eternally, we are covered from
feet to a head pylishchej sets of the people living on the earth, whose bones have decayed for a long time already in the earth,
and whose ashes have been dispelled by pagans downwind... We know all about a life and all about death. But it is similar to
when you assort the web which has accumulated between fingers, and in it the dried up bodies of moths, cheshujki the died off
thin skin, a moonlight grain, splinters of the past, such far have got confused, what doubt that is whether yours it? Many of us
live so long, as are glad to die, yes do not know - as. In a word, existence any more does not bring to us pleasure. And you
should rejoice lives, you - other, than we. You own what at us is not present.
- And what it is a life, heart beat?