

sometimes I am surprised at the number of events, both pleasant and not pleasant, that happened to me during my life. Every time this thought comes to me, I become confident that in old age, remembering my youth, I will have something to remember. I am even sure that in the end I will die without regretting anything, and with a smile, even if death is painful. (if anything, I will never lay hands on myself, on the contrary, it seems to me that life is too short)