There was a corpse of a Snail lying in the middle of the pedastrian path. It looked crashed, as if some careless person had stood on it. No one would want to hurt a Snail; a Snail woudln't want to hurt anyone either. But something or someone arranged things the way they happened: someone stepped on the Snail, killed it, felt incredibly sorry because s/he would never want to hurt an innocent Snail; the Snail, idly moving its body across the path, had a big agenda for today in mind, then this huge foot, darkness and the eternal light. No one wanted for this to happen, but it happened nevertheless. Life is but an accident. 36 hours of no sleep affects my thinking.
Я щедро черпала из родительских карманов
Казалось бездонных или особо глубоких,
Клады нечисленные, богатства и роскоши
И не на минуту не задумывалась о Них.
Я была сильно неправа,
Искренне, искренне каюсь