“And time does not heal. He does not fill the wounds, he simply covers them from above with a gauze bandage of new impressions, new sensations, life experiences ... And sometimes, clinging to something, this bandage flies, and fresh air penetrates the wound, giving it new pain ... and a new life ... Time is a bad doctor ... It makes you forget about the pain of old wounds, causing more and more ... And we crawl through life, like her wounded soldiers ... And every year everything grows on the soul , and the number of poorly applied dressings increases.”