It’s a miserable thing to leave behind a world which still holds secrets.
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- “We’re spaceward bound tomorrow But there’s no grief or sorrow Alone in the sky. The moon’s riding high. You ripe ears of barley, goodbye.”
- “Remember, Omon, although man, of course, has no soul, every soul is a universe. That’s the dialectic.”
- “Life always has room for heroism.” It was not just romantic nonsense but a precise and sober statement of the fact that our Soviet life is not the ultimate instance of reality but only, as it were, its anteroom.
- “Everything I remember from my childhood is linked in one way or another with a dream of the sky.”
- “Then suddenly everything changed. That is, everything was just the same as before—I was crawling along the corridor in just the same way—but the pain and fatigue, passing beyond the level of endurance, seemed to switch something off inside me. Or else just the opposite—they switched something on.”