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The Fridge / About death
« on: June 07, 2017, 04:09:35 PM »
Long ago, when I was still in kindergarten, I had my girlfriend Anya (Anna), who lived not too far from my grandmother's house. I often ran to her house, knocked on the door and asked "Anya will come out?" when her parents opened door to me. The adults were touched, looking at our childishly innocent friendship, and jokingly called us the bride and groom. But one day my relatives made some particularly gloomy faces and said that Anya will not come out any more, because "she crashed in an accident and died."
- What does it mean that she died? I asked, still not understanding anything.
"She is gone. What can you not understand?" my grandmother answered irritably.
Not having understood her explanations, but having felt something wrong, I immediately ran to the Anya's house and began to knock on the heavy iron door.
-Anya will come out? - I asked a question to her father when he opened it to me.
This man did not answer me, but just shut the door right in front of my face. So I first encountered death, losing my best friend. May her soul rest in peace.
A few years later, it suddenly occurred to me that people are mortal and all of them, including me, will sooner or later cease to exist. From the realization of this fact, I just stood in the middle of the room and began to cry in my voice.
-I do not want to die! - I cried, without even trying to wipe my tears.
"You will not die" my mother tried to lie to me, but I knew that she was not telling the truth.
At the age of ten she was the first to tell me about the death of a boy who lived in our house a floor above.
-Get in a whirlpool with his father and drowned. Both were fine swimmers.
Well, okay. So he will no longer be in my life. I felt neither sorrow nor regret, and five minutes later I forgot about the existence of that boy, although we used to often cross in the courtyard with him. From that moment on, I began to treat death more calmly.
Later on, other relatives died, and my reaction to their death was exactly the same, except for the death of my aunt (my father's sister), who, although she made many mistakes, did not deserve to die at such a young age. So I grew up rather insensitive in everything that concerns the death of others. This helped me cope with the losses of my dogs, which I loved very much. Death is an inevitable stage in the life of every being, therefore it should be taken with humility and stoicism.
- What does it mean that she died? I asked, still not understanding anything.
"She is gone. What can you not understand?" my grandmother answered irritably.
Not having understood her explanations, but having felt something wrong, I immediately ran to the Anya's house and began to knock on the heavy iron door.
-Anya will come out? - I asked a question to her father when he opened it to me.
This man did not answer me, but just shut the door right in front of my face. So I first encountered death, losing my best friend. May her soul rest in peace.
A few years later, it suddenly occurred to me that people are mortal and all of them, including me, will sooner or later cease to exist. From the realization of this fact, I just stood in the middle of the room and began to cry in my voice.
-I do not want to die! - I cried, without even trying to wipe my tears.
"You will not die" my mother tried to lie to me, but I knew that she was not telling the truth.
At the age of ten she was the first to tell me about the death of a boy who lived in our house a floor above.
-Get in a whirlpool with his father and drowned. Both were fine swimmers.
Well, okay. So he will no longer be in my life. I felt neither sorrow nor regret, and five minutes later I forgot about the existence of that boy, although we used to often cross in the courtyard with him. From that moment on, I began to treat death more calmly.
Later on, other relatives died, and my reaction to their death was exactly the same, except for the death of my aunt (my father's sister), who, although she made many mistakes, did not deserve to die at such a young age. So I grew up rather insensitive in everything that concerns the death of others. This helped me cope with the losses of my dogs, which I loved very much. Death is an inevitable stage in the life of every being, therefore it should be taken with humility and stoicism.
For certain in the game there will be new Alola-pokemons. I'm sure about it.
Or a Promise Land. Or a place that gives salvation.
In my hobby, I bought videotapes with the same parts of the cartoon in the hope that there would be just another dubbing. Videotapes in the early-90's were a rare and expensive treat, so you can imagine a child who, instead of buying a new cartoon, took what he had already seen. It was a serious sacrifice in favor of my passion. The covers on my tapes were exactly the same as in the photo below, only the inscriptions were in Russian.
Then I took these videotapes, turned them on, and brought the audiotape recodrer to the TV when the characters were beginning to sing. So I created a collection of different songs on the audiotapes. I listened to these songs quietly, so that my neighbors would not hear them and did not think that I was a too childish, if I was addicted to such children's songs. 
The Yunnats were doing what they cared about living nature. But I managed to stay in their ranks for a very short time.