"Sorry, I went out to have a cigarette." Karl interrupted Golid's spiel, got up and walked to the balcony.
He leaned on the railing, quietly smoking expensive cigarettes of this era.
He thought of his own death, his body being blown to pieces in the sky full of shells. That second was like a kind of slow motion. In just a short moment, he saw the old woman's cloudy eyes filled with unspeakable sorrow before she died, saw the woman in ragged clothes tightly hugging the crying child and lowered her head, saw the shattered body, saw the severed hand of the comrade who was still talking a second ago, with a ring on his hand, he saw wild flowers being crushed under the ruins and then the roots were broken... Then he suddenly felt that everything he did was a bit ridiculous. What is the meaning of this bloody fight? They are just conquering and crushing, and deceiving themselves that it is for justice. He and his contemporaries were rushing to a meaningless death at the end of the war. His thoughts stopped here, and then the world went dark.
Purpose: Although human beings have suffered, they are still immortal