Finding Pushkin

Another year has passed... The worldly people say. Good things and bad things happened, but overall it was a good year. Next year, there will be new resolutions; next year will be another overall good year, because they will manage to stay alive and have their birthdays celebrated. Good, good. At seventy, with seventy good years behind them, they can finally pass on in good peace. Good friends who are still alive will come for the wake. Little children, upon seeing their mothers weep, will do the same without knowing why. There will be a light rain in the sky, but after the cremation, the sun will come out again. And the world goes on, the years go on for the other worldly people, the good and the bad things go on, but overall everything will be good.

I will die a bitter man, that I am sure.