Conversation With Death

Video: Conversation With Death

Video: Conversation With Death
Video: Khemmis - A Conversation with Death (from Man of Medan & Little Hope) 2024, May
Conversation With Death
Conversation With Death
Anonim

Sometimes someone proudly throws their glances: THIS IS ME!

Decorate your outfits with gold: IT'S ME!

But only his affairs will go well, Suddenly death emerges from an ambush: IT'S ME!

Omar Khayyam.

Conversation with death.

Olesya stood in the shower and simply rubbed her skin with a scrub. The murmur of water soothed and washed away the tired layer of the day. Suddenly, from behind someone patted on the shoulder. She turned around abruptly and not seeing anyone, she realized that everyone had arrived, hallucinations.

- "That's it, this is fatigue ?! We need to rest!" she said aloud, standing in a hot shower.

- Stop it!).. someone from behind giggled.

The story goes further in the first person.

My neck turned, and with it my head with fright.

I saw her, a beautiful girl in a black cloak and with a braid. Resisting my suddenly dry throat for a long time, I still mechanically let it slip.

- "The one that I hear the same words, instead of" good evening "for example. Is it really impossible to meet me respectfully and with reverence ?!" - the lady with the scythe was indignant.

In a few seconds, my whole life flashed through my head. And here I realized that they had come to me.

- "Are you death ?!" - for some reason quietly and somehow calmly I asked.

-Yes!

-You to me?!

“Is there someone else besides you and me?” She grinned.

- "Can I get dressed?" - I asked for some reason.

Through laughter, she said several times:

- "Why? As you came, you will leave. Are you ashamed? What I have not seen here," the lady in the raincoat continued to laugh.

- "Can I at least put on a dress?" - boldly pronounced my lips. I want to be beautiful on my last journey!"

-HM.. "Well, run, dress!"

I suddenly began to quickly think how to quickly get out of here. Thoughts ran, ran in a stream and I felt along with them.

- "I hear everything and know everything!", The owner of the sharp braid burst into laughter again.

Listen, put on your dress and let's go have a cup of tea. Let's sit and talk"

I, dressed in a flowered dress, began to make tea. Everything was like a slow motion movie.

Okay, Olesya, relax, I didn't come for you. It's not time yet … I want to talk. Lonely for me. And you seem to be a smart, kind girl. So I came to you, so to speak, for a tea party. You have excellent tea, I know."

I began to slowly come to my senses, if I can call it that.

- "NOT FOR ME ?! OH! BOOOOOO!"

- "Quiet, quiet.." Death said barely hearing. If He finds out, then I will be left without active activity."

I poured raspberry tea for us and we continued.

A little bolder, I asked what she wanted from me?

- "I just want to sit like that at home, discuss the latest news and something else."

We sat like old friends, drinking tea and chatting.

I emboldened myself, said:

"You know, I'm offended at you..".

-"Why?!"

“You took my entire older generation from me. All my grandparents, mom and dad. Now I’m the oldest. And I’m not so many years old. I’m so lonely … and scared.”

- "Lonely ?! Scary ?!" repeated Death.

“Let's be honest!” She snapped sharply.

Your grandmother was already unbearable to live and for 3 years she asked me to see her.

Your grandfather kept everything inside, all the grievances, pain, and of course, he got sick. I didn't let him suffer.

And someone just had a time. And someone does not appreciate life and his every move is approaching our meeting..

“And what do you even know about loneliness ?!” she exclaimed !!!

You have children, present and future, you have friends next to you, you like it and you enjoy your work, you are passionate about different hobbies.

You have smiles and joy.

You have moreeeee !!!! - said Death longingly.

I'm alone! And I want respect for Me. And you people will not understand in any way. There is no Life without me. Its meaning would be lost. And you do not respect, you are afraid, do not appreciate me."

“… Okay, I’m talking about something”, getting up from the table, noted Death. I have a job today.

Thank you for the hospitality, for the tea, for nothing insignificant, but such interesting conversations.

For the fact that you are so good and your dress is in a flower, she tried to make a joke.

And lastly, I'll leave you a present. Dear present.

Finish your tea and listen.

If you get confused in life and suddenly you lose the meaning. And you people, you can get lost in three pines. Well..

If you get lost, ask Me, if your life ends in 10 years, then

!!!!!! What important things, goals, decisions and actions will you do over the years? What would you do first? To whom will you finish talking, what will you give, and what is superfluous will you let go?

!!!!! If I come to you in 1 year. Ask yourself and ask the same questions. What will you spend your strength on?

!!!!! And if after 1 month? How do you use the remaining time?

!!!!! And if I pat on the shoulder in 7 days? Will you leave free and easy, fulfilling your cherished desires?

!!!!!24 hours?

!!!!!7 o'clock! You can be brave, the main thing is to leave happily. So, what is your main desire?

"Then you will learn a lot about yourself, and you will have a lot in your life."

And if melancholy or depression rolls over. Turn to me and ask:

"Death! Are you here?"

-I will definitely answer that I am going with you. And you don't know exactly when I will appear in your soul or in your life. And this will give you the confidence to move forward, enjoy your life, satisfy your desires, and then for sure, when I come, you will no longer be afraid of me and we will leave satisfied together with you …..

Now, listen, drink some brandy, otherwise you are kind of pale. And go to bed.

And remember!

!!!!! YOU CAN'T CHOOSE WHEN I WILL COME, BUT YOU CAN EXACTLY CHOOSE HOW YOU LIVE !!!

The apartment is empty …

For a long time I digested everything that happened.

And then I woke up … and the Deathly Hallows lay on the bedside table.

10 years, 1 year, 1 month, 1 day … 7 hours..

And with vital energy I began to ponder my further plans for My GIFT, for My Life!

(c) Oksana Holod.

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