Once upon a time, there was a Life. One day, someone asked her, “How are you living?” So then, after thinking it over, furrowing her brow and alternating between smirking with her right and left cheek, carefully and thoroughly pondering the question, she finally lifted her smoky eyes, framed by short black lashes, to look at the one who had asked the question before answering.
Life even opened her mouth, from which the first brilliant thoughts of the answer were about to fly out, but then she saw that, absorbed in formulating her answer, in her deep mental activity, she hadn’t noticed that the curious fellow had long since died, never having received an answer.
And Life fell silent. And fell into apathy. And nothing pleased her.
Thus the years passed.
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