My fault is that I was born, although when it happened and who my parents are - I never knew, I never tried to find out and I will never know. But I am sure that I am not in danger of death, because for me it is like a dream that only heals, gives new strength and fear of which is the same as being afraid of your own hand or your own eye. Death for me is just a dream, but it can last a long time , longer than a human life, than the lives of dozens of generations of people - and, awakening from it, I find a completely different, unfamiliar and unpredictable era even for me. I am not in danger of death, and I can change a lot in human life, but over time I I became convinced that my direct intervention in the unbridled course of history is not decisive, and the zigzags of fate, intricately intertwined, ultimately still lead to the unknown and unforeseen. But, even when I believed that my influence on the course of life was great enough, I I didn’t strive to be a mountain in the path of a merciless water stream, or a beaver dam in the path of a calm river, realizing that I was a living person with my own mistakes and passions, the price of which was incommensurate with the price of the mistakes and mistakes of ordinary people. The longer I lived, the more often I tried to lead himself, like a mere mortal, hoping for something, cursing something and relying more on the powers of providence than on the result of his efforts. And yet, latently, regardless of my inner conviction, I felt different, unlike the others - and I tried even more sincerely not to actively interfere with the whirlpool of history, in any case, not to influence it more than those living next to me, or than those , with whom I came across seemingly by chance and unforeseen. But I am a living person who found myself in the crucible of fateful achievements, and it is not my fault that some of them bear the stamp of my deeds. Well, everyone has their own path, and who drew him, unknown even to me, Sveneld.