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child, you cannot think of such serious matters.
I have been a child too, but this terrible, this
wonderful book has made me look more deeply
into the enigma of life, it has made me see how
false and frivolous the things are for which we
live. The most glorious happiness, the warmest
love—all ends in death. And what awaits us on
the other side—if anything awaits us at all—we
don’t know, we shall never know here!
Dreadful! awful!’
She burst into tears again, and buried her head
in a cushion.
All this would probably have made a
grown-up person smile, but Tania was half dead with
terror, awed by the deep thoughts that filled
Aniuta’s mind. All the beauty of the evening
was gone for her, and she felt ashamed to have
been so gay.
‘But we know there is a God, and we shall go
to him after death,’ she tried to object.
Aniuta looked into her face with a gentle,
forbearing smile, just like an old, experienced person.
‘Oh, yes, you have your pure and innocent
faith! We won’t talk any more about it,’ she
said, in a melancholy tone, but, at the same time,
with such an expression of conscious superiority,
that Tania felt ashamed of herself.
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