Люди нашего царя

"... the beauty of leaves and stones, and human faces, and clouds is molded by the same master, and a slight breath of the breeze changes both the arrangement of the leaves relative to each other and their shades. Ripples on the water acquire a new pattern, old people die, and juveniles hatch, and in the meantime the clouds were transformed into water, were drunk by people and animals and entered the soil along with their dissolved bodies.

The little people of our king are watching this picture with their heads up. They admire, fight, kill each other and kiss. Completely oblivious to the author, who is almost absent.

L.Ulitskaya