D was unhappy with life. He was found guilty but not found them. D suggested suicide. Long ago this thought in their head matured and reached the final limit.
"The soul full of sorrow. There were lots of sun. Where is my childhood? Where my joy? I became a gray and boring person. Dejaron.Llegò my strength when, tomorrow I take my life. I see no way out, it does not exist. Farewell to & nbsp; all and forgive. If you want to know things in my suicide agreed my worthless life. "
D reread your letter and began to mourn. The pity of him through his heart suddenly and filled all the space alredodor. Long ago I had not felt so much commotion.
Suddenly malicious allegria REPLACE & Overhaulyou, piety. "I will die, wail!" - D thought - "weep, but it will be late." D imagined in dyes burial, jente weeping over the grave, the coffin is slowly lowered. He began composing and guest lists, but his head came even an idea. D took the note and write a few words from someone known.
