“It’s time to go back. Birthdays have ceased to be holidays, they are more like milestones that mark the path to the churchyard. It seems that the incredible cynic who called life a long leap from the mother’s womb to the grave was right. And it is useless to pull the pull ring; it is predetermined that one day the parachute will not open. In vain he pulled back his shoulders. True, the majority of people living on Earth, guessing about its uselessness, still do not dare to get rid of this parachute called faith. The saiga, being chased by poachers across the Kalmyk steppe, reasonably believes that only strong, fast legs can save it, and that’s why it runs forward. The caught fish will thrash against the sandy sand of the shallows until it reaches the water. And a person clings to faith - what if? Suddenly everything is not serious and death is just a barrier that separates the invisible tomorrow from the annoying yesterday and the tired today..."