"...Oh, Lord, if you exist, and whoever you are! Have mercy and save me! Man is not born to fly. The very idea that our fragile body, a bag of blood and bones, is absurd, but painful unbearable suffering for the soul, rises up to the roar of engines, is disgusting to the universe. Any mangy bird, stupidly opening its beak, being accidentally sucked into a turbine, can cause a catastrophe - this thought makes my consciousness protest, and I gasp, pressing my hands into the frayed armrests of the chairs. .. Speaking of the turbine, there it is, next to it, behind the porthole. Tell me, for the sake of all the saints, why this round thing trembles so disgustingly, as if it is about to tear off the wing. And why this wing lives its strange life, why it oscillates. , drives back and forth over a patch of dim lights..."