History is not funny, but this … optimistic, I suppose. I always tell her when the conversation goes on voluntary retirement from life.

I then worked for a web-publishing, and I had a very warm and trusting relationships with female students working part time there is translation from Norwegian, Swedish and other languages. She knew these pieces five languages, besides English. In addition to the linguistic talents, she wrote poems, beautifully painted and in addition was very pretty.

But, of course, fate, giving one man so many virtues, can not deprive him of anything in return. The girl suffered from a rare and obscure illness. Diagnosis, I do not know, but doctors believe it and so do not bet, but my guess – something like a brain tumor. Manifest it in a very long and agonizing headaches, does not remove any medication.

 Because of illness she had to take academic at the Institute and to engage with undermining. We kept in touch. Of course, in our relationship was a sexual, at least on my part. However, no framework, we did not go, rather I, being a man is much more adult and experienced, played the role of elder brother. 

Disease has progressed. There was hope for some famous professor at the operation. She went to the clinic of Professor to the survey.
A couple of weeks calling me at work and so cheerful, cheerful voice:
– It is now all-all you can. I am now discharged from the hospital. The professor said that operate too late.

I fell off from work, caught a taxi, caught her near the entrance. We sat on the bench. Then I learned that she had on this case was procured several hundred sleeping pills and she went home with the intention of their drink. Yes, actually, it was so clear. She says:
– I left three or four months at most. I have pain every day for several hours each day soon, the veins in his arms no longer exists.
Why?
She paused, and I, with all its joys and other experiences, I sit and I do not know what to say in response. It seems everything is correct and logical.
Indeed, why?

And we sat under a tree, and at this point in my shirt falls off track.
I instinctively jerked, she smiled. I noticed it and pulled again, has deliberately by-clown. She laughed through her tears.

I say:
– You see, you saw a caterpillar, and she laughed. Hence, even this
nothing can you happy. And how many more will be such a trifle over four months! Do not rush to the light, pick up first of all tracks.

Well. Since then has passed some five years or more. She is alive, we sometimes call back. Medications from her illness was never found, but the attacks themselves have become much rarer. She finished institute, earn good money transfers. A lot of friends recently, even the young man appeared. I do in life is not a great saint, but I think that for the caterpillar to me much forgiven on Judgement Day.