graf Leo Tolstoy, The Light Shines in Darkness
“ Shouts from the tennis ground.LYÚBA. Out!VÁNYA. No, we saw it.LISA. I know. It fell just here!LYÚBA. Out! Out! Out!VÁNYA. It's not true.LYÚBA. For one thing, it's rude to say “It's not true.”VÁNYA. And it's rude to say what is not true!NICHOLAS IVÁNOVICH. Just wait a bit, and don't argue, but listen. Isn't it true that at any moment we may die, and either cease to exist, or go to God who expects us to live according to His will?ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Well?NICHOLAS IVÁNOVICH. Well, what can I do in this life other than what the supreme judge in my soul, my conscience—God—requires of me? ”
