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The closing monologue of Stalker’s wife –
My mother used to say:
“He’s a stalker,
he’s doomed,
he’s an eternal prisoner!
Don’t you know what kind of
children the stalkers have?”
And I… I didn’t even argue with her.
I knew it all myself,
that he was doomed,
that he was an eternal prisoner,
and about the children.
Only what could I do?
I was sure
I would be happy with him.
Of course, I knew I’d have a lot of
sorrow, too.
But it’s better to have
a bitter happiness than…
a gray, dull life.
Perhaps,
I thought it all up later.
But then he approached me and said:
“Come with me.”
And I did,
and never regretted it.
Never.
We had a lot of sorrow,
a lot of fear, and a lot of shame.
But I never regretted it,
and I never envied anyone.
It’s just our fate, our life,
that’s how we are.
And if we haven’t had our misfortunes,
we wouldn’t have been better off.
It would have been worse.
Because in that case, there wouldn’t
have been any happiness.
And there wouldn’t have been
any hope.
And most important,
let them believe in themselves
let them be helpless like children,
because weakness is a great thing,
and strength is nothing.
When a man is just born,
he is weak and flexible,
when he dies,
he is hard and insensitive.
When a tree is growing,
it’s tender and pliant,
but when it’s dry and hard,
it dies.
Hardness and strength
are death’s companions.
Pliancy and weakness are
expressions of the freshness of being.
Because what has hardened
will never win.