Oh my love, my death. Selected short stories

Every time when I visited my native places, I saw how young guys just yesterday strong and fresh turned into bearded old men. I did not feel fear of death. Yes, you think about it for a short time, and then again plunge into everyday affairs. Even now, when I am over sixty and have buried many of my peers: yesterday’s classmates, fellow students… It still seems to me that death is somewhere far away. But I know it is always near. Since my birth, it has been accompanying me everywhere…