Anarchistbanjo's World

The ice could break at any moment and he could plunge into the abyss with Hanka, but what did he care?
His soul glowed with happiness.
And his soul laughed with happiness that he had finally found this Thule, millions of years away, where, after all the misery of his life, he wanted to drink the cup of happiness and love that the Knights of the Grail had once emptied.
He could not distinguish reality from dream, but suddenly he felt such power and such a sense of self and such faith in himself that it seemed to him as if he too could cross the Red Sea with dry feet like Moses once did, that he could plant mountains and fertilize deserts.
Hanka snuggled ever closer to him with boundless love, the snow sparkled, the lid of the snow coffin began to burst, the ice sheet gave way, but Czerkaski whispered softly:
“This is life – life.”

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