The old people of this city

The old people of this city... They prefer to hope. They prefer to die in hope. All their lives they lived in hope. And in hope they die.

But because it is impossible to live in any other way, and even more so to die. Although there seems to be nothing to hope for. But, anyway, they hope. Out of habit. Or because the soul needs hope.

The mind understands everything. The mind has long been a pessimist. But the soul still hopes. The soul believes. The soul has not cooled down.

What the old people of this city have experienced. Everything was in their lives: unexpected joy, deep sadness, the anguish of separation and enthusiastic meetings. Everything was. But seems the main thing  never happened.

And so they leave with hope. They will receive all their rewards and privileges in that life, or we will receive them here, because they worked, they believed. And everything will come true for us according to their faith, according to their hope.