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 it seems there is 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... What their soul has experienced. Everything was in their lives: moments of turbulence and hours of joy, and unexpected joy, and deep sadness, and the anguish of separation and enthusiastic meetings. Everything was. But the main thing, as if, never happened.
And so they leave with hope. And I do not agree in any way that their hope will not come true. They will get all their rewards and privileges in that life, or we will get them for them, because they worked, they believed, they hoped, and everything will come true for us according to their faith, according to their hope.
Therefore, you also hope. Then everything will come true. Either you or your children. It will come true! It's never too late to hope. Live in hope. And then something better will happen. Because your hope will disperse these clouds and shake the sky, and make the sun shine brighter, and there will be enough joy for everyone. For all the residents of this city.