Chapter 5 postscript

There is such a kind of fighter, called the wild weasel, which imitates the appearance of the wild weasel.It is not the most powerful weapon, because it can be refueled in the air, so it can stay in the air for a long time, forever. A woman gives a man a Wild Weasel. He thought she loved him, but she loved another man.She spent ten years on him, he was the whole of her life, but he deprived her of her dignity. It turns out that love has only two outcomes—you gain a lot of dignity, or you lose a lot of dignity. He promised to love her for seventy summers, and the summer passed sadly. Love turns out to be like drinking poisonous wine with a smile, breaking your heart, and never regretting it.

The wild weasel who lost her dignity left, and he left, and only then did she realize that it was he who gave her dignity. He said that all matter in the world will not disappear, but will only be transformed into another matter.A man dies and may be transformed into the dust on his woman's skin. She knew that he would come back again, however, the one who said goodbye first would always prevail.