At the end of everything, the Lord will look at my life and ask: "why did you run all your life like a rabbit?" What do I answer? I will answer - "yes, I am a rabbit," and then he will say: - "Why didn't you try to become a person?" That's what I fear the most. Edgar chose the direction on the spires of the cathedral. From one street they were driven away by a guard, much more vigilant than those who were at the entrance to the city. The road on it ran between houses, which, if we continue to compare with the giant jaw, were not an example higher and healthier than the rest. "It must be the front teeth," Eva decided for herself.