Pink duck

This phrase, despite its simplicity, draws attention to the folds of this novel, and even sums it up: Yes, there is no exception among people when the face of fate darkens, and knowledge, morals, money, beauty, health, and even reason, all become almost helpless in the blowing of a strong wind, and the person falters. He almost falls, enveloped in despair and despair, and he thinks that joy is hidden from him, but the nature of life is change, nothing in it is constant, and true happiness is that which dawns when we see the light at the end of the tunnel, and when fate gives us another smile, so that after the ordeal has passed, we realize the extent of It forces us to be steadfast, and that life is colourful, changing, its beauty is in its contradictions, and we realize after the ordeal has passed that life is not rosy, nor is it black as pitch, it is a mixture of this and that, and mixing colors may give more and more wonderful colours, and the bad blows of fate will inevitably give us greater strength. If we learn from it, it may give us greater capacity for future confrontations with fate, and this is what this novel mixed with its colors.