Mystical epitaph. Stefan Zweig.

As it’s known that world is ruled by a chance. It throws a brick at one’s head and saves another unexpectedly. Probably you would never know who Stefan Zweig was if his life was not saved by chance, quite a mystical one.

In Stefan Zweig’s life, when he was just a youth and wrote poems instead of novels, once happened rather a miserable invent. The future writer had tender and romantic soul, that was why the world immediately colored in gloomy shades and became disgusting, so much that Stefan decided to commit suicide. Thinking about a good way of suicide, he denied hanging, drowning and broaching veins, because that was too unaesthetic. Shooting himself seemed to be absolutely different way for Zweig. Bloody but small spot on chest, pale face, immediate death.. So, young Stefan Zweig obtained a revolver. However, he was not only terribly miserable and romantic, but also extremely shy. The only thought of causing discomfort by his death filled him with deep disgust. That was the reason he chose a cemetery to be to place to commit suicide. He found a quiet place where he could disturb only the deceased.

In addition to that the potential self-murderer chose the right time. It was midnight and the moon was full. As he appeared at the city cemetery, he started to walk around, looking for a good bench, where he was going to make himself comfortable and hand to his account. Luckily for Stefan Zweig’s future readers there were no benches on his way. He walked around quite long, searching for what he needed. He even decided to shoot himself in the standing position, just under the branchy tree. But suddenly, on the next turning he saw a figure, beaming in the moon light. That was a figure of an angel with extended wings. Because of suddenness the young man frightened so much that his heart almost stopped even without shooting. He caught his breath, realizing that there were no angel and the figure was just a part of a monument. Such gravestones were often used in Europe for decorating young girls’ and children’s graves.

Calming down, Stefan sat on a grave fence and absent-mindedly read the epitaph, carved at the foot of the sculpture. That was a women’s name, dates and a phrase in Latin. Stefan knew Latin, so he could read the phrase. But as he read it he jumped up with fear and even rubbed his eyes open. But the epitaph didn’t change. The letters which were deeply carved in marble were clearly seen in the moon light. The phrase said:

- Your long way will definitely end here, but don’t hurry! Go and be happy while you’re alive..

Having read that, the young man forgot about his misery immediately, and went away the grave, and when he turned back, he rushed away from the cemetery, throwing his revolver to the bushes.

The second attempt of suicide was made by Zweig when he was sixty years old. Unfortunately the attempt was successful, but that time aesthetics didn’t bother the writer and he used poison