Continuing the topic of existentialism. Now the story told by Kirill.

Once there lived a wealthy man that had achieved everything he ever wished in his life. Without wishes his life became senseless and he was asking his friends and his family for the things he can wish about, but with no satisfactory answer.

He traveled around asking the same question to the people he met. Once he got to know about a wise man that lived on the high mountain in the far East.

The wealthy man sold all his property and gathered an expedition to the high mountain. He took with him his best friends and his most reliable servants. It took them many years to reach the far East. Many people died from illnesses and dangers, cold rains and the hot sun.

At the end, being himself already an old man, the wealthy man reached the toe of the high mountain. He spent many days and many hours to climb up the high mountain until he reached the top to find a great cave and the old man in it.

"Oh, wise man!", started the wealthy man, "I came from very far away to ask you just one question - what is the meaning of my life?"

The wise man looked at him for a while and said, "The life - is a big river!"

"What?", the wealthy man cried in madness, "I sold everything I had to gather this expedition, all my best friends and my best servants died on the way, I became and old man myself just to get here and now you are telling me that the life is a big river?!"

The wise man got white in face and asked timorously, "What? Isn't it so?"