I had a friend named Mikhail Belakov. He called me, asking me this question: What is there worth living for? He continued to say that he honestly didn’t see any purpose. He left a suicide note for his parents and older brother, and hung himself. I was informed of this by Mrs. Belakova, who told me the next day. He was only 15 years old.
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Zdrastvooyte (my Russian is scratchy).
You have my condolences for your friend and although he could not see worth in his life (due to an unwillingness to wait out a little longer, perhaps?) I’d encourage you NOT to follow in his footsteps…if you were even contemplating that to begin with.
Otherwise, of course I am deeply saddened by this post – made worse by the fact you both are still young but…I don’t think you want me to harp on about that nonsense. I hope that you and the Belakovs will persevere through this ordeal, and live on in his memory.
Spaseeba, ooveedeemsya.
(I apologise if I have gotten these words wrong or have offended you in any way but I often try to greet people on this site in their native tongue if I have some knowledge on the language).
i am sorry to hear that. My condolences. And what drove him to think that and suicide? If you dont want to share that, its ok…
His brother, Alexei, truly hated him, along with his cousins and he needed a way out.
they sound horrible