Sergey Golovin never thought of death, as though it were something not to be considered, something that did not concern him in the least.

He was a strong, healthy, cheerful youth, endowed with that calm, clear joy of living which causes every evil thought and feeling that might injure life to disappear from the organism without leaving any trace.

Just as all cuts, wounds and stings on his body healed rapidly, so all that weighed upon his soul and wounded it immediately rose to the surface and disappeared.

And he brought into every work, even into his enjoyments, the same calm and optimistic seriousness,--it mattered not whether he was occupied with photography, with bicycling or with preparations for a terroristic act.

Everything in life was joyous, everything in life was important, everything should be done well.
And he did everything well: he was an excellent sailor, an expert shot with the revolver.