Кажется, настал момент, когда нелюбопыство к миру начало...

It seems that the moment has come when the dislike of the world began to turn against me. I have little knowledge of anything and logic does not replace erudition.
Where the lack of curiosity came from - I don’t know. You can only blame yourself, but it's so unpleasant, you know.
 
I did not ask a bunch of questions and did not bother at every step precisely because I really did not want to seem like a fool. That is, he confidently walked along the road to idiocy in the most true way. Arrived.
 
Here Marina, for example, asks me about different things: why, why, why. And I answer “I don’t know” or I bring some vague speculations and logical calculations that, frankly, are weak.
 
Questions are rolling outside and inside.
 
What time of day does the ebb and flow occur?
Is it possible to survive if you dive into the impending tsunami?
How to dig railway tunnels in the rocks?
Why is sea water salty and fresh water fresh?
Is the Vltava water yellow because it is dirty?
Who is Alphonse Mucha?
What is a digestif?
How were medieval cathedrals built?
How is the steamer held at the berth during the pitching?
 
I took a children's encyclopedia, there is a greater concentration of answers. I read - maybe let it go.