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side, and the ladies will become more sympathetic intelligent men, many of the gyms will run to the library. They will start reading books on philosophy and quantum physics. Start wearing glasses and socks with diamonds. How I like these young fellows within twenty-five years that was brought up in test tubes. Sometimes it seems that they are blown away by the wind when they run to the bus stop to get to work, where they carefully and silently listen to the chief, where they have to do what they say, not what they want. What a decent and punctual generation grew up in the 2000s. The bright, clean people. Not a bitch, not a hitch. Industries. I suppose they were conceived watching the news on TV. It is impossible to treat such people badly, because there is always a fear of original sin. These people will turn the world into a mirror. And it will reflect a white, radiant light. These people will subdue the laws of nature and learn how to create new worlds. This, in common/, not the people – the elves and the room of origin. In their own way, the powerful. Infinitely productive. Although, with mind if ordinary hipari. I would never have thought that I would ever have to look up to plants of this kind. Well, I can’t live in isolation from the hustle and bustle of people. There (in isolation) too many too strange inhabitants. There quickly lose the support of the earth. There is a continuous Jesuses and Conany Destroyers. It’s cold, after all. Chekhov, by the way, was a hipar of the nineteenth century. Called “the bogs” Cabinet Muse. However, at that time, no one would have thought to shoot homemade porn, not to work anywhere, but to live beautifully. And I do not condemn – in any case! Let remove and let serve as an example to criminals and villains as it is possible to earn money honest and pleasant work. Not everyone can write a book. Not everyone even knows how to play the piano. And genius books, so, in General, on the fingers can be counted. But in the big picture… I’ve always despised people who do, to put it mildly, ignominious work, but in the big picture, people who shoot and upload home porn, while earning on this, will destroy all evil on the planet. Terrorists, criminals, gangsters, muggers, thieves and six, gamblers, hustlers, informers, and all that will change on private porn. This result will not achieve any organization to combat crime. The only kind of criminals who will never disappear – it’s maniacs, because here psychology. Just think – porn will win the crime. It wasn’t even in the Bible. I write the word “Bible” with a capital letter “Bi”, because I mean the name of the book, not its semantic meaning, if you know. Something pulls me again on all sorts of witty predictions and bold conclusions. It would be necessary to add artistic images. Aesthetically beautiful and philosophically capacious. And the first thing that comes to mind, be sure to be associated with a woman. Well, there can not be such a thing as art, without the beauty of the female body, without the warmth of a cozy bosom, and the cunning of black-eyed “Gypsies”. Romale! You have noticed that all feature films, or rather their stories, novels, paintings, one way or another – about love. Again, not a question, but a statement, because of the complete absence of doubt. Art can do without politics, without business, without logic. But it can not do without love and women. Her eyes, in the glass depths, prophesied a one-way ticket. A ticket North to the cradle of love. The moment is delayed for years. I don’t care about the rock. And the face of fate does not frighten me too much. But that look that hits me with the whip. He’s too sharp not to be the reason. Caressing my Breasts in the muted darkness, I sink into the whiteness of the pillow. I’m too weak to famously rejecting, neglected the company of friends. I dreamt of adventure, and terrible battles, I experienced the fear of the dragon, but from the simple, banal, ancient, earth, love, not able to escape, many would not have tried. The stars beckoned. The excitement was poisoning my soul. But no matter how much I wandered, I still came back – to her. I despise gays and lesbians. By the way, do you know where the word “gay” came from and what it means? I’ll open the veil for you: in Greek mythology, there is a goddess of the earth – Gay. Logically, the concept of “gay” means the same as “finished”, that is – down to earth. And as you such turn of events: when the man will feel love to the woman to the bottom if it is possible to be expressed so, it begins to attract to young men. The only difference between a faggot and a married heterosexual is that you can think about anything, but not everything. At the same time, the funny thing is that homosexuals, or homosexuals, if you want, become, basically, brutal men, anxiously watching the state of their flawless body. So when I say I look like an ancient Greek hero, they laugh at me and point. You look at the statues of Greek men, they look the same: simple and slender, sometimes elegant, and only some brutal (most likely athletes). Just facial features other. There is one small problem here – some old women sit very tightly on medicines, which gives the impression that they are not treated, but stupidly stick out. Into consideration. But as they like to scratch language! The pills are gonna come in and they’re gonna be unstoppable. Sly. So able to confuse the conversation that entire evening on the bench to sit. That’s who quickly becomes the top/leader, or pot/leader, of any scale of corporate thinking. I told Him that while he was walking his two-year-old son in the yard: don’t do this fucking thing! You’re on/nature of light. Even trick really do not know how. And the top/to become a leader, there is need teeth to talk and at the same time in someone else’s pocket arm to stick. How could He have so much nerve?! And he told me, he says, the reverse carries that to work as a driver, he isn’t in a rush, and little pay, and no fun. His father is in prison for serious financial fraud. This one too. In General, by joint efforts, Yes collective mind, we have derived a theory that deserves to be called: “Zyber/money”. This science is a simple system of ideas, one of which is that you have to think a lot and efficiently. Again the course vyvalilsya on politics, but we, while we go around this topic. But the most important thing that should be taken into account: it is possible to get rich only by intellectual work. It’s safe. Although, there are exceptions. It is environmentally friendly. Although, there are exceptions. And this, in the end, is noble. Although there are exceptions. He didn’t even understand me. I decided that I’m driving him nonsense and prevent to nail fabulous millions of “incomprehensible”. The crow God sent a piece of cheese, and the cunning Fox can not pass by. All absolutely people have a certain intellectual height. For some, this height is zero. One/it is generally negative. But absolutely all of it is. And the meaning of this height is to expand the horizons, or, if you want, the boundaries. That’s how people get rich. As perfectly formulated Rostov psychoanalyst, or he’s just a coach that career growth is of two types: “escape from poverty” and “exit to wealth.” That means that it is impossible to escape from poverty, because it is always the same, always whirl, always only on the spot; but to reach wealth – Yes. As – already explained. Oh Yes, you also need to separately constructed theory of the ascent of professional Atalanta. You’re all individual. That’s why a normal teacher talks about principles. Everyone was able to understand the principle and make it fit for your personality and to use it, similar to how adjust ski bindings to fit your boots, and a short small screw driver adjust the stiffness of the fastener. Here, actually, and all philosophy. And all the stars are spinning overhead. And the low sky promises us good luck. Surprisingly, “fate” in Latin – fortuna. The Ghost of a long-forgotten tongue. However, it is more correct to say – dissolved in many languages of the world. By the way, it is easy to guess that Chinese, Japanese, Sanskrit and other hieroglyphic languages are a model of long-forgotten ancient languages used long before the emergence of adequate writing. Runic writing, for example, has long been forgotten. This also shows that Asian people are very disciplined, because they honor the ancient traditions of their ancestors. Although much has been lost. Japanese culture is probably the most original in the world. But they often have earthquakes. Apparently, no time to build a complex associative patterns, in contrast to the systematic and up to lower back pain disciplined Chinese. But, regularity is inherent in all. What can not be said about the American people, if you do not take into account the time when there lived solid Indians, and immediately take the fact that America (more precisely – America, North and South) entirely conquered by Europeans. They brought an incredible number of Africans there. And in General, Americans are meticulous people. Everywhere climb with their ideas about fantastic democracy. If you think about how many people were killed because of this incomprehensible democracy. Europe always had a rare conservatism, liberalism, and even what/strange utopian views. And although they say that Europe is about to perish… perhaps it is, but it will become a model and a benchmark for the whole world, just as Pax Romana still serves as the political basis of all European countries. By the way, America and Canada can be called a European country. If you know what I mean. Africa, India and Australia – where else did Spanish and English sailors go? The idea of a genius than/somewhat reminiscent of the movement of the wind: with the pressure blows one way, then spinning vortices, then blissfully wander the nooks and crannies. There is a feeling that the element controls the person. I never understood the meaning of the word “Tao”, so often used by Chinese philosophers. Perhaps Tao is the elemental force that man subordinates to his mind and intellect, becoming more and more powerful and great. The power of the cosmos. The delusions of a schizophrenic at a temperature of thirty-eight and a half. But the nonsense is not simple – it contains all the knowledge of the human race under the pressure of the evolution of nature. Many in our time would consider Plato an idiot. It just takes time for the crowd to get to where the genius’s foot has already been. Often wondered why the paintings of recognized artists are so expensive. The point is that the picture of, say, Pablo Picasso is a kind of investment project. In the beginning it was bought for two thousand euros. Then, I sold it for ten. On the thirty-sixth circle of walking on the hands of its price will soar to millions or even hundreds of millions for the canvas. It’s a very strong business, if you think about it. But advertising does not give any guarantees. At the time, sold the apartment and spent all the funds in the promotion of books. At least one copy would sell. Well, sold there, or seven, or nine books. It’s from an audience of 1.5 million. Since then, he has sworn never to invest in PR. Much more I manage to achieve, creating more and more new works. It was business as/communicating with the public on one of the literary forums. Or rather – I spread my ideas and literary works in this way. And here’s one stubborn wench wrote to me in a private message that it is not necessary to nonsense, the work of a writer should go to the table, and only when the writer reaches the perfection of technique, it should appear in society. In one she was right – there is no need to be promoted. It is enough to write a strong work and it itself will destroy all obstacles. But here is work in the table inevitably leads to withering talent. So nefig to work on the self-promotion – you need to work on the perfection of talent. And there, God will give, as they say, if you know how to ask. The drone’s calling again. Again, he needs something from me. Wants to grab a piece of heat for free. Says he understood. What’s he got?! What’s he got?! His meager mind. Lays the spoon on the floor, cherishing dreams of the upcoming trip to fishing with friends. What did he know when he shaved the car ceiling? When arranged in non-departmental security, proplachivaya mom’s credit warm place, which is why/that is called work. As it turned out, The drone’s job is to sit and watch in the video monitor in between watching stupefying videos on Youtube. Society drones, bots and biological machines, with a complete lack of morals and principles, and conscience, and self-esteem, but with a whole set of complexes and neuroses, which will not take even a Saint. She loves me, but she can’t tell me. I suspect that he is simply afraid of the responsibility that follows these words. I don’t need anyone to talk about it. “Love” – answers the question – “what to do?”. When I’m starving to death, nobody wants me. No one wants to give me a hand, whether I ask kindly or viciously. When my debit account is broken, then, as a result, red-hot phone, and the door almost battered knock, often at three o’clock in the morning. That I ever let the wrong! Let them do what they want. Let them take care of their complexes and personal problems. Let them rejoice at the reduction of the credit rate by half a percent. Let them jerk off to another family porn. I’m tired of hypocrisy, of trivial chatter, of squabbling, of boredom, of holidays and “one-total” humor. Those who in any situation, regardless of the mood and the course of Affairs, give me a bag of tea, bread, canned food and bichpaketami, these people I am unworthy, as they say in the language of the Bible, fasten the strap on sandals. These people are so decent that even when they cheat, it becomes fun and good around. Before such people I am ready to bend down in a bow. Although, they often feel uncomfortable getting too open attention. Such people I for life met only a few. God, I’m literally back from the dead, even though I still have a panic fear of falling again, but where have I gone? The company of morons and morons? The company of selfish, self-righteous idiots who think I’m doing the wrong thing? What’s up?! What the fuck do you have to do in this crazy, spoiled society?! The answer to this sacred question today is to make money. If someone understood that I have a whole Treasury of untouched talents, unknown ways, unrealized ideas inside me, I would be, perhaps, a little happier and fed. It is foolish, of course, to blame the imperfection of the world. It’s my fault, too. Well, what else do I do, if not what I know how to do best. Again not a question, as you understand, but a rigid statement. Let the idiots build mines! Let them be jealous and angry! Their guesses are too far-fetched to get to me. Again the formidable staff of power flared before his eyes. I though the guy and beautiful, but I love to do leprosy. I know society to be ashamed of. I’m not a thief or a criminal. His would just get a wife that faithful companion. All the treasures of the planet, the promises of mistresses, all the scientific secrets, the caresses of languid strangers, are not able to equal the purity of the soul of the virgin that gave me wings and love revived. That’s where the word warms the soul! That’s where the laughter tears red! The devil will sell you soul, when the Sun outside the Windows. In the open field meet the morning. And let’s walk in the light. Too luscious, but cool. And what else to wish to the ignoramus? The dragon of selfishness gradually fell asleep in my unconscious. I’m not doing anything for myself now. This is where the true greatness of the artist lies. Nothing for yourself. Will you come with me to Moscow? She’s afraid I won’t go with her. Afraid that he would leave her alone/odinochenko in this cruel crazy world, forever grinning, as well as whining, – to fate. I’ll go with you to the ends of the earth! If only there was food and your hot charm below the waist. Will you love me there? She’s afraid I’ll lose interest in her, cheat on her, or worse – betray her. I will love you wherever you want, my dear! However, if we talk about anal sex, you can not do without a bottle of vodka here. Why do I resist the inevitable coitus, which gives so much joy and delight?! I day to day just dream about it. Not counting the time spent at work or looking for a supernova. While here, I was overwhelmed by the imagination, which is absolutely impossible to obey the order of the day. Fantasies that suddenly bite me in the “head” and the rest of the day is haunted until you let off steam, so to speak. When/I fell in love and I/the truth seemed to be that everything/the real thing all over. No – it was/present, but the depth was not the same. We can say, tasted a bit, and fully to enjoy feared. It is understandable, because love is so powerful that it is able to achieve only for the true Mature and powerful men. The rest – so, are worn on the surface of the sea on life-saving devices, like a little baby, only just learning to swim. Afraid to complete a dive into the abyss of pain and great joy. Yes, and fashion is not the same today. Women have become more courageous. Men on the contrary – more feminine. Who, it is asked, the homeland will protect, in case of what. There was a woman battalion. Soldiers in skirts. Such a war can smoothly move in an Orgy – so I think. And it’s infinitely good and beautiful. It’s better if everyone Fucks at the same time instead of shooting each other. As the fastening material, to punish you… what’s the date today?… the twenty-second of September, or even the last Sunday of September, every year, from exactly eleven in the evening until midnight, I call on humanity all over the world, regardless of social status and the presence of a car, I call on all this precious hour to engage in hot, passionate, frenzied sex with abundant fertilization of a gentle female womb. On this day, you can drink a glass of wine, or champagne, or cognac, or who/what you want, depending on the tastes and geographical location. This day can be celebrated both outdoors and at home. This day can be safely considered a red day of the calendar. Cheeks because all of them will definitely be red. And it should be celebrated with the same scope and punctuality as the New year. And it will be called “the Day of great love between a woman and a man.” And its purpose – a reminder to us that instead of the weapon it is necessary to take in hands weighty female Breasts. Deducted. But the idea is interesting. I only wish to be made. You can imagine, the planet will shudder for an hour in spasms of orgasm. And let the rivers flow. Real crazy. I do not envy those who will have to work on this holiday. Although there will still be impotent, crippled, fags, lesbians and porn actors, to whom we do not belong, let this great and powerful holiday remain a simple working day for them. Why? The ancient Hindu sex had a religious format. You think, where did the Kama Sutra. The same thing happened under Ramses in Egypt. And what orgies were arranged by the Roman emperors! I remember in the early nineties, when I was four years old, or even – three, in theaters showed “Caligula”. My parents used to cover my eyes with their hands every time there was a sex scene. But I was guided by the sounds. Ears/they did not plug me. And the imagination is already painting a picture. It didn’t pay attention that we lived in a one-room hostel, and I listened to “Caligula” three times a week with enviable regularity. Strange that a virgin I walked right up to twenty years. Yes and at all, with women/girls rarely had Affairs, and “popular” sex me never interested. I have to say that the best fuck – monogamous? Repetition is the mother of learning. Follow my teaching – fuck for love, not for need. Although, these cases are highly interconnected. You understand me. And so, the holiday is rolled up on the last Sunday of September, from eleven in the evening until midnight. And the day before, quarreling and jealous of each other (preferably in Spanish), in order to attract the thrill and epicness of the event. Now I will turn on the eighth gear, or, as my heart tells me, beating in unison with the rhythm of the keys, I will direct the hoof race along the highway of imagination. Frisky horses race me into the distance. Towards fate! Towards fate! We were there to grieve about unfulfilled illusions. Shalom, swept through the grass and opened the way to the unknown. The unkind man can be seen at once by the Alliance of the eyebrows. Metal on glass and nerves on edge. The ringing of metal causes strange sensations of nervous pain, comparable to the removal of the tooth. I would like to dispel the illusion of fear. To open the atmosphere with the gesture of a Christian warrior. Fire and sword. They say if there nothing to fear, you die quickly. Therefore, it is better to sit at home when the head is poured with lead. In General, I see that people are busy with three aspirations: getting money, looming in boredom, or fart, as God will put on the soul. The third, as a rule, occurs at the peak of the strongest feelings. What, I wonder, Nevzorov clung to the Orthodox Church? Annoying that they don’t pay taxes? So this merit is bathed in the blood of ten thousand wars, each of which people have suffered such losses that Stalin and Hitler would have seemed shy Igrunov to cops/Robbers. I’m not talking about those terrible centuries, when the Inquisition was carried out unspeakable torture of infidels, and indeed, any doubters. The crown of Christian authority fell on the crusade, which was attended exclusively by children. The campaign did not last long, for half the army immediately died of hunger. Well, not so soon – in a few difficult weeks, or something. In short, child blood there, too, abound. It is surprising that all the Crusades were carried out with the blessing of the Pope. This is who was standing there at the helm of that “fry” sent to fight? Oh, history… one Day, Jesus Christ made the most that neither is a RAID on the Jewish sanctuary. And this bondage lasted for a long two thousand years, swallowing up so many victims that it is bad to imagine. There was actually no one remembers. There are legends. Build theory other. A whole abyss of passion arose around the carpenter of Nazareth, that at the peak of his young and hot age committed an act, whether self-sacrifice, or reckless rebellion. But who would not deny could be compared to Christ in terms of popularity. Show/business is just resting and Smoking bamboo. That’s what it means to be a real star – is to make the way from the earth to the sky. And then, taking its orbit, circling over the heads of the population for eternity. Even Siddharha unfortunate that six years wandering and doing penance – and you can’t compare. That’s really the passion of Christ. And what powerful armor on it were: a crown of thorns and in what mother has given birth. By the way, according to Christian legends, when Jesus was hanging crucified, he prayed for those who crucified him: “Lord, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.“This flour took place in the Roman Empire, I want to remind. I remember such a casus (case – translated from Latin), when I regularly, for two months swept plastic cups near the stalls, getting for it as much as five hundred rubles, hung out there one tramp, always begged for change for vodka and a piece of bread, slept between some/that glands directly on the asphalt, and in General was smelly, dirty and unpleasant in behavior. But, interestingly, if he was in a good mood, wound up such verses in the whole district that the audience, consisting mainly of taxi drivers and drunks like him, came in amazement. In short, he was a local rock/Russian format star. A sort of punk in the most natural form. Puke punk. I heard he was long gone. But the memory is eaten, the infection, his unusual behavior. But, what really was right Viktor Tsoi – how much of crazy at this hour wandering the streets. This work can be confidently hardened skeptic attributed to a fresh literary genre, and call this genre (with your permission) “Literary marathon”. Because the idea was to produce a creation of as much as twenty-five author’s sheets. What sobstvenno, exactly equal to one million characters with spaces. I think that the courage to do this is possible only once. As in the case of the capture of the fortress of Ishmael. Innovator ideas, of course, served as a well-known, but few people read the novel “Ulysses”. Until now, it was believed that Joyce went beyond the limits of literature in General, and that such a thing is simply impossible, and there is no sense. Well, I’ll try to prove you wrong. I have enough thoughts for that. True, we need what/it is important to write. Therefore, it is necessary to sweat. I hate it when literary poachers pussy text intact pieces from other authors. And even in General make extracts from encyclopedias or reference books on half a page, so as not to bother with the presentation of pure material with their own language technique. I assure you, I am not. I even hesitate to quote classics if it is not necessary. So, I think, if earlier the maturity of the author was determined by the writing of the novel. From this moment on, even if it is determined by the writing of a literary marathon. Although… why Ulysses? War and peace are a kind of literary marathon. Thomas Wolfe, if he had not been betrayed by serious editorial work, could serve as an example of a Mature author. Fyodor Dostoevsky, apparently, planned each of his work as a literary marathon. Tolkien. And what can be said about the writers who produce a series of novels, tightly linked, the record of which is awarded to Yuri Nikitin, who for a long time wrote under the pseudonym of guy Julius Orlovsky about the exploits and other life tests of Richard Long Arms. There are fifty volumes, by the way. But Ulysses, among others, has a tremendous concentration of information – that’s what’s the matter. Unlike all the great novels of literary history, it is unimaginably difficult to read, because it requires slow, thoughtful reading. And you imagine that it means poking around in eight hundred pages, in/fact, the bullshit, which at that time was called modernism. There is a continuous game of words, involved in a simple, quite ordinary plot – no more. It’s as if Quentin Tarantino filmed Santa Barbara or a Wild angel. But we’re talking about maturity. I’m talking about the maturity of the author, that hitherto determined, or determined, writing a full novel, or even – a series. In my opinion, the maturity of the writer (the author, the writer – as you want) is determined not by the volume of the work, but by the greatness of thought, depth, quality of skill, the ability to easily own a syllable, the ability to play a syllable, but, most importantly, the ability to create original stories. The whole literary window-dressing is reduced to classical prose and poetry. So, stand out here can only / really cool guys. Such, for example, as Edgar Alan PoE or ryunoske Akutagawa, or Anton Chekhov. They don’t try too hard to stick your talent in the literary stream, so to speak, and tried to create a new one. And in order to make such a mess, you need to know everything that was created before you. That’s what I think is the maturity of the author. And the threads of world literature, as I said, go to ancient times. In such depth that still writing in the world did not exist, people from mouth to mouth told children stories, parables, legends, myths and so on… In the twenty-first century, innovation is understood as a spontaneous arrangement of Affairs. He spat into the wall, rubbing his palm and trying there that you can see. None of this is innovative, to be honest. With the same success, it is possible to consider frosty Windows, as innovation of fine art. Let me be biased now. Or too arrogant. But the perfection of genius, as I’ve said before, allows. As/I asked what’s the difference between a prose writer of major and minor. I shouted in his face – “Great!!!“Partly, of course, I’m just annoyed by slow-wits. It has become very difficult recently to talk to people underdeveloped, who do not know the laws of logic, who do not have secondary education, although most have a document confirming something similar. I’m not talking about the contemplative powers of a pure, sincere soul. I’m not even talking about the high creativity of thinking, which distinguishes genius from talent, talent from capable, capable of mediocre and so on… I’m talking about banal intelligence. Do you understand what I’m saying? Run. I spoke here in the spirit of the Tribunal. In General, friends, we live in Russia, as many believe – in a great country. The level of culture in this great country is so low that there is nothing to say. And the level of romanticism here is so high that it is better to keep silent, or at least take the children to another room. Here we sit with one on a bench in the yard, we beat vodka and we conduct discussion and when I tell it that it is normal in the prospering country to have available thirty percent of the husbands from the population, capable at any second to replace the President on a post, long and thoughtful silence reigns. “Silence of the lambs,” I would describe. Master of wiring. Tempter of women’s hearts. Virtuoso. Yeah, and just a good guy. Often treats expensive cigarettes. Wears a bag over his shoulder. Inside, apparently, the standard human set of trinkets: documents, notebook, charging on a smartphone, some money, a pack of cigarettes “Kent”, condoms, plastic cards and discount cards in various stores. Consumer society is very well versed in discounts. Who would be interested in where they are formed. Under the laws, or even the rules of fair trade speculator has no right to wind more than twenty-five percent of the goods. But the discount is the same as the rollback. Rolled back all the important organizations that can at any moment grab the Achilles heel. Rolled back to the consumer that that didn’t bypass a bench the party, and to others didn’t go. Rolled back how many need to. You want a twenty percent discount? Get seventy percent of the cheating. Ordinary citizens, who have little sense in micro and macro/economy, desperately complain to the white light about the rapid rise in prices, which does not correspond to wages. It does not occur to these simpletons that the labor market and the consumer market are two different systems, although they are interconnected in some places. Everyone wants to live well, abundantly, richly. So you can afford it all and the responsibility is never taken into account. Hence, these ingenious formulas appear, overturning the laws of mathematics, as well as the human conscience. Most of all talk about it, those who, secretly, of course, holds ingenious manipulation of figures and words. But no businessman on the planet can match the appetite of the Church. That’s where the real money comes in! Bypassing the tax, bypassing morality, bypassing what is written in the gospel. When my mother died, I Packed all her things and took them to the temple to be given to the poor. So I don’t have time to walk to the temple, the tramp I met at the gate and begged packets of junk on the street. When as/the logic of things, the Church has collected money from people to spend on a donation unhappy. Otherwise, what’s the point of these donations? And the point is, Christian saints shudder in heaven about what’s going on under them. Who would have thought to spend money on vagabonds and the unfortunate, when such opportunities are opened before eyes. As a consequence of all our human selfishness, crime and poverty are rising at one extreme and uncontrolled consumption at the other. And they could live better if they found the courage to re-interpret the course of thought. After all, if you think about it, how much does a person need for a prosperous existence? Ate, slept, worked. Good food, beautiful woman, interesting job. However, some people/it is interesting to export the subsoil of the border and give kickbacks amounting to millions, or even billions of conditional units. We have problems, for the most part, with education, rather than with money. Okay, my skepticism may grow to such an extent that no one will want to read this book. They say to be good you have to be rich. But in order to be rich – you have to be a scoundrel. And in order to be a scoundrel – you need not take into account what people say. Me like/that combines both qualities. Recently I became insanely envious and vindictive. But not dangerous. I’ve never hit a man on my own initiative in my life. Exception – when he was forced to defend or protect. And even then, such cases can be counted on the fingers. As a child, I often sat at home, laid out my mother’s jewelry and jewelry, hanging paper labels in the form of price tags. Poverty has haunted me since I was a child. I was ashamed to go to school because of my worn shoes. The others looked beautiful. Their parents made sure that they looked beautiful. If I have/ever will have children, I also care about making them look beautiful, tidy, confidently and contentedly. I remember how in the nineties often rattled terracotta and I was afraid to go out. I remember my mother did not receive a salary for five months in a row and ate only buckwheat round the clock – without oil. Partly, thanks to all these tests, I grew up quite smart and talented. I don’t know why, but I always managed to get what I wanted, even when it wasn’t necessary. I, in fact, grew up an ascetic. The ancient philosophers of all directions of the world would not be surprised by such a phenomenon. After all, all the difficulties that our ancestors had to overcome are simply not included in the comparison with our current difficulties. To earn money for food and nice clothes are not worth anything. To seize a decent position costs nothing. People will put you in that position if you keep your mouth shut and do what your elders say. And they, as a rule, always want to pass a piece of himself to the younger generation. Even despite the fact that they themselves have enough trouble. And having put the young, inexperienced, sad to a good position, they, as a result, satisfy self-esteem, significance, begin to be complacent and teach. Anyone who wants to get something from life, who understands the mechanism of working with people, can easily manipulate it. Here only it is necessary always and everywhere to keep my mouth shut. It is much more difficult in this sense to rebel, Express your own opinion, or Express contempt, discontent, sharpen. A good sense of humor is expensive these days. Better at all not have own opinion, pretending to be a sheep in a herd, and in free from hypocrisy and groveling time contribute report in secret the manuscript with a code lock. And nobody to show to till the world will not collapse around you, and people cry out in prayers, to at least one/that anyone/that took the responsibility to carry this tremendous burden. That’s how you become a good President these days. So in the old days became good kings and emperors. So in the dark ancient times became the leaders of the tribe. King Salomon is a fine example of a wise government. Although, many seem, that then – this then, and now – this now. Rubbish! People from those times had not changed much. The system has changed and continues to change. System of life. Her way. And cultural values of man remain the same. However, the priorities are not well placed. A person is easy to see when he gives a characteristic to another person. Therefore, when I am told that I have a consumer attitude towards people, it makes me laugh. Society has created a consumer system of relations between people, based not even on justice, as spelled out in no one unreadable civil code, and to be honest, the maximum profit for each individual. Keep your pocket wide! What is my fault, if every single person, I emphasize, the busy problem of passive Abbasova each other. At the same time, it is important to smile and keep your posture. The highest value of today’s society is not man, as many might think, but material goods – money is the highest value of the world. Even I am no exception. I, too, like everyone else, whether they admit it or not, want to make money, so as not to need more than anything. That is why I am in the morning until late at night sitting at the laptop. I have a huge hole in the couch and crocodile bedsores on my lower back. I deny myself everything – food, sex, drinking, communication, desktop and computer games, going to the movies, trips to the sea, beautiful clothes, gadgets, smartphones, tablets, expensive cigarettes, just to be like everyone else. In fact, I have already become a champion in getting money. Then/I have to clanchat change from passers-by for a loaf of bread and a pack of disgusting smoke. No wonder they say when a person is clean as a mirror, people look into it and see their reflection. Plop! Again find ourselves in a puddle. Beat his palms over the water and kapriznaya. Who are you to not allow it to act according to his way of reasoning? An imaginary public opinion? Society is only interested in one thing, so you do not go beyond what is happening, and did not take pride of place, where everything is visible and everything is possible. Each in his own way, sitting in a closed room, if any, and eating chips. But not everyone can rise above the public. Here, as a rule, you need to have nerves of steel, and heavy eggs. And yet, the barrel with a caliber of nine to sixty. However, partly, only partly, I am somehow the subject of consensual debate. You can throw poop at me. However, until you feel threatened to get a brick in the teeth. No – well, that’s ridiculous. My personal problem is that when I fainted hungry, when I had no teeth, when I was going crazy with despair – I was in the figs no one needed. You passed by without noticing what was happening to me. More precisely – you noticed, but were afraid of responsibility, were afraid to lend a helping hand, you rejected me as a stray dog that followed. And now, I, suddenly, someone needed. Excuse me, do you need something from me? Talk straight – not dressing it up. Formulate your desires as accurately as possible. Specify the subject of the conversation. Say – no need to be silent. Well, all wishes, anyway, are reduced to three basic: “borrow money”, “it hurts me, listen to my whining”, “I’m bored, let’s stir up something”. I don’t want to fuck you! Bored – take care of business. Sell the apartment to have nowhere to live, and immediately boredom will turn into a productive desire. Hurt – be patient, or go to the psychoanalyst, they take the money. As soon as they take the money, all the pain goes away. Not enough money – earn or sell the TV. It’s the TV that keeps you from getting rich. Don’t take credit – it’s bondage. It’s a trap for those who are bored. See how one is connected to the other. All this can be characterized by the word – “circus vitiosus” (which translated from Latin – “vicious circle”). In fact, we’re all on the same page. In fact, we are United by the same thing. In fact, if we were not such hardened egoists, and we were not afraid to show at least a drop of responsiveness to each other, despite the imaginary status and the presence of a forty-story mansion in Krasnodar, we would live in such social harmony that even Buddhists, Communists and the Holy martyrs could not dream of. In fact, it is completely unattainable. Each of us is full of his interests, Hobbies, passions. But one way or another, all these interests are directly related to the social system of existence. Society is the platform on which our interests grow. It is impossible to live cut off from society. In any case, the threshold of such insanity begins in the psychiatrist’s waiting room. So draw your own conclusions, about you, my philanthropy, and mangocity! Adventurers and problems on his head. Soldiers of fortune and oppressors of non-existent worlds. The wise men and deer. Philosophers and stubborn. We need to be clever – and to be them. We should not seem wealthy – we should be. We should not seem competent in matters of professional status – and be them. We should not seem sympathetic, friendly, benevolent – and, it is ridiculous to list, to be them. How much can be learned from what I have just prescribed? Nothing. I just expressed my bewilderment, disagreement, discontent. I’m terribly ashamed to live in a society where thrive