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Always it is possible to call night fires of the big city majestic, but they are those not for all. Only on the person not habitual, the visitor they are capable to make a certain enthusiastic impression which will quickly grow dim if to remain long enough in networks of the Megalopolis. But the most interesting is the fact that the person is capable to get used to about what he absolutely thought until recently as of the fairy tale, a children’s entertainment, of something absolutely unreal, at times even silly. And what this fairy tale, good or bad, here solves everyone for itself, beginning to turn it into a reality. When it stops being only words, the indistinct plot shown in the forgotten telecast we operate nothing any more. Soon there is no riddle left in it: all to become it is boundless simply and clearly, available even to the child. And suddenly the moment when you for yourself find out that you value comes and constantly you think of those values which violently, under the general hum of collective intelligence, systematically step by step squeezed in your head. But as it occurs – it is impossible to notice, there is no rigid use of force or rough persistence. No, anything there is no it. Just people going to you on a meeting on infinitely noisy sidewalks very clearly express a cold secret, they as if attract you to enter their faceless ranks, to become one of them and, having fastened the same mask of frosty importance, to run forward, constantly being late and, all the same, without being in time anywhere. Though each of them knows, as there is no place to hurry to him especially and there is no need. And here, when you become one of them when you instead of soul have conscious emptiness and impossibility to return a former state, to return itself then you understand all insidiousness with which you were deceived. Angry with such blasphemy, with frenzy you pull on yourself the shape which is so lovely stretched to you. And, of course, you run on sidewalks near the others, inviting everything the new and new, meeting on the way lambs to a mouth to a wild animal, thereby increasing number already of the considerable victims.