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in the ninety-first, or the fourth, when the White house was bombed, came to the rally and spoke. Addressed the crowd “comrades” and once the accusations came. So he instantly silenced them and listened to what he was saying. I could hardly do that. Most likely, he would have left the rostrum, or, better yet, would not have gone there at all. Oratory, they say, helps a lot in career growth – helps to achieve success. But the writer does not need it. There, in the tops of the shy guy is constantly hanging. Pelevin, so in General, no one has ever seen. However, if you look, oratory should serve to defend their point of view in disputes. But so understood only in ancient Greece. Now more and more the success of all concerned. I, by the way, never understood people that achieve success by building public relations – acquaintances. That give these familiar? Kiss your noble ass? Me why/I always thought that success is necessary to achieve a professional way – through honest work. Maybe I’m wrong about that. After all, this is an exorbitant work you need to do to here – without friends. Or should I say – without support. But they’ll want to kiss your ass. If I may. I like that this prospect prefer. I remember when I mastered the profession of Telegraph on the ship, the first six months/year worked without sleep and under the stick of leaders. Then I really learned to work that was the most irreplaceable in the entire division. Constantly in which/that trip I was sent. Nowhere did the people cope with the situation. I was just having fun. Over time, officers imbued with such respect for my personality that they began to shake hands. Imagine, the foreman greets the captain of the second rank, as if they got out of the same sandbox. I’m exaggerating a little. But there was a case when the flagship Communicator, the captain, standing at the bulkhead in the corridor, persuaded me to stay on a military campaign. It was incredibly flattering. But a more flattering incident occurred after my dismissal, after six months/a year when I’m in Pyatigorsk operetta met assistant commander for educational work. He was apparently resting on a trip to the sanatorium, and he strongly urged me to return to the ship. Although, in part, he was just drunk. And now, I have ten years retired from the armed forces, and I still remember serving on a ship, and say that, they say, a fool on this ship served. Yes, you serve yourself – well you do! The worst service is on a surface ship. Especially the flagship. Submariners live in apartments, and on the submarine only service bear. And the sailors/radvadnyi for months, leaving, and living in an apartment only dream of. Even officers sit there for a long time. For all the dregs can as a punishment to leave the “box”. For a sailor, going ashore is a real holiday. If you have money – the next three days do not wait. It is even the military is not called the sailor may be lost in a week, while his commandant’s service will not begin to search around the garrison. Almost like in Stalin’s era. Talked the girl into staying home. Don’t go after him – don’t go. He’ll bring shame on you. How many people have to endure to meet like this. It always seemed to me that relatives wish only good, only good, only for my own good. No fucking way! Lyutey enemies all around the world to find. In General, rarely come across people who do want what you/the good. Mostly jealousy, hatred, malice. Everyone wants only one thing – more for themselves and less for another. Talked me into staying home. Canceled debt. They made empty promises. What now can be done – have to put up with. Of/for the hatred of men fell another happy wedding. For some reason, everyone thinks they’re doing the right thing. The sign of a perfect mind is self-criticism. All clever, I look, and only separate, not from this world, as they say, remain in fools. Lull girls. Deceived a piece of chocolate, candy, ice cream. I do not remember, whether from the Tatar/Mongol, or someone/something else put the slaves on the head of the lead cap, and under the sun that they completely lost the ability to think independently. Here to you one more laws of civil society – mutual responsibility. Be friends stronger, my dear! Friends! We’re all in the father’s bosom. Freedom? Idiots, freedom exists only in our imagination! There is no freedom, and there never will be. All your life you will suffer, to suffer, to suffer, to hope, to suffer, to be sad. Only occasionally will there be glimmers of joy. But not for long. Just at the time. For a short, short time. What were you hoping for? What you will have on hand to wear, and fresh bread, with wine to drink? The last supper is a legend composed by the blooming imagination of the artist. Come on, baby! – stay in the herd. It’s safe, there’s no shame, no hunger, no loneliness. I sometimes see people in bubbles. They seem to be together. But at the same time – completely alone. We sleep with one – dream about the other. We talk with those who have nothing to say. We strive for those who do not love us, do not respect, do not appreciate. It’s a cabal where they wipe their feet on you, snot, tears. Excuse me, are you hurt? No – nothing. You can keep making trouble for me. To some extent, taking care of others, you get rid of the feeling of deep loneliness. But only for a while. The day has passed, once again the loop will drag on the neck. And you will lie down, dear friend, and gaze into the void of loneliness. No one needs me as long as I’m alive and feeling. Kill in itself any feeling and you will be surprised as you will begin to be courted at once from all directions. An empty vessel turned out to be useful. But what can I do if my life force is raging? I can’t sit still – don’t have long to contemplate the emptiness of waiting. A constant feeling of intolerance. The wisdom is to do nothing, feel nothing, think nothing. “Blessed is the miscarriage, for he knows not the sorrows of the world, the malice of men, treachery” – so spelled out in the biblical tales. This is the tale. Not without meaning. What a man has to endure to get his way. It’s better to do nothing at all. Until you ruin all the mental strength in the struggle for… for what? It, as it turns out, was not worth it. Just wanted to where/what to run. Always, for some reason, fell in love with a fool, who can be fooled by beads of river pearls. Apparently, these beads hurt my self-esteem – that’s all. Life is so arranged that when you break free, you can’t land anywhere. Eternal journey eternal journey eternal hanging out in the void. When it will end. Maybe not so fast, but it will. Death gives meaning to life. How does that work? Very simply: let’s say you know that you have six months to live. You’ve been diagnosed with a nightmare. In the beginning, you’re scared. Then, get angry at the injustice of the situation. In the end, accept. What would it be? You think just live all I have left is six months, and yet, when you consider that you were scared for a whole week, you were angry for a whole week, sulked more, at least two, and you have to live for six months, and only five. You think, hell, it is necessary to have time to finish creative project, it is necessary to paint a picture, write a poem, to go to Mexico to fuck a hot Mexican or hot Mexican, eat Mexican stew, drink Mexican machito to return home and give interviews on TV in honor of the successful inventor’s project, extraordinary pictures, highly spiritual poems. You have every minute to count. You know that the time will come and you will go to bed to die from the hopelessness of the growth of harmful cells. That’s actually how it works. But should you be put to sleep, it is only necessary to promise that nothing bad is happening, that everything is treated, it will pass, you will be again happy and light – so it is possible for life to exist in limbo until the process of decomposition will not do the trick. Sleep, baby. Nothing terrible will happen. It’s over. Eternal sleep will save you from the torment generated by the senseless bustle of life. It’s good to have someone to live for. Well, when there are children who always need your support, which should be put on their feet before you go into the darkness. Many people feed the meaning of life with this for a long time. It happens so long that those for whom they lived, take with them. “I like that you are not sick with me. I like that I’m not sick of you.“Take with them – Yes. Some joke. “Pike.” Sometimes a mother Fucks her son to death. He already the other life not knows – only the contestant, which latched on to him in the back of the head. “I like that you’re not sick of me…” don’t go! Wait! Where are you going?! Away from you. To the end. Where life is in full swing. Where the rainbow is. Where the light is flowing and pleasing to the eye. I don’t care what’s going on around me, I want to live my life. But still need to sake of someone/the. That’s important. Cats, dogs, fish – sublimation of love for man. That, in essence, also cattle, if you think about it. Fishing, hunting, traveling – sublimation of love for society. Stop! What should we do then? Selfknowledge. Exploring the world around us. The
