Late. Already - late. Also is not present on light of such words which here can correct something...
It has absent-mindedly caused last text over which worked on the screen and without any pleasure has read: "I perfectly
understand, people creative - scientists, writers, architects, painters, philosophers, poets, composers what for are
necessary... These it is typed - thousand, ten thousand, well - hundred thousand if to take all over the world. And not
necessarily creative, - in general talented people. Including mechanic the Divine Favour, the Divine Favour turners, potters,
dentists, the driver, sanitary technicians, zmeelovy, culinary specialists, doctors - all who are capable to do the part WELL.
These it is typed even more, there can be even millions. Let - ten millions.
But where to me to put HUNDRED millions and billions those who from God has not caught a creative vein, and the craft
knows badly - is not capable or at all does not wish to do the - or though any - business is good? How with them to be? What
for they? On what have the right? And - whether have? That is necessary to the person simply and only what it the person?
Not a bug, not a frog, not an elk any, and - the person? The elk, for example, needs nothing that it an elk. At the best - salts
to it to fill in a wooden trench, that posolontseval. And to the person? Bread, salt, rest? Respect? For what? And - on
And that it in general the such: fairly arranged world? It is the world in which ALL it is good? However that it for justice: when
it is good both to the slogger, and the idler, and the one who gives to another much, and the one who in general gives
nothing (cannot, is not able, does not want), but only a beret? To everyone on work? But if your work - with all it then, an
anguish, with bloody callosities - is necessary to NOBODY? (A classical example - adov work grafomana or - work of Sizifa).
Anything to you such not to give? Sizifu to the such. But you WORKED, worked AS DAMNED!. "All was correct. But - it is
not interesting. To it was not today before this any business. What, really, can exist justice if the one and only word told in a
temper, burns the whole city of kind relations... It is time to Sleep, here that, though tomorrow and a day off...
But before to go to sleep, it has included a desk lamp and some seconds sat motionlessly, looking in the opened fly-leaf of
the "Happy boy" with own photo at all turn. Rejoiced to a wonderful golden paper and the considerable person with bitter
bryljami - not that of the prophet, not that of the American general. Also estimated: that to it such to write?. He badly thought
of it just - unfairly, is insulting and it is severe - and now felt guilty. Something would be necessary warm.
The ridiculous. Something such that else wrote to nobody... And that it has burst out laughing...
He has suddenly recollected an inscription which was made by Lariske in the photo the Minsk taxi driver. Hundred forty five
years ago. In existence before last.
When were still live, young and unfamiliar. When still was ahead, and behind yet there was nothing... The Taxi driver -
dashing, just from army, with chubchikom, with transparent eyes of the tender villain, Zhora, - has written to very young,
roaring with laughter Lariske: Let a lovely look of your eyes Slide by my card And can be in your mind memory of me Will
It was that is necessary. Most that on there is THAT. And it is obligatory - with preservation of features of spelling.