Maxim Gorky. Mother (№ 136087)

- No, you can't tell me! My soul howls like a wolf!..
- And don't want to! Only I know it happens to you. Maybe not, but pass!... That, brother, childhood disease, like measles. We all suffer from it, the strong less, the weak more. She then overcomes your brother, when the man himself - you will find, and life and their place in it does not see. You think you're alone on earth such a nice pickle and eat everything you want. Then, take some time, you will see that a good chunk of your soul in other Breasts not worse - you'll feel better. And a little ashamed.