Aleksey Nikolayevich Tolstoy. The road to Calvary (№ 169497)

If you need for happiness is sure to warm bed, but a quiet lamp, right behind a shelf of books, - such does not know happiness... For this it is always tomorrow, and one ill-fated day, no tomorrow, no rest. For such is the eternal alas... Here I walk in the wilderness, my nostrils smell of baked bread, - then, to the side of the farm, hear soon as I sabrecat dogs. Oh, my God! See, as dawn breaks! Next satellite in the angelic form, moaning, calling me to compassion, a desire to stomp their hooves. Who am I? - the luckiest man. A small bag of salt is always in my pocket. Pull the potatoes from the garden. What's next? - a colourful world where the clash of passions.