Maxim Gorky. Foma Gordeev (№ 196874)

A man sitting... not moving... and suffers because it is boring, nothing to do: the machine does everything for him... he has no labour, and without labour - the death of man! He got the machines and thinks - good! An she, the car, - the devils trap you! In work for there is no sin, and by car - free! From freedom a man dies like a worm, an inhabitant of the bowels of the earth, dying in the sun... the freedom of man will perish!