Ilya Ilf and Evgeny Petrov. One-Storey America (№ 201925)

America is rich. And not just rich. It is rich in phenomenal. It has everything - oil, grain, coal, gold, cotton - everything that can lie beneath the ground and grow on earth. She has people are excellent workers, capable, tidy, Executive, honest and hardworking. To its enrichment America was fast. The country is like a man making a rapid career, who at first sells suspenders from the tray on the East side, then opens the clothing store and moved to Brooklyn. Then opens a General store, begins to play the stock market and moved to the Bronx. And, finally, buys a railroad, hundreds of steamships, two movie factories, builds a skyscraper, opens a Bank, joins a Golf club and moved to Park Avenue. He's a billionaire. All his life he strove for that goal. He traded than have, and as necessary. He ruined people speculated, from morning to evening sitting on the exchange, he worked sixteen hours a day, he made money. Thinking about the money he was awake. With this thought in mind he fell asleep. And now he is monstrously wealthy. Now he can relax. He has villas by the ocean, he has yachts and castles. But he falls ill with an incurable disease. He is dying, and no billions can't save him. The stimulus of American life has always been money.