Maxim Gorky. Gardeners (№ 26169)

After all, we know how to be silent when enjoying days of our lives? Each of us absorbs a piece of happiness alone, and his grief, a tiny scratch of the heart we take to the street, show to all, and cry, and cry about our pain to the whole world! We throw out of our homes our leftovers and poison their air of the city... so do we throw out of our souls all the mean and hard under the feet of others.