Boris L. Vasiliev. The dawns here are quiet... (№ 282408)

After all, one man separates from animals: understanding that the person he is. And if there is no understanding of this beast. On two legs. about two hands and is a beast. A fierce beast, terrible terrible. And if anything in relation to it have no humanity, no pity, no mercy. To beat. Beat, while in the lair you don't crawl. And there is to beat, until you remember that person was, as long as you know it.