Maxim Gorky. At the bottom (№ 34950)

(hitting the table with his fist). Shut up! You - all - the-brutes! The Dubya... to keep quiet about the man. (Calmer.) You, Baron, - all the worse!.. You don't understand anything... and lie! The old man - not a quack! What - really? Man - that's true! He knew it... you don't! You dumb as bricks... I understand the old man... Yes! He was lying... but is a pity to you, damn it! There are many people who lie out of pity for one's neighbor... I know! I - read! Beautiful, inspired, exciting lie!.. There is a comforting lie, a lie a lie... reconciling justify the weight which crushed the hand of the worker and accuses... dying of hunger... I know is a lie! Who is weak at heart... and who lives other people's juices, the lies need... some support it, others hide behind it... And who is his own master... who is independent and is not eating someone else's - why would Tom lie? Lie - religion of slaves and masters... the True God of the free man!