Book: Aquarium

Person has the right to be good to a certain limit. And then - or all of the bite, or lie in the mud. Darwin's rule of scientific proof. Survival of the fittest. They say that his theory is only suitable for the animal world. Correctly say. Yes, just because we are all animals. Than we differ from them? Not much. In other animals there is no sexually transmitted diseases, and people have. What else? Just smile. The man knows how to smile. But from our smiles, the world is not getting kinder. Life is about survival. And survival is a struggle, struggle for a place under the sun.

Heaven on earth should be built. If you think heaven after death will come, we withdrew from active construction of Paradise on earth.

The exhibition is a gathering place for professionals. The exhibition is the club of fanatics. Need a fanatic listener. Fanatic need someone who would nod and listen to his nonsense. To ensure they are satisfied with the exhibition. The one who listens to a fanatic, who assents to him, he's a friend. The fanatic believes. Believe me, fanatic. I work so that I had someone believe. I like a gentle spider. Trust me don't get out of it.

People are divided into capitalists and socialists. And both need the money. It unites them. And separates them by which method they are produced. If the capitalist needed the money - he works hard. If socialists need the money - he quits his job, and even incites others to do the same.

Bad to be a citizen of the country, on roads which with a screech and clang of armor are columns of liberators. And is it better to be the liberators?

A quick friendship ends long feud.

We are all boys obsessed with war. Unless we were going to school in order to check on the soldiers boots cleaned? No, we went to school like romance of war.

I don't know what's wrong with me. Something's not right. I Wake up nights and long look at the ceiling. If I was sent somewhere to die for someone's interests, I would become a hero. I do not mind to give my life, and I don't need. Take who need it. Well, take it away! I'm in a short, troubled sleep. And where the hell are me. I'm flying high. From Kravtsov. From Special Forces. From violent struggle. I am ready to fight. I'm ready to gnaw throat. But why all this? The battle for power is not the battle for the Motherland. But the battle for Home - will it give consolation to my soul? I have defended your homeland, interests in Czechoslovakia. Embarrassing, frankly. I fly higher and higher. Unattainable ringing heights I look at my poor Motherland. You're seriously ill. I don't know what. Maybe rabies? Maybe you have schizophrenia? I don't know how to help you. It is necessary to kill someone. But I don't know anyone. Where do I fly? Maybe to God? There is no God! And maybe, after all, to God? Help me, Lord!

In the Universe we, of course, are not alone. In space billions of planets very similar to ours. On what basis do we have to consider yourself an exception? We are no exception. We are just like everyone else. Unless the shape and color of eyes can be different. The inhabitants of some planets blue eyes, as the Colonel Kravtsov, and someone green, triangular, with an emerald sheen. But this, apparently, out of all the differences. In all other respects we are the same - we are all animals. Animals, of course, are different: intelligent, civilized, and unthinking. The first differ from the second by the fact that their animal nature trying to mask. When we have a lot of food, warmth, and females, we can afford kindness and compassion. But as soon as nature and fate and put the question squarely: "One to survive, another way to die", we immediately stabs his yellow fangs into the throat of a neighbor, brother, mother.

And in the sky the stars are melting. They go quietly, without saying goodbye, like out of your life, the people, the memories of which the sweet pain disturb our hearts.

I guess I'm crazy. There is another possibility: all have been crazy, and I'm the only one exception. There's a third possibility: all have been crazy. All, without exception.

Our world is cruel. Survive in it can only climb up. If you stop, it will slide down, and you will trample those who are in your bones goes up. Our world is a bloody uncompromising struggle systems; at the same time - it is a struggle of personalities. In this fight everyone needs help and support. I need helpers willing to do any thing, ready to risk death for victory. But my assistants don't have to betray me in the most difficult moment. For this there is only one way to recruit helpers from the bottom. You owe me, and if you expel me, I will expel you. If I lose everything - you, too, will lose everything. I lifted you up I found you in the crowd not because of your talent, but because of the fact that you're the man of the crowd. You do not need anyone. Something happens to me, and you will again find himself in the crowd, losing power and privileges. This method of selecting assistants and bodyguards - as old as the world. So did all the rulers. Betray me and you lose everything. Me similarly in the dust picked up. My patron goes up and pulls me away, relying on my support in any situation. If he dies, who do I need?