Book: People

Here again, majestic and free, raised high the proud head, he slowly but firm steps is in the dust of old prejudices, one grey mists of delusion, for him - the dust of the past a heavy cloud, and in front of a crowd of mysteries, impassively staring at him.
They are countless like the stars in the deep sky, and Man is no end of the road.

And, cloud, infective like, rotten Vulgar, vile Boredom daughter, on all sides, crawling on the Man, enveloping acrid gray with dust and his brain, heart and eyes.
And the Man loses himself, reborn by his weakness into an animal without Pride and Thoughts...

But if a Person is poisoned by Lies, incurable and sadly believe that on earth there is no happiness higher fullness of stomach and the soul, there is no higher enjoyment of fullness, peace and small comforts of life, while in captivity gleeful feeling down sad wings of Thought and sleep, leaving the Person in the power of his heart.

But the Thought of the proud, and the People dear to her, she enters into a cruel battle with Lies, and the battlefield is the Human heart.

And just a Thought - a friend of Man, and he always inseparable, and only the flame illuminates Thoughts before him obstacles in his way, the mysteries of life, the twilight of the mysteries of nature and the dark chaos in his heart.

And Weakness born of three birds - Sadness, Despair, Longing, three black, ugly birds - ominously hover over his soul and all he sullenly singing the song that he is a tiny bug that restricted his consciousness, powerless Thought, funny Holy Pride, and whatever he did, he'll die!

Here he was, staggering and moaning; a wounded heart seeking Faith and loudly asks gentle caresses of Love.

And clouds of different things everyday like dirt on the road and its infamous frogs on his soul.

Prejudice - the wreckage of the old truths.