Book: Moloch

Telegraph, telephone, stoddartii trains, you say, reduced the distance to a minimum' - destroyed it... Time rise in price, but soon it will start to turn night to day, for it felt the need for such a double life. The deal, demanding as much as earlier months, now ends in five minutes. But it is a hell of and this speed does not satisfy our impatience... Soon we will see each other on the wire at a distance of hundreds and thousands of miles!.. Meanwhile, only fifty years ago, our forefathers, going from village to province, slowly served a moleben and went off with a stock, sufficient for a polar expedition... And we are rushing headlong forward and forward, deafened by the roar and crackle of monstrous machines and confused by this frantic racing, with irritated nerves, perverted tastes and thousands of new diseases...

A beautiful man is that one nasty that always admires a...

He was always interested in and it seemed to him mysterious of those cases where thinking about any subject or reading about something in the book, he heard beside him talking about the same thing.

We, the poor, nervous, sick people can't just take from life and the joys we purposely poison its poison in our tireless need to dig in every sense, in every your and other thoughts...

Why should I tire myself with dreams about some unknown, the sublime happiness, when here, about me - simple but deep happiness?

We went from a single right therapeutic ways - from the medicine of animals and of traditional healers, we are flooded with different Pharmacopoeia cocaine, atropine, phenacetine, but we have lost sight of that if an ordinary person can give clean water and to assure him that it is a strong medication, simple man will recover.

What to write words of love? When need be, they will come themselves and will be more beautiful and warmer.

And you tell me, why are you so afraid of silence? A little conversation a little dried up, you are already at ease.... And is it wrong to speak in silence?