Book: Lies haze on the old stage

... the grandfather of the Soviet popular science books should be read not loved: until you get to something meaningful, will SANOSIL whole soul, trudging through journalese quotes from leaders.

"Orthodox spiritual happiness is not laughter, kindly said he, - but in the life with a smile."

- I do not want nor eat, nor sleep, nor live. After all, what is life? The knowledge of God, people, art. From the knowledge of God I am far in the same way as eighty years ago, when a young man entered the Seminary. People here nobody knows anything, the twentieth century proved that. Art - I read Chekhov, Bunin, I heard Chaliapin. What can you offer me equal?

So: the story is not first as tragedy, then as farce. And often once - in the form of farce. But this is both farce and tragedy.

Punishment my grandfather had two: not going to Pat you on the head and a kiss for the night. The second was the most difficult; when his grandfather once used, Anton before midnight, crying.

I was in school, dad slipped articles about pioneers-heroes, but Anton read not loved: he doubted that no one will be given, if to him as a pioneer who will be cut off with a hacksaw right hand, and it suffered. ... American psychoanalyst, trying to figure out children's complexes of Anton, was terribly surprised to learn that most of the children were suffering from similar thoughts. And said that now he understands the difference between his and the Russian people - at least in the mid-twentieth century.

It has always been that bright like savages and those who are red happy. And it was absolutely true even for the beginning of the century. "We bright colors are not used, our clothes - the color of the earth." Why? The instinctive desire of mankind for the protection of the psyche. After all, nature does not give large areas of intense colors: a butterfly's wing, a flower, a peacock's tail. Poppy field - the invention of the drug imagination of civilization. To that and pink flamingos, and scarlet carpet of steppe tulips, and the rainbow balanced by other summer colors. A bright orange ski jacket on the snowy expanse has to hurt one's eyes. Far more forgiving was the previous stage of the history of material culture, guarding man from the staggering blows to the retina by nenazoylivosti their colors? Do not leave and we have a fiery orange color the forehead of the locomotive and vests road workers?
People can bear anything. Twenty years alone and even North pit-a prison without a roof, as Archpriest Avvakum. But l is not it better to spend these huge God-given mental resources are not in the continuous setting, purchase obrasovanie, the throwing, the setting, and in our country the drive, again, the addictive, again the throwing, - to solve more spiritual problems? Need the protection of the psyche of modern man from the rapidly growing aggression of things, paint, from too quickly changing world.

Honest poverty, always poverty to a certain extent. Here was the poverty. Terrible - from infancy. The poor are not moral.