Book: The ark of 5.0. A place in the sun

- That's right, tricky eyes blazing, too, raised my voice in Odessa. Died you died - everything is fair, without any torsion of the stain. So I'm going to obey orders?
- Go, - let me and lowering his voice asked: - have You ever machine was holding in his hands?
Well, until fifteen years I on the tit of the female even palm didn't touch, but when turned up the opportunity, figured out as what? - calmly replied the inhabitant of Odessa.

Democracy. - I snapped my fingers and cast an inquiring glance on gold. - Familiar word.
Is when several people tell others that happiness is everything, then happiness only comes to him, and everyone else is given the Fig - explained gold helpful. - Something like that.

- Come on, commander. Aram stood on the raft with his legs apart, and smiled. Apparently, he liked everything. - Well, a woman wants to ride with you - let him go. It's great!
"Fine," I agreed. - Do not argue. But this stubbornness and these "want", "do not want"...
- Can I do not give for the next birthday. - Nastya climbed into the boat and got aboard. And for the New year.

It turns out that there is already perched Vladek with his fishing rod.
- Go away, - he advised us. Not raspugivali fish! And there, catch take.
On the grass beside him lay ten large zlatoglazok fishes, some of them were asleep, some even opened their mouths.
Oh, beautiful what! - Nastya spent on the side of one finger. - What are their names?
- Zbyszek, Zdenek, Tomek, Bolek. - Vladek poked a finger in fishes and viciously snorted: Is fish, they have no names! Go, go away!

Who can survive will survive, - categorically said gold. - Survival is not a profession and not a lot of skills, that is secondary. Survival is a state of mind.

Well, if this case pans out... Okay, the Sabbath, nothing is so unhealthy as the premature dream of its completion.

So Tryphon there is no trust - if something happens, he hopes - as to a newspaper during a thunderstorm, the water will flow, and face slapped.

SWAT - the first saw us Odessa, tonight he was sitting on the spot. - FIE on you, you are my words! And what are you doing with us, huh? Still we have the same nerves, they're not the ropes and not steel cables! Nastya, this little girl, this cute baby is already crying so many tears that I now can only wonder what she'll write!

How, then, Greenberg's, my neighbor in the barracks were talking about? "They don't like to rule, they like to direct those who govern".

Silence - that's what struck me after coming in himself. Silence is something that is almost inaccessible to residents of the cities of the earth the last three hundred years. The hum of cars, planes, constantly wafting from the music have become a familiar cacophony to our ears, which are not saved nor Windows, nor the special hermanator. However, seriously suffered only those who came to the big city recently, for indigenous citizens it was nothing more than background, their hearing himself cast in the direction of unnecessary sounds, like the husk of the seeds.

All of us - those sometimes referred to as "middle class", something similar as children from the incubator. Whether traits of individuals, whether clothing, which is more like a uniform, and maybe the lack of Shine in eyes that have with those who have a purpose in life. A real goal. We have it no more. She left with youthful hopes, meetings of dawn and thirst for change.

I do exactly the same as thirteen years ago. What they do almost all the inhabitants of old Earth, pretending to live and actually doing something. Actually been here a long time nobody does anything, all this rat race. The land became like a discarded snake skin - it's dry, crisp and hollow. She was milked mining mega-corporations, it is unreasonable of the government and greedy entrepreneurs. The ground killed her children. They ravaged her insides, destroyed forests and meadows, dredged from the depths of the sea all the way down to the last fry. Earth shaking in its death throes, but people did not want to notice, like the ostrich, who sticks his head in the sand and otkazyvaet ass.