Character: Hobo

A truly dead man is the shepherd of black sheep,
He gathered a loose rabble
And the distance drove them over the waves,
Wind of free water.
And they went shoulder to shoulder,
Only eight friends in the night...
A dead man was on the edge of the sea
Take away from death the keys.
In the bottomless abyss, in the underwater hell
Where perish, himself, Poseidon,
A death groan sepulchral bell,
There they will find...

There I saw the caves and piles of junk. Instead of ship timber in a sea of floating industrial waste. Men still wear hats, but the world has changed.

Great to be needed. I forgot. I think you're lucky, it's a unique gift you have.

I'd rather be jumping on trains across the country and to prepare their own meals in cans on fire, than be rich, and I will have a house and a job.

When I was a boy my grandfather died, he was a sculptor. He was a very kind person, loved people, he helped to clean our city from the slums. To us kids he was making a toy for his life, he must have created a million different things. His hands were always busy with something. And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying about him, but about the things that he did. I was crying because I knew all of those things, grandpa will not be able to carve figurines from wood, to breed with us pigeons in the back yard to play the violin or to tell us funny stories - no one knew how to tell them how he is. He was a part of us, and when he died, they are gone from our lives: there is no one left who could do it like he did. It was very special, anyone not like. Very necessary for the life of the people. I have not come to terms with his death. I often wonder what beautiful works of art lost to the world because of his death, many funny stories were left untold, how many pigeons return home, they will not feel the gentle touch of his hands. He shaped the world. He gave the world a new. That night, when he died, the world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions.

Here and help people after that! Here with me and pay! Thanked!
- Life is fair thing!
- Fair?! Open your eyes!

When I think the same idea a second time, then it is not a thought, it constipation.