Character: Yoska

Kasyanich's daughter lives in the city. We spent the night with her. Just in a new house has an apartment. High up on the ninth floor. I went out onto the balcony, looked, and all around, melancholy, melancholy, some houses stand in a gray square, and the yard is like a prison in transit. And the trees in that yard are small, sickly. It is immediately clear that they lack light and air. One word - prisoners.

Eh, poor guy. It pushed off from one shore, but did not stick to the other. And so it floats in the middle, where the river will take out.

They will not send the sun further, you will not fall below the earth. Tried it - didn't work.

- Where can you get me? I suppose I live on earth, and she, mother, is common to all of us. We drink the same water, we breathe the same air. The earth itself is your home - live as you like, even along, even across, and no one can tell you! And if you don’t have your own hut, you don’t need it - what you don’t have, you will never lose. I, like your cat, do not need a booth. I'm not a chain. Not tied to one place.

A man smokes the sky in vain, that people have nothing to tell him about - that's what black envy eats him from the inside. He sticks to healthy people, dreams of big things, and ask in detail, all dreams about a fat piece of bread with lard will turn out. That's what gets mad at others. Licks hands of owners, barks at others. And if necessary, it will bite the owners. You need to avoid such.

To each his own. For one fish, another fish is overdeveloped. If some kind of fish began to live as a person, others would not accept it. And a man can easily live a century as a fish. Even a free bird, even a gray mouse, even a chain dog. But a man - he rarely succeeds.

- And then. Then they sort of diverge. They grow openly, and keep away from the trunks, bend. If they absolutely dislike each other, then one blooms, grows stronger, and the other withers, ends. They argue about who is stronger, and one will take all the juice from the earth for himself, while the other will not get it. This is how you walk, it used to be, through the taiga, and the trees are poor for you, crying at their fate, just like people.

A person does not have such a mind to even control a simple spider.

- Where did you intend to leave? From the people? And is it far? To Spiridonovna clean the pigsty from shit? So this is not a servant, but a slavery.

Looking out of the window: when the cows are prettier than women, then we are to enter the Netherlands...