Character: Aristarkh Dominikovich

We now bid farewell Semyon Semyonovich, so to speak, in a better world. In the world of no return.
- Abroad, perhaps?
- No, away.

- Tomorrow at ten o'clock start seeing, well, exactly at twelve you will move out.
- In a way? Where?
- Hard to say. To nowhere... in the unknown... we Will wait...
- I do not know the road, dear friends.

Earlier people had an idea and wanted to die for it. Currently, people who want to die, not to have ideas, and people who have an idea, don't want to die. It must be fought. Now more than ever, we need an ideological dead.

- View our intelligentsia. What do you see? Very much. What do you hear? Nothing. Why do you hear nothing? Because it is silent. Why is it silent? Because she was forced to remain silent. But the dead will not be silenced, citizen podsekalnikov. If the dead talk. Currently, citizen podsekalnikov, something that can think alive, can Express only the dead. I came to you, as to the dead, citizen podsekalnikov. I came to you on behalf of the Russian intelligentsia.
- Nice to meet you. Sit down, please.
You say goodbye to the life, citizen podsekalnikov, at this point you are right: indeed, it is impossible to live. But anyone's fault that you can not live. If I can't talk about it, because you are a citizen Podsekalnikov, can. You have nothing to lose now. You now have nothing to fear. You are free now, citizen podsekalnikov.

- Shut up! (Picks up the phone.) Everyone is silent, when colossus speaks to colossus. Let The Kremlin. Do not be afraid, do not be afraid, come on, miss. Ktoy? The Kremlin? Says Podsekalnikov. Under-se-Kal-Ni-kov. Individual. In-di-VI-du-um. Get somebody the most important. You have no? Well, then, tell him from me that I had read Marx I Marx did not like. Shut up! Don't interrupt me. And then tell him also that I send them... are You listening? Oh, my God. (Dumbfounded. Dropped the hook.)
- What happened?
- Hang.
- How?
- Who?
- Up. Hung up the phone. Scared. I was scared. You feel? Comprehend the situation? The Kremlin - me. What I represent, comrades? It's scary even to analyze. No, you just think. From early childhood I wanted to be a man of genius, but my parents were against it. For what I lived? For what? For the statistics. My life, how many years you abused me. How many years have you insulted me, life. But today my hour has arrived. Life, I demand satisfaction.

- I think that will be fine, Aristarchus dominikovic, if our government will stretch his hands.
- I think that would be even better if our government will stretch his legs.

- <...> Comrades, I want to eat. But more than that, I want to live.
- But let me... how to live?
- As you wish, but to live. When the chicken was beheaded, she runs around the yard with its head cut off, let the chicken, even with its head cut off only to live. Comrades, I don't want to die, neither for you nor for them neither for class nor for mankind, nor for Maria bieşu was. In life you can be my family, loved ones, loved ones. Even those closest to us. But in the face of death what can be closer, more beloved, relatives of his hands, his legs, his belly.

But remember, as it has been done before. Earlier people had an idea and wanted to die for it. Currently, people who want to die, not to have ideas, and people who have an idea, don't want to die. It must be fought. Now more than ever, we need an ideological dead.