Character: Ivan Babichev

Millennium are a cesspool. In the pit, lying machines, pieces of iron, tin, screws, springs... Dark, gloomy pit. And glow in the pit of the rotten, phosphorescent fungi - mold. It is our feelings! This is all that remains of our senses, from the flowering of our souls. A new person comes to the hole, fumbles, reaches into it, selects what he needs - any part of the machine handy gadget, and rotten he trampled dimmed. I wanted to find a woman who would have flourished in this pit unprecedented feeling. Wonderful flowering fern. To the new man, come to steal our iron, scared withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, blinded by the light of the fact that he felt rotten.