Character: people. Page 2

We're growing up. The problems of others.
Why can't I understand
Were the people evil?
Then money, then pull into the bed.
Not important them peace of nature,
And the more someone, but the pain.
Nowadays simple reputati
Overshadows the concept of love.
If you find you're happiness is simple,
Don't rush to drop everything and check it out.
For now, even something sacred
Inferior to the concept of the bed.

- If I try to be good in order to become good, and for the sake of some foreign goods, and good will not, and will not receive any rewards, so that in the end will be in double the loss.
"Why not?"
- Because being good makes sense only in order to reach the next stage of inner perfection, well, or, if you will, harmony. The reward here is not a fleeting favorable attention of the celebrity you dream of, and qualitative change inside yourself. You try to be better, try op! become better and understand that you are absolutely on the drum, notice you... or not.

They stopped at one of the old tombstones.
- Look! - exclaimed someone. The others bent over the old moss-covered stone.
A new label - as if scratched by fingernails, someone's hasty, weak but frantic fingers:
Mr. Benedict
- And look here! - shouted another. It turned out.
- This and that, and that! - he pointed to a few more tombstones.
They wandered through the graveyard in horror looking at the label.
On each tombstone from the same violent hand-scrawled "Mr. Benedict".
- Impossible - cowardly muttered someone. It is not the same in all the graves!
The silence dragged on. People looked askance at each other. Everyone was waiting for the answer. Stiff and naughty lips is one of them uttered:
- And why not?..