Character: Pozharsky

- Why you think, young man, that the state is justice and purity? - complacently smiled Pozharsky. A good justice. Our ancestors, robbers, looted wealth, take them away from their own countrymen, and have passed it along to us so that we could dress up and listen to Schubert. In my case, however, no inheritance was not, but this particular. Proudhon read? Property is theft. We are the guards assigned to guard the stolen goods. So do not morochte his head with illusions. Better understand this, if you really can't without moral justification. Our state is unfair and fishy. But it's better than riot, blood, and chaos. Slowly, reluctantly, the society becomes a little cleaner, a little more presentable. It takes a century. And the revolution will hurl him back to Ivan the terrible. Justice is still not only will have new rogues, and again they will have everything and the rest nothing. About the guards I'm too poetically put it. We are with you, Lieutenant, goldsmiths. Clean latrines to shit in the street is not flooded. But if you do not want to get dirty, take off your blue uniform and look for another profession. I'm not threatening you, good advice to give.