Аlone with yourself
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Yeah, I guess that is true, but first I will go to visit their parents. The last few years we just talked on the phone, I went here to work and burned a few years of life in vain. I'll find a place to work at home, after all, where I was born, and there came in handy. I'll get away from the hustle and bustle here, from this wrong life, if, of course, I can get away from myself. Tired, I'm tired to be a slave to the system, and there home all the same, but somehow less apparent, less visible and more sparing, has inflamed the consciousness of this system. Although, of course, for my mother's pies and father's help from this can not hide,…and so I would like…
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And late at night, appearing on the threshold of his home, completely exhausted by the road and tormented by confusion, to hug my sister, who rushed to me, to look into my mother's eyes and shake hands with my father. And to know that I belong here.
And hear at the decrepit table:
– What, son, did not work in the city?
And reply:
– It happened, but somehow not so. Probably, I would have achieved a good salary, would have paid off all the loans and would have arranged my life there, but sooner or later I would have left all this and would have ended up here. Pulling me here.
And parents would hug me and would not say anything except their warmth and understanding would not need anything…
But only…
I arrived too late. There is now no house, no parents, and sister I never had, only in dreams…
… it's time to go to bed, get up early for work tomorrow. The battery in the alarm clock is new, the suit is not dirty, tomorrow day still go, have Breakfast than, and no more worries I have for today and no…
…fell asleep…
Careful-money
Some facts, thoughts, wishes regarding our reality and future. We will not go about any kind of fictional characters with interesting lives, their morals. As a rule, in my works I try to convey the main idea in the subtext, weaving it into several parallel important ideas, here everything is much easier, but no less seriously, it will be about us in plain text, for the simple reason that pained friends. In view of this, there was this work, let's start.
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The beginning of two thousand. The default 98-th year, gradually receding into history, and people are beginning to come to life, creating new lines of business and actively developing existing ones. One of the spheres of actively developing is tourism and a relatively large part of the population through loans, and someone, without them, begins to travel around the world. In Newspapers and magazines and then there are articles censuring "our brother" in a foreign country. Complaints are regularly received at an increasing rate on the behavior and attitude towards people within the countries where our vacationers come. It is worth considering that the print out is not the whole part of real grievances.
A small example of the high spirituality of our wealthy citizens:
Egypt. One of the popular beaches. Hot sand, a huge number of vacationers, a little aside representatives of the oldest profession.
An elderly woman with a ring on the ring finger of her right hand, it is important to walk on the sand with a plump handbag and accompanying. Suitable for a local brothel, pays for five young people, distributes:
– this one will kiss my feet.;
– this will be to kiss the hands of;
– you and you will caress the body, but this will be used for its intended purpose.
– Yes, please, they are at your disposal for the whole day, if one of them does not suit you, then during the first two hours we will unconditionally replace them with others, – with a warm smile the pimp accompanies the herd, counting the currency.
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I deliberately started with this dirty example to make it clear how it feels frequent woman who has at least some power in monetary terms. Men, probably, not less than with a poisoned brain, but they say much less than ladies on our bright beautiful half of humanity.
Quite a lot of people I know from the dashing nineties. It and understandable, then the main the division was thus.
1/3 went into business of different levels;
1/3 moved to " cops»;
1/3 went to "bandits".
Well, the remaining ten percent of the working population were interrupted as they could.
Many didn't live to be old then, but many raised up. From the speech of racketeers in those years:
"Oh, nick, then about money we never thought they were not thought of and never imagined that all that changed dramatically. Lived for years in saunas, parasitized as they could, had Mercedes and Jeeps, and the money flowed in a stream, there were cases that did not fit in the pockets of trousers and jackets, but what we were creatures, people were not seen. And yet, what is most interesting, I thought that's how it should be, everything is fine, what is the right way to treat filthy poverty that it's okay to poke waiters face into the soup that the stores and kiosks can only communicate through rudeness and disrespect".
Well, when times have changed, and there were only those who "kept afloat", those who are not shot and rotted in prison cells, it became clear that you need to somehow be careful, quiet and kidnap. Thus, today we have a developing country, mostly in the field of trade, with smiling and good-natured managers, sellers, consultants who do all the same things as their ancestors, but only more competently and relatively legally. And the result, in General, is the same, the units are enriched, and most remain without pants.
How far have we gone in development in the pursuit of money???
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Remember one of my friends who has a decent income, the order of a million rubles a month or more. Refresh your memory of how they talk to ordinary "mortals", what megalomania does to them. And it's good that it happened to them, because maybe we would have become even worse with financial power.
For myself, I conditionally divided the level of humanity depending on income:
Up to 80 000 RUB / month