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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 begi
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
Up to 500 000 RUB / month
From 500 000 RUB / month
I will explain this gradation in another form. Imagine the situation, you, an adult family man, returning in the evening from work, meet your school friend, who sat at the same Desk for several years. You must welcome him smile and shout:
Are you? How are you? At all where, as, that????
In the answer the first type of humanity, perhaps, will tell:
– Oh, fancy meeting you here, great, glad to see you, old man, let's sit somewhere and talk, I have a life away from our really all lost, you know about them? – well, and approximately in such context conversation of two old friends in any cafe will begin.
In the answer the second type of humanity, perhaps, will tell:
– Oh, great, how's it? Fine? Well, me, too, in General, spi
In response to the third type of humanity, perhaps, say nothing and pass by, gently nodding his head, or not paying attention. And perhaps he will tell:
– Mistaken.
Or so:
– Yeah, great, sorry about that.
Or maybe such a person will stop out of politeness, limit himself to short answers "Yes", "No", spend a minute or two to listen to the turbulent flow of feelings, his old friend, then hurriedly say goodbye and on the move let go of the thought:
– Yeah, I guess I'm one of his class to the people behind, and maybe from the whole school, miserable.
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And now, looking at the whole picture, I could not help think:
"Maybe it's normal to keep our country in poverty and not let it get off its knees. Maybe we really just can't be rich and powerful. After all, if we prosper over other countries, we will simply turn everyone else into slaves, we will not see people around us, we will first begin to trample into the dirt of each other, and then we will subjugate the whole world and turn into povilivayuschih creatures who have forgotten about morality and humanity.
We are the most rebellious people in the world, the most stubborn and unyielding, as shown by numerous wars. We are very cool to help each other out, in trouble being in one trench, on one thread of life, we hit their fraternal relations in difficult situations, give their lives for those who do not even know, and risk putting at stake everything for the benefit of others, our dear fellow citizens. But when our disobedience breaks out through power, we simply cease to be human.