Won't be reproached, but the school raised doubts in me from the earliest times. When I studied in the second, I turned up a case. The authority of the teacher then the mighty luminaries on my child's brow, what am I, barely waiting for the end of the lesson, a butterfly darted towards him. Pier, he undertook to teach children, then I definitely need to know the answer. My question was a ripe ripe fruit and for me the most important thing, what they write on the board with a piece of white: "Universe – understandably. Well then, for her?»Teacher, amazement wrinkling between eyebrows, shrugged: "I do not know. Get the stupid thing out of your head! Do business!" So, flying closer, I understood, that the light came from an artificial lantern.
Authority of the decay and I, crouching at the edge of its tide, fell asleep. And I dream, that i am a glass ball. Streams of sewage fly into me and from hitting the surface of the glossy ball slide down. But the gloss remains pure and the moonlight shines in it with reflection. And then the wind blows me, pointing to glass: "In it and seek the answer! As long as you are smooth as a ball of glass diamond strength transparent waters, then not a single particle will stick. And if you allow someone else’s opinion to create at least a dozen furrows on the gloss, then in it only distortion will be reflected in the asked question ”.