Good afternoon! Have a nice experience!
Today today has not begun for a very long time.
Night, night, night was all the time. Then, it seems, it became gray over the houses. Slowly, boring, like during a boring lesson, when you need to be quiet, because they explain new material. And he, this new one, is so old that it seems to blow mothballs from him.
Sergei did not know what naphthalene is. It was his grandmother who told him that once, even when the Soviet regime was in full swing, the powder was such that the clothes in the closet were poured so that its moth would not spoil. After that, the grandmother even pulled out her old woolen dress and let Seryozha smell it ...
And this dress smelled really something. So, why immediately melancholy attacks and wants to cry. Therefore, what is a "mole", Sergei did not ask.
So in the lessons new knowledge can be just as deplorable. Pythagoras theorem ... This Pythagoras was still living! For his contemporaries, his “pants”, which are “equal in all directions,” were probably news. Now what? Dad once suddenly went numb at dinner, and when his mother asked what he thought he even stopped eating, he started up and looked seriously into her eyes, answered:
- You know, Olenka, I suddenly thought: how much unnecessary and completely empty information we are dragging for ourselves in life. Here I am an engineer, I have been working in my specialty for almost twenty years, but the concept of “hypotenuse” has not come in handy for me, neither professionally nor everyday.
Seryozha, when he read about the enthusiasm of young Natasha Rostova, for example, when she proposed kissing a doll in a flower room to her childhood friend Boris, he also thought: why should he know about the feelings of his same age, who lived two centuries earlier. After all, if she had appeared in their class today, with her tears and enthusiasm, she would immediately have fallen into the category of losers.
Because time has now become more concentrated, I guess. After all, the Stone Age lasted a long time, most likely, most of the history of mankind. The Bronze Age was also long, but already shorter than the stone. Iron is even more brief.
One hundred years ago, the first plane made of wood and canvas came off the ground, and today intercontinental ballistic missiles are no longer news to people.
Living people do not have time to write love letters in beautiful letters, to seal them in envelopes and to irrigate those envelopes with perfume. SMS (not even a phone call!) - Already a lot. And there is no time for novels that would last for years.
And today these archaic weddings in the church seem utterly stupid today, when young people before the altar take an oath to God in Eternal Love and Eternal Devotion "both in grief and in joy."
And words given as promises now cost nothing. And deeds are replaced by beautiful words. And reputations are created or lamented in the same words. And falsehood becomes "the noble truth."
The girl shot a video of how in some private kindergarten, children, so as not to interfere with the tutors to do their own business, are tied up in diapers for the sleepy hour, putting two in cots or even on the floor in the toilet. Some of them are still screaming, tearing, believing that his call for help will be heard. And someone was stupidly resigned and just silent. He doesn’t even sleep, but is in a kind of wooden stupor.
And what? This girl was blamed, saying that she was supposed not to put all this on the Internet, but to contact the police. And in general, it’s not the fact that it wasn’t she who connected the children herself, she shot a video in order to eliminate her competitors in this way!
And no one was horrified by this monstrous lie! And the culprits themselves did not choke on her! ..
Seryozha was thinking about all this, sitting at the window waiting for the dawn. But the night did not end. Endless. Dark The computer was not even turned off in the evening and invitingly shone with a monitor in the back of the room. But there, in the virtual world, Seryozha now did not want to. He was waiting for dawn to run to Helen and from herself, and not through sms to find out if she loves him. Last night, embarrassed and blushing, he said when they said goodbye at her porch that he loved her and always wanted to be with her. She replied that she would think all night and tomorrow he would tell him whether her and him always coincide.
So Seryozha does not sleep until dawn, and he waits for the very thing to come tomorrow ...
Thanks for your attention!