The competition world of evil. Stop time.

The words given to him seriously. New ideas were not in the head, same old long been tuned and peredumany, thrown to the far corner of consciousness, and left there for a black day. His time is over. All good, as he was capable, and have already established a long-forgotten and admirers and enemies. It is time to stop, soaking in the quiet meditation own lives. Old age, as does the month, and all the other comes to an end. The whole than he lived ...

"Ohhh ....",-heavy sigh unwittingly rescued from his chest. Deferred manuscript, he withdrew proter and eye glasses. Looked at the clock the second-half. It was time to go and. Razmyat pits.

Street met with his violent, schemyaschey, violent spring. Birds sang as zavedennye, with roofs Brenycz, on trees here and there zeleneli young page. In rare sosulkah dazzling reflected sun. Passers rush somewhere, flying, as if they and the industry wings, faces each other. And all around the hair sudden happiness, irresistible and exciting. Young. Lord, well, why young ... just happiness. Yes. Just happiness. Spring, as did, always operating on all life vdohnovlyayusche. Inspiration ... old friend, how long it has not visited him. When the last time? Oh, no, but rather to join the crowd, irrelevant, not to think.