Whether you believe in God or believe that the Moon is made of sausage is a personal matter!

Let me pick flowers from your flowerbed...

After all, no matter how you look at it,
and the country must know its heroes!

Religious idiots walk around, scurrying everywhere like grave worms, feeding on diseases and carrion. Is it possible to tolerate these gravediggers in our bright world rich in fresh winds? No! To endure them means to turn into carrion yourself. Only the dead can listen to them.

My world consists of living people. Some of them, not realizing the graveyard essence of religions, try to believe in some kind of god, but, thank God (!), they are not very good at it. Yes, and there is no sincere believer among the living, and the dead are dead. They are far away.

These grave worms deceive a living person day after day by repeating the same thing: “The essence of life is death. Death is a step towards God." And like it or not, you yourself repeat after them this meaningless tick-tock. But to the living - life, to the dead - death. And there is no need to replace one with the other, there is no need to explain the posthumous delights to the living - leave the afterlife with all the “attractive” afterlife for later, when the hour strikes. Give something alive to the living! But do grave worms value living things? They like the past and decay. Rozanov, the vulgar and mediocre talker of Orthodoxy, is worth exactly the same as a kilogram of rotten meat multiplied by Nothing at the market. This is the job of the sanitary and epidemiological station - the destruction of the infection. However, it only carries biological infection; there is not a single match in his pathetic pities - there is nothing to be afraid of fires, ashes do not burn. The cartoons about Mickey Mouse are much more dangerous; they educate with their Nothing, they educate Nobody. It’s better not to raise children at all than to be content with “small evils.” Small evil is more disgusting than Big. Great Evil is as rare as great Good. Hitler is a brilliant example of Little Evil, who managed to infect millions of people of his own tribe with his petty malice. The Big Evil is, rather, the Big Good. This is what is called by the term "God". But, for sure, this is Nothing. True evil, evil devoid of the aura of the supernatural, is millions of amorphous, no people. They were all brought up on Mickey Mouse, i.e. - on “small evil”. And, they can even smile! How many beautiful people have I seen, but infected like the plague with Nothing. But, I know, there is hope - they all, early or late, die. All Mickey Mouses are mortal, all little Fuhrers are perishable. And, there is no hope - more and more Mickey Mouses are born...

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I didn’t pick the flowers from your flowerbed and there’s no need to hint to me about it. Yes, I live on the first floor, and my windows overlook your flower beds and it’s easier for me than others to pick them early in the morning. And even this is a big stupidity, the fact that I didn’t take advantage and it wasn’t me who tore! Whether it was dark at night or during the day, I don’t know, but some cunning people took their garden shears and cut flowers into bouquets. Yes, I saw them with my own eyes!

Yes, and I wanted to cut these, your first tender buds from your flower beds. But I am a Coward! And I thought that you yourself would offer me one bouquet... And so, your noble roses are plucked, the petals are crushed, the aroma has faded...

All that remained were bare bushes and weeds. You! Do you suspect that I have my eye on this too?! You are right, I always got quinoa and I’m already used to hay, and I’m already licking the eaten twigs from your flower beds, the trampled grass... If you want to save something, make fences from barbed wire! But this is unlikely to help if your flowers, while still in buds, are torn into bouquets. But this means - under the pruning shears! This is all.

©1998 Mikhail Dmitrienko, Alma-Ata

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