Deviation.

Deviation.
On our country war has appeared suddenly. War though and not the frequent phenomenon, but nevertheless sometimes occuring event. Fault of war can be different events. But they mostly for us, fine inhabitants, are not clear and owing from us. Our heads of the country find an explanation to war. They explain to us in the beginning or after war this war is how much fair and unjust. This explanation arranges us, moreover we expect this explanation. This explanation enables us to understand our chances to win war are how much great. Mostly these explanation are reduced to that war is fair from our party and is perfidious from the enemy. And all existing scientific laws of war and other scientific laws on the party of our victory. It allows us to go on war being assured, that the world again will return to calmness. Our fears and fine pleasures though are considered as fine pleasures of the inhabitant, for us valuable. In fact any aspiration of our heads to push off on great acts come to an end that will return us our narrow-minded calmness, we make great acts of ours helmsman. To us arrange on our areas beautiful demonstrations. Our heads are assured of inexhaustible energy and delight which covers us. This delight covers us, we sincerely trust in our delight. Coming back home we wish to transfer this delight to our house, our wives and children. But their dullness and stupidity depresses us. They not in a condition to divide our delight. Or they divide our delight when we get tired to explain positions and a policy of our great leaders. Our solidity which our heads achieve, really exists, though it has no that nature which our heads achieve. That in the nature of our impulse there is no impulse, forces to lower hands of our heads. The nature has presented our heads with of what has deprived us. But who will tell or will reproach us that we give forces a little to understand our heads. The certificate to that the changed channels of the rivers, the ploughed deserts, the warmed poles. But we cannot win ourselves our primitive need to comfort in any way. Us pulls to a warm small house with the wife and children, to hot tea. Though our heads approve primitiveness of this perfection, but there should be any mistake, differently they would know, that is good. But they feel the disorder. Probably even, that it not primitiveness. We understand care of our heads. It is necessary them hardly, in constant care of us. It is impossible to tell, that to us does not give pleasure, when we make something correctly, the mistake occurs in calculations of our heads. But we do not test pleasure, we know, that their scientific researches are dictated by care of us. Eventually they find mistakes. And who another as not we test greater pleasure to a fruit of their enormous work. We with huge enthusiasm study the last mistakes assured, that our concern in incomprehensibility of the past has passed. Now we arm the latest scientific development. Perfection primitive is perfect in the lowest level, perfection of our society is perfect in a highest level. Though it is imperfect in fine details mostly from sew narrow-minded nature.though in the future when our narrow-minded nature will be won, this society will be absolutely primitive though model it will be similar with ancient and, means, it is ideally perfect. We in delight if we lose our books on self-education. In any bench it is possible to get the duplicate.
Today war has begun. I remember, I remember similar wars and though them was a little, but in my narrow-minded consciousness there is an experience. Though I understand, that this experience low, not reflecting ideals of our society. This experience is dictated by an instinct of self-preservation. I understand, our greater heads will speak about calmness, about mighty our army which is invincible, about our heads who never will throw people in a trouble and everyone do, that people did not test any difficulties in war. My fear before mighty our enemies drives me on station. Hearings go, that till the evening enemies occupy our district. Our armies recede. A unique way leave-it the railway, but also it is unreliable, as some sites of railways are grasped by our enemies. They are whole or because of confusion, whether that of that hope to use railways for transportation of armies and military technics. I get into the structure going deep into of our country. I am hidden under a bench. The car is hammered by things which my fellow citizens could not leave. These are bales with clothes, одеялы, mattresses. We know, that the territory grasped by our enemy will soon begin. It will use the car, and we cannot be found out. But the artful enemy of motionlessly travelling person-it gases. They arise in depth of a womb from an immovability, from bad work of intestines, from a dysbacteriosis, from the bad stale meal extracted by the traveller, bought for two-rub prices in road. I do not know how to stop these gases, they give out my presence at the car though I have hidden thoroughly and to find out visually me it is impossible. But the smell of gases gives out presence of the person. But it still half-troubles. The car is filled by hidden my compatriots. Their quantity and a smell of their gases does not leave chances to not be found out. Having found out them because of a smell our enemies will start to search in the most careful image cars and will find out me as well I would not be covered. Sometimes I dare to be irritated with our leaders, their aspiration to not do our women sexual. The woman equal to the man,-not consumer goods of men, is necessary a subject consuming men more likely. It is difficult to man to be consumer goods, it has the independent body, living the life both the desires and need, and completely released from authoritativeness of the owner. It hardly will obey the owner even if it has sold it for the good price. It sniff up, looks narrowly. Our heads have made our women thick, possessing not smaller physical strength, than ourselves. They allocate gases much more us. Now I as though wanted, being hidden in the shelter that our woman laying in the next compartment, interrupting the gases me, was the thin, graceful, sexual woman. It could tempt the enemy. The enemy, being betraid by sexual joys, also would not think to search for me on my gases. It at all would not notice me. It would be engaged in my compatriot in all enemy territory, it it would rescue me and has made noble business. But instead of it it, having covered, imperceptible, exhales such gases that can result the enemy in such exasperation, that mercy will not be. I do not know how much we have come nearer to enemy territory. With each knock of wheels I rush towards to death, exhaling gases. Probably, the foresight will rescue me, but I do not trust. With such women we are defenceless against the furious malicious enemy, the enemy whom I did not see but as which I feel as all essence of an alive organic albuminous essence.