There Isn't A Monday That Would Not

What Must Human Beings Be, To Destroy What They Can Never Create?

An Artist Observes, Selects, Guesses, And Synthesizes.

Children Are Holy And Pure. Even Those Of Bandits And Crocodiles Belong Among The Angels.... They Must Not Be Turned Into A Plaything Of One's Mood, First To Be Tenderly Kissed, Then Rabidly Stomped At.

In Moscow You Sit In A Huge Room At A Restaurant; You Know No One And No One Knows You, And At The Same Time You Don't Feel A Stranger. But Here You Know Everyone And Everyone Knows You, And Yet You Are A Stranger - A Stranger... A Stranger, And Lonely...

If You Can't Distinguish People From Lap-dogs, You Shouldn't Undertake Philanthropic Work.