The story of transformation...

 Look, what a terrible story of the transformation of a man into a beast...

 A boy was born in a shirt, that is, with everything ready, in a wealthy, wealthy family, he was not denied anything, and he was increasingly hinted that his blood was a different color, blue, while the rest of the mob was shamefully red, and if it was spilled  , then there is no sin, because these low servants were created in order to lay down their lives for your well-fed well-being and you don’t have to worry about this.

 And in general, by and large, you can sacrifice them under any conditions, especially if it concerns your successful business, you should not experience any pangs of conscience, even more, using your billions of wealth, you can invest them in hatred, set them against each other  fraternal peoples who once lived in peace and harmony, because your factories for the production of death live and prosper precisely on this, and you should not look at the fact that children and women die in agony under the bombs that your company produces - remember, the main thing for  your profit is in your pocket, they are not divine people like you, they are rabble, cattle, ignorant and dirty, stupid and limited, you are allowed by God to do with them whatever you want, whatever is beneficial to you, that the monetary pinnacle lifts you to the very top of the financial  success - you can be said to be the ruler of this world.

  For your fabulous wealth, for your billions, everyone below you worships you, and it doesn’t matter that the fairy tale of your life is based on the suffering of millions of mere mortals, the main thing is that you bathe in luxury, and many years of earthly bliss await you... and  fools think about the next world, only here is paradise for you, don’t listen to anyone, don’t trust anyone, except the account in your bank - it is the ultimate truth for you!

 But you will never know one thing, you will not understand that you have long ago turned from a person into something that has no name on earth, without a soul, without a heart, without a conscience... for you, as you are supposed to be a nouveau riche by your rich status,  sold my soul to the devil for thirty rubles... you don’t need it, it will constantly interfere with your life in such a way as to rake in the middlings and spit on everyone from the high bell tower...

 But, no matter how hard you try, your life and those like you will dry up one way or another... and such disgrace will not happen again, it will not happen on earth for people to turn into insatiable animals... the peoples of the world will definitely take care of this  , they will worry... but for now, rejoice and take advantage of the moment, kill millions and live like rolling cheese in butter... your time will come, it is not forever...


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A.P.  Chekhov.

  “He did not need the truth, and he did not look for it, his conscience, bewitched by vice and lies, slept or was silent;  he, like a stranger or hired from another planet, did not participate in the common life of people, was indifferent to their suffering, ideas, religions, knowledge, quests, struggle, he did not say a single kind word to people, did not  write a single useful, not vulgar line, did not give people a single penny, but only ate their bread, drank their wine, took away their wives, lived their thoughts and, in order to justify his despicable, parasitic life before them and himself  , he always tried to give himself the appearance of being higher and better than them.”