Roofs? Why not to place on it a sun deck, small kustarnikovyj square, and
That, you look, and the present park, paternal not to arrange a platform for childish sports,
With a roundabout, with a fountain? All this boring space could
To rustle with greens, then there would come turn of walls: twisted plants will hide
Shameful uglinesses of concrete monsters. The city begins not only consume and
To poison, but also to make oxygen, will compensate to the nature a part won and
Stolen, and could return it even with lihvoju! What for to hide under the earth
Water, heating, sewer pipes? To take out them on
Surface to protect from frosts, having erected over them hothouses and greenhouses, - to
Last calorie it will be spent vanishing in vain warmly... The Waste
Immediately to overwork in fertilizers and to start up there and then in business instead of
That them grjaznit the rivers killed for a long time already. The person should be convinced,
That can return to the nature more than from it receives!
Let's not forget that our hero was the provincial, in the childhood the countryman:
This theme occupied it rather.
City!. The city, certainly, is necessary, but whether to be obliged it by all means
merzok? The rural open space, independence, privacy is in narrowness
Cities, certainly, only empty dreams, however...
We know that dreams did not remain without consequences.
As it is not enough us these pages as its records are careless and abrupt!