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The other day I flew on an airplane from Berlin. And nearby sat a lady of about thirty-five, who at some point said that she recognized me. On the Internet. I read, he says, you. And very, he says, I respect your position. And in general. This "generally" of me, of course, pleased me the most. Because the "position" is okay, not so, frankly, I have a unique position. But "generally" is worth a lot.

Then she says: "But I do not go to rallies." "Why?" I ask. And therefore, she says that, firstly, I, although I understand everything, but I do not believe that there may be any sense of this. Secondly, she says, I would, perhaps, have gone, but no one. And thirdly, I have three children.

And to her and everyone else who does not believe in "some kind" who would go, but no one, and who also have “three children”, I want to say this.

Resistance is not an act of heroism, not a “madness of the brave”, not a walking for anyone and even an act of despair. Resistance is not only legal, but also natural, as an instinct of self -preservation or continuation of the genus, a reaction endowed with the self -awareness of the human body. And just the factor of "three children" makes it especially urgent.

That's just, I beg, no such revolutionary asceticism!

No harsh views, closed jaws and irrelevant dancing nodules. No sleeping on the nails. No feverish luster in the eyes and hollow Korchaginsky cheeks.

And let's somehow without fiery typhoid delirium. Without pink foam on the lips and sulfur smoke from the ears.

Where all this will be, will not be me. The taste, including behavioral, is something that can still be trusted unconditionally. I personally do not see other criteria. Including even honesty, because a maniac is also impeccably honest. But it does not happen vulgar.

And please, the seventh chovaria of the provincial Nietzscheanism with his "yes, death" or "and as one will die." No, we will not die, we will not give anyone such pleasure.

On the contrary, we will live for a long time, preferably infinitely long. Because we all have another indistinguishable responsibility: to have this excellent opportunity as long as possible - to delight each other and enjoy each other. We are obliged - simply according to the laws of an all -conquering life - to survive all this undead.

Because before our eyes and with our participation, an old mystery called "abdomen with death" once again unfolds. In that mystery, death won. But it was time to defeat the "stomach", that is, life. It costs effort.

No, no, no dead asceticism!

It’s good to joke each other and, most importantly, over yourself. Treat each other with delicious food and drink drinks that do not drive into anger. Merry and impartially look around. Rejoice in good weather and pretty physiognomy that fall towards. Listen to beautiful music and remember beautiful verses by heart. Review your favorite books and remember the blessed moments of our unique childhood as often as possible.

We are alive, cheerful, open, constantly ready for joy, for sympathy, for compassion, for the sharp moments of deadly, but cleansing the soul of longing and such an intensity of happiness that no one will ever be able to even approximately describe in the school essay on the corresponding topic.

And all of the above fits into a short, cherished, necessary word "freedom".

And all this, that is, what is inherited by us by birth or acquired through our will, our efforts, our, if you like, talent, is quite worthy to protect it.

And this is not at all as difficult as it might seem: it is simply firmly, consistently and active to remain as we already exist.

Well, maybe a little better.