My friend, no matter how many unemployed people now find themselves in the abyss of subsistence, no struggle: He struggles with the enveloping annihilation, which takes everything by relentless methods and spares no one, and how many vulnerable attempts go out of Hope on solid feet - what a merciful : "There are no more places to earn a living today!" "It can be divided by mouth!" - Everything seems to be destroyed and shattered, and even life-sustaining existence is becoming more and more difficult - children can only pay for one or two snacks of sacrifice with tearful pearls, because none of them: S longing back to the idyllic island of peace, escaping back and forth!

My friend, the summer is going to have better days in the saddle of beating soon: everything slumps down - the heating bill is a thing of the past - even tactile words, promises of cheapness bind, scratch, disappear most of the palate

What Man Can Afford: Set aside and squat as much as possible: Make jam in a thick stream from the ash face of peaches, and accumulate as many well-closing useful cans as possible for even harder times: And the very bitter fact remains: also rotting canned residue

precious number gone! It is the hardest to survive the alley-scented hours of the days, so that the Thought has already froze in gelatinized brains, and that the will, the compulsion of the ancient method of wanting to do, has been ground by the hopeless Nothing!