Knowledge - light. You did not try to pass an autumn time on the Moldavian villages? What in remote places, in the distance from lines and наезженных ways? Try, you are waited many by the most different emotions. For example, there is some grief on the left years. Their traces remained in the form of dilapidated houses of culture and the peeled off paint on the walls obviously seeing the best times. In the form of ruins of farms and коровников, almost erased slogans and for a long time непаханых fields. In the form of those driven in houses who not having sustained poverty, has dared to leave at earnings. Now it is possible to broadcast as much as long from tribunes about a criminal mode. How it was bad two-three more ten years ago.
And how it is good and free now. And I here look at photos and I do not trust. Same it was necessary to guess that, the old-prestaroj power, opening of bookshops practically in each village. To the schools working let even for two pupils in a class. To medical assistant's points and clubs. Where it is all now, in our such free and democratic country? Have destroyed. Partly from mismanagement, partly - from powerless rage or elementary indifference. Will tell, what for in village a bookshop? And in a city already very few people reads Books. Your truth. Only in a city the choice is: to read or not to read. And at peasants of this choice is not present. Also what to me spoke, but still twenty years ago the rural boy had high enough chances to be pulled out from routine of a country life: study, read, arrive in technical school or institute. I will not say lies, the chance is and now. Only strongly it has decreased - without magnifying glass and not to make out. It is a pity boys, but they have at least forces and health. It is even more a pity old women: they do not have either that, or another. There was only an understanding, that they and will not live to promised on an old age of years of the light future. Degtyaryov's hope, Valery Korchmarja's photo.