Equality is. There has come autumn, and I have understood, that in vain speak about an inequality. Yes, it is, but not always and not in all. We much divide fifty-fifty, not taking in calculation riches and poverty, a youth or an old age. I will give an example. As you know, a city at us not that small, but compact. Building mixed. Elite private residences easy adjoin to houses and the houses numbering on half a century and more. Here from here and a generality.
There is, for example, a residence of the minister, at the left - expensive private residence, on the right too. And through road quite such usual house. Also there lives in it usual uncle Vasja, processes the five hundred parts. But the season comes to an end, the kitchen garden is cleaned. The normal peasant that does? Burns the rests, dust. And here present, it burns, and a smoke clouds both residence of the ambassador, and private residences of neighbours. It is possible to call, of course, in police and to make the complaint. Even the dress will arrive, the penalty will write out. And poor (in all senses) uncle Vasja will start to think where to put dust. As a result will collect a bag-two, will wait nights and will take out under the next fence. And the same minister will observe of spontaneously growing dustbin from windows of the car. Here to you and equality.
Has invented? Yes is not present, quite real history. So, though in something equality at us is: one dust on all, one holes on all on the roads, one officials on all which, finally, indifferently concern both the first, and to the second. Have got used, probably.