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В то утро, когда дети между собой поссорились и пошли по разным тропам, Серый лежал голодный и злой. Когда ветер замутил утро и завыли деревья возле Лежачего камня, он не выдержал и вылез из своего логова. Он стал над завалом, поднял голову, подобрал и так тощий живот, поставил единственное ухо на ветер, выпрямил половинку хвоста и завыл. Какой это жалобный вой! Но ты, прохожий человек, если услышишь и у тебя поднимется ответное чувство, не верь жалости: воет не собака, вернейший друг человека, — это волк, злейший враг его, самой злобой своей обреченный на гибель. Ты, прохожий, побереги свою жалость не для того, кто о себе воет, как волк, а для того, кто, как собака, потерявшая хозяина, воет, не зная, кому же теперь, после него, ей послужить. ——— Михаил Пришвин - Кладовая солнца #book -
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Dreaming by zemotion 
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haunted my nightmares by radacs 
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Loneliness by Waldemar-Kazak 
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"Arthur you're getting hysterical. Shut up!" Ford tried desperately to think, but was interrupted by the guard shouting again. "Resistance is useless!" "And you can shut up as well!" snapped Ford. "Resistance is useless!" "Oh give it a rest," said Ford. He twisted his head till he was looking straight up into his captor's face. A thought struck him. "Do you really enjoy this sort of thing?" he asked suddenly. The Vogon stopped dead and a look of immense stupidity seeped slowly over his face. "Enjoy?" he boomed. "What do you mean?" "What I mean," said Ford, "is does it give you a full satisfying life? Stomping around, shouting, pushing people out of spaceships ..." The Vogon stared up at the low steel ceiling and his eyebrows almost rolled over each other. His mouth slacked. Finally he said, "Well the hours are good ..." "They'd have to be," agreed Ford. Arthur twisted his head to look at Ford. "Ford, what are you doing?" he asked in an amazed whisper. "Oh, just trying to take an interest in the world around me, OK?" he said. "So the hours are pretty good then?" he resumed. The Vogon stared down at him as sluggish thoughts moiled around in the murky depths. "Yeah," he said, "but now you come to mention it, most of the actual minutes are pretty lousy. Except ..." he thought again, which required looking at the ceiling - "except some of the shouting I quite like." He filled his lungs and bellowed, "Resistance is ..." "Sure, yes," interrupted Ford hurriedly, "you're good at that, I can tell. But if it's mostly lousy," he said, slowly giving the words time to reach their mark, "then why do you do it? What is it? The girls? The leather? The machismo? Or do you just find that coming to terms with the mindless tedium of it all presents an interesting challenge?" "Er ..." said the guard, "er ... er ... I dunno. I think I just sort of ... do it really. My aunt said that spaceship guard was a good career for a young Vogon - you know, the uniform, the low-slung stun ray holster, the mindless tedium ..." "There you are Arthur," said Ford with the air of someone reaching the conclusion of his argument, "you think you've got problems." Arthur rather thought he had. Apart from the unpleasant business with his home planet the Vogon guard had half-throttled him already and he didn't like the sound of being thrown into space very much. "Try and understand his problem," insisted Ford. "Here he is poor lad, his entire life's work is stamping around, throwing people off spaceships ..." "And shouting," added the guard. "And shouting, sure," said Ford patting the blubbery arm clamped round his neck in friendly condescension, "... and he doesn't even know why he's doing it!" Arthur agreed this was very sad. He did this with a small feeble gesture, because he was too asphyxicated to speak. ——— Douglas Adams - The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy #book -
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