On the plane I read one piece of paper .. I will like the paragraph..
“It often happens - you talk to a person and it seems like you like words and it seems, that there is some truth in them, and then suddenly you notice, that his shirt is old, worn out slippers, trousers are darned at the knees, and the furniture in his room is shabby and cheap. You look closer, and you see all around the previously invisible traces of humiliating poverty, и понимаешь, that everything that the interlocutor did and changed his mind in life did not lead him to that only victory, which I wanted so much to gain on that distant May morning, when, clenched teeth, vowed not to lose, although it was not very clear yet, who do you play with and for what. And although since then it has not become clearer at all, you immediately lose interest in his words, and I want to say something pleasant to him goodbye and leave as soon as possible and do, finally, deeds ...”