We sometimes hear now romantic lamentations: ah, the twentieth century -
Such far, marvellous, unusual, terrible, brilliant,
Seductively heroic twentieth century! Ah, a life in the middle of the continuous
Dangers and adventures - the present life! In it there is a truth, is true and
That similar exclamations sounded in the XX-th century... To Cure nasheju
Romanticism from dreams could a portion, ordinary of that time gorodskoju
Air, it is a pity, any museum has not guessed it to preserve. To execute
For descriptive reasons full synthesis hardly probably, and partial is dangerous: this
The dreadful poisonous gas conglomerate has destroyed set of people, animals and
The plants even accustomed to it, had time to adapt.
The mankind itself created and endured in reality a nightmare of transformation the native
Planets in the another's. Self-satisfied urbanists said that and should be,
That for the sake of the light purposes of progress it is fated to descendants problazhenstvovat a century
The in survival suits. Appeals were heard in the answer to destroy cities, to return to
To the nature to tyre out all mankind in village. Such slogans sometimes found
Monstrous embodiment. But nothing could prevent concrete scabs of cities
To expand and further, ruining water, air and the soil necessary for most
Simple livelihood. The romanticist strongly is mistaken, assuming that people
Desired century lived in those cities which are whole also now, instead of in those
Concrete caves, whose remains time, they could not improve
Are disgusting and now - a result of a long drama in which the beauty receded
Before utility, and utility has surrendered to cheapness therefore they have appeared
Are so fragile...