“This is a man of medium height with some kind of wooden face… like pitch black hair covers the conical skull and tightly, like a skullcap, the narrow… the forehead is framed. Eyes… covered with several swollen eyelids, the look is clean, without hesitation, lips thin, pale, pubescent bearded mustache, jaws developed, but without an outstanding expression of carnivore, but with some inexplicable bouquet of readiness to split or bite in half. “A coat is wearing a military cut buttoned all the buttons.”
You read – and you shudder. What is it? When and about whom it is written? – Written in the sixties of last century. But why such an incredible coincidence with the image, too memorable not to people of the sixties, but to our generation? – We read further. “There are no questions on the face, on the contrary, in all the details there appears some soldierly unshakable confidence that all questions have been solved for a long time.” What are the questions? How are they resolved? .. Maybe this is a question of general extermination, or maybe be, only that all people have a chest protruded forward in the manner of a wheel? Nothing is known.
It is only known that this unknown question will be put into action at any price. And since such unnatural confusion of the known to the unknown confuses even more, the consequence of this situation can be only one thing: general panic fear. “” In front of the viewer’s eyes, there arises the purest type of idiot who made some gloomy decision and made himself sworn to carry it out… when, however, authority is the appendage to idiocy, the matter of protecting society is greatly complicated. “
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