The higher
the worldly happiness, which people have reached, the less they see the light
of the sun, the fields and forests, wild animals and pets. Many of them live up
to an old age, times or two in life seeing sunrise and morning. But they have
never seen views of fields and the woods differently, than from a carriage or
from the car and not only without having seeded and without having put
something, without having raised and without having brought up a cow, a horse,
chicken, but without knowing even how will animals born, grow and live. These
people see only fabrics, stones, the tree fixed by human work. And that not by
the light of the sun but at artificial light; they only hear sounds of cars,
crews, guns, musical instruments; they smell alcohol perfume and a tobacco
smoke; they eat because of weakness of the stomachs mostly stale and smelly.
Moving from place to place don't rescue them from this deprivation…
And in the
village and abroad where they leave, they have same stones and a tree under
feet, the same curtains hiding from them light of the sun; the same footmen,
drivers, janitors who aren't allowing them to communicate with the earth,
plants and animals. Wherever they were, they are deprived as prisoners of this
condition of happiness. As prisoners are cheered with the grass which has grown
in a prison-yard, a spider, a mouse and these people are sometimes cheered with
sick houseplants, a parrot, a doggie, the monkey which are raised after all and
not they feed.
L.N.
Tolstoy
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