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 Before, immortal love, too, was bound in superstitious crosses of glances, and flirting with the infinite Universe, the human heart guarded a beautifully crafted girl-brow, a charmingly charming deer-eye, and in flashes of bombarding glances could easily burn! now the crushed prefabricated houses are like saunas suffocating with the air of resin!

 Before, when the hopeless, helpless romance with the immortality of letters, as the only confession of the earthly confession and understood, not only as dreamy, meaningless nursemaids now on our very first date everything is also omitted: compliments, kindly bouquets, Don Juan's prettiness young mothers of children in their selfish irresponsibility prefer abortion, like female Herodian-orphans execute their innocent fetuses in their infinity!

 In the past, knowledge and the paper products of cultures were such that we could believe in anything new, now scandal books top internationally recognised bestseller lists, and what we once hoped to believe in, the message-bearing Fiction is dying! Now we sit your children, forever rebellious, rebellious, young adults, in front of the ever-changing wonders of electronics and multimedia, and the synthesizer sounds of robotics provide the beautifully crafted story as the fatherly hand, ready to educate, shakes and raises its fist menacingly, and we, the sweetest parents, wait in silence: Twenty-some years, shortly cut short, easily pass, and when each of our young flies out of the nest, we realize: were we few? !

 We have done the worst possible job: we have not cared enough about them. And they are no longer taking cheap bubble gum revenge, as we once did, but without bowing, our morals are ruined. Time is passing. The scars long suffered can only heal, no more!