Magic Farmer Dara - 2nd Edition 76 Morning, Baraz's Thoughts

This morning, when plants and birds wake up, when a tired engineer returns home after a night shift. In the early autumn morning, when the nose and face freeze from the cold. You exhale and white vapor comes out. Coldly. You look at the sky, and there is a play of light, shadows, halftones. Sometimes you can see the green light of dawn, the sun rises, and the sky, clouds acquire a delicate orange color.

People get up early in the East! The first rays of the sun only make their way on the horizon and people are already preparing breakfast, they start watching TV to find out the latest news. But it was before, now instead of the TV, the capital's residents are young and old, looking at the small displays of androids and iPhones.

They watch the latest updates on YouTube subscriptions, news feeds. Their parents scream to the children, drop your Internet, wash your hands and eat, otherwise you will be late for kindergarten, school, college, lyceum, university, for work.

In the East, children usually live with their parents in the same yard or on the landing until they are 40-50 years old or even a lifetime. Some would like to leave everything and go in search of a better share in the USA, Canada or Europe, but if the family has only one child, a boy, he will stay at home. Since someone has to take care of the parents.

"You understand, other people are not as selfish as you are Dara," said Baraz, who squinted and exhaled exaggeratedly. He had just sweetly fallen asleep by morning, but the young Padawan unceremoniously woke him. That is, Dara, who really wanted to know which neighbors live in Aunt Feruzekh's quarter.

Dara seems to have forgotten that the main goal was marketing and advertising. Too fascinating nature, sanguine, what to demand from him, Baraz thought wearily. He does not make sense to say something, flies in one ear, flies in the other and he does not remember anything.

Having prepared gifts, 15 dishes, Dara and Baraz went to their neighbors.

It was already 6 in the morning. Children's time for some and sweet sleep for others. Baraz, while they were walking to the neighbors, shared his experience with Dara.

"It is best to take spies in the morning, at 4 o'clock in the morning, when there is still no dawn, but no longer night, then the person gets tired, loses vigilance," Baraz said with a sigh and waved his hand down.

- Yes, I heard that they did it during the big purges, it happened in the morning, it scared people very much, created myths about "black crows" when people saw such cars near their house, so they immediately started to shake with fear.

"Ah, I did not work at that time, I was still young, but as senior colleagues said that it was an effective method of instilling fear, but fear is a double-edged sword, control on the one hand and hidden hatred on the other."

"This is not an effective method of control. It is easier to engage in hidden control of consciousness through a system of baits, but that's another topic, "Baraz said, scratching his chin.

Dara, on the other hand, showed no attention to this topic; he simply was not interested in listening to any old and unnecessary information.
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There were two lanes on the street along which they walked, but there were practically no cars on Sunday morning. There were houses on both sides of the street. They were different, some resembled villas in Vienna or Bern, expensive CCTV houses, wrought-iron grilles. Prepared expensive cars and cans of local production GM. The cars were luxury Mercedes, 5 and 6 BMWs tuned by a pair of hammers and a Geländewagen. Other houses were simply neat, brick, with iron gates painted with oil paint, less often carved wooden ones, there were local cans made by GM. But there were very old, almost destroyed houses, buildings of the 30-40s of the 20th century. They were made of clay brick, covered with clay and straw plaster, painted with lime on top. Over time, the plaster fell off, the window frames dried out, instead of gla.s.s they were replaced - just a piece of polyethylene or an old camel blanket. Instead of stone fences, there were shaky wooden fences with peeling paint. Bicycles or already quite ancient cars of the second empire, which were 40 years old, were parked near the gate.

But there were fewer. Residents of such slum houses sold them for 50-150 thousand dollars, and then either left for permanent residence in Europe, or bought 3-room apartments on the secondary housing market for 40 thousand dollars and lived independently for the remaining 110 thousand dollars.

The land in the city center from the once ordinary became elite and very expensive, they could not live there, since there was a very high payment for utilities. And the neighbors were all rich and successful people. Sometimes they forced the poor and the poor to sell their land. The rich neighbors did not want to live next to the destroyed slums.

Gradually, the area turned into an elite one, who could not afford major repairs to the house and the acquisition of at least a new can of GM, they were forced to leave the area.

Old and crumbling houses, no one lived there, they were put up for sale.

Dara thought, wondering, and having touched the doorbell, can I gain control over him or not?