“I learned from a book that we all live in a curved space back in the eighth grade. I remember on its cover there was a picture of a gray-haired man with a pipe in his mouth. I took him for Commissar Maigret. The book turned out to be interesting, although not at all about detectives. To be honest, I didn’t understand a lot about it right away, but I firmly understood the fact that every body, even mine, for example, bends space. This news opened my eyes to a lot of things. It turns out that what can be demanded from a poor person if he has to exist in continuous distortions - distortions - excesses? A ray of light even bends into the wheel, although it is an absolute value. What do you want from us then? Whatever you say, the environment influences. Nothing depends on you anymore. For example, you want to do good to a person, and then the ambulance takes him away with a heart attack. Or, on the contrary, you let some small nasty thing happen, and they thank you for it, almost kiss you. And most importantly, the more massive the body, the more it bends everything...”