A mystical story about how the thirst for vanity led to a philosophical dead end... “All the objects of housing looked at the letter with envy. They moaned, sobbed from the lack of attention to them from the owner and angrily cursed and swore when Dimon lovingly stroked the certificate of merit - lover, shedding nostalgic tears of tenderness. “My beauty,” said the owner of the letter, admiring his award. She, like a beacon, illuminated the eerie repository of the body, being an island of hope in the world of the dead, contemplating it, Dimonchik received true artistic pleasure." p>