In the army, I once lay in a hospital and in this Uffite institution for soldiers, a doctor who worked as a courtyard. I remember his name was Edgar. He was old, smoked a tube, and possessed simple encyclopedic knowledge in almost every field. And, most importantly, it was a wonderful storyteller of wonderful stories, of which he had an incredible number. Once, we dragged out small boxes on the street - in the hospital all the recovering and easily sick people worked. And from one box, through the cracks obtained by negligent unloading, the bearings were filled. Edgar took one of them, put on his finger and twisted. And the story followed, as his teacher at the Moscow Medical Institute, a front doctor with a huge experience, participated in the evacuation of a psychiatric clinic at the beginning of the war from somewhere from Ukraine to the East. Of course war. Everything is rumbling around, the Germans are already there and the aircraft are tightening retreating almost every five minutes. Psyches are afraid, cling to everything and pull them out of the chambers to the cars is impossible. And then the doctor-teacher saw a box left by someone. In which were the bearings. And he quickly distributed the bearings to the psychopaths, put them on their fingers and showed them how to turn them. Mental ill people were simply fascinated by action and easily allowed themselves to behave and ride into cars. Edgard said that his teacher was the same doctor who subsequently described this experiment in a scientific paper, showing that idiots in some cases need to shut down, to cycle consciousness, so that the head does not give birth to other thoughts that lead to unexpected actions. And here I walk now on the streets and see these very "spirits" - spinners in the hands of almost all children. I remember that story with the distraction of idiots. And somehow I am not well...