Soviet children’s literature very concisely and accurately described people who later became Komsomolts oligarchs. For example, the “Fantasters” of Nosov. Two cute boys sit there, fantasy harmlessly. The "neighbor Igor" approaches them, they are ashamed that they lie about flights to the moon and all other nonsense. He explains that lying is useful. This is how he did: he ate the strawberries himself, and smelted his lips with this strawberries to his sleeping sister. She was involved in theft. “This is the benefit.”



Children, of course, do not want to not only talk with such hatred, but even sit on the same bench. Then the kids decide to buy ice cream. Crush the little things into one portion, agreeing to divide it in half. But they meet the crying sister of Igor and give her ice cream. She asks them to divide the portion into three.



How could such people “enter the market”? Nothing at all. Igorok grew up with even greater hatred and became a deserved master of life. And we with our ideas of decency so remained on the bench to dream. Now we have the internet instead of the bench.