The unfolding discussion of the supporters of unforgettable impressions as a gift with the "poor from the deaf boring provinces" became very reminiscent of the anecdote about swallows flying south, and the poor weakness:

Lebbons rest on their way to the south on the lake, to them floats a local gray hole and begins to itch:
Okay, you are going south! There is warm, the cattle are full, and I will winter in the cold-hunger here!
- Fly with us - in the south all places and food is enough!
You are fine, your wings are big, you can fly easily, and I am small, I will get tired quickly, I will fall and die.
- In the stream to fly will be easier for you, we can make stops more often - you will fly normally.
- Oh, you're fine - you are big, nobody will eat you in the basement, and I'm small - somebody tosses me right away!
- We can keep you in the middle of our band - no one will pick up, and we will share the food - all will be okay!
Oh, you are well...
Listen, you go to the ass!