I go in the bus, on the neighboring seats sits a woman aged 70+ years and from what it begins to count, turning to a young man sitting next to 20 years, that before was better, the youth was more educated, the seats were inferior, etc. and etc. And nobody reads the books, everyone sits behind the compass, concludes his speech with a question to the young man, who all this time did not pay any attention to her: "Well, when you last read the books, and in general at least held them in your hands?!The young man silently took out the Jack London tomic from the package and showed it to his grandmother. In her face was read directly disappointment and debris in the part of the continuation of devotions, the rest of the time she was silent.)