. In My Consciousness, In My Long-term Memory Ran,

. In my consciousness, in my long-term memory ran, similarly to beaten out on Granite pedestal to the letters, one externally insignificant episode. I have left from Editions of magazine " Neva " on the Neva prospectus also has gone to trolleybus To stop of number of a route necessary to me. By me the brisk crowd moved Men and women, I stood some minutes, expecting transport, but for this time Among hundreds going people flowing round me has not found out any completely The healthy person! It has so shaken(amazed) me (in fact usually you hasten(hurry), not Turning on what around of attention), that I have passed(missed) the approached(suited) trolley bus and, as the column, continued to peer at motley crowd. These(it) a little The stopped minutes, this sad revelation me, that I so shocked Till now I can not get rid of an idea revolting consciousness: what is We with ourselves, with favourite, do(make)? What we get up?. That is there was all According to(Agree) to an epigraph to the book " Travel from Petersburg to Moscow ": " I have looked me, and the soul washing is wounded by sufferings of mankind Became ".