It was a question, as well as always, about good and harm. Whether it is necessary angrily to create good, and what for it is
necessary kindly if only his name and commits the most black crimes? Whether the help to those who does not require the help
is necessary and bites a hand of the giving? What conducts the person on dark city streets to killing, biting and malicious?
Whether washing off of a sin by another's blood is justified, or here blood of the innocent more approaches? How to survive to
good in the world of harm, violence and lie? Whether can kindly sleep in expectation of self-destruction of the malicious
beginning, and what this such - sleeping, blind, indifferent good? And whether the same can kindly pretend to be harm and help
deadly struggle of harm with itself, and whether there will be it after all it good? Who was terrible siluetist, strange scissors cutting
to pieces angels of darkness on the image and similarity? neumelost hands and uzhasnost attempts it to do good from harm it is
justified - and from what it still to do, if in this World without the Sun, under Bezzvezdnym the Sky there is nothing, anything,
anything, except harm and who is guilty in its inexact movements when it cannot make the perfect sickle of a darkness
silhouette a good silhouette for the darkness over which creates siluetist - is perfect and does not suffer any other addition, a
stroke, movement of scissors. The silhouette that also is bad that you are limited by its area and cannot be beyond Harm Made.
Where an exit? He does not think of it, it operates - it cuts and mows round itself, without leaving anybody and if it not to stop, or
not to learn, the world will become empty and will not escape. To whom to puzzle over it, expiring pity tears whom as not the
assistant to solve this problem. Here too the sin, a sin of suicide of the soul, and here not to help in the usual ways. Though it at
first also has come to to it mind. It is not difficult, it is simple. Simplicity is angrily. The help is the answer. The answer is given not
simply. It is necessary to go. It is simple. Simplicity is angrily. It is necessary to listen to an awful voice. It is simple. Simplicity is
angrily. It is necessary to look at its is exact-inept movements. It is simple. Simplicity is angrily. It is necessary to peer into the torn
to pieces bodies attentively. It is simple. Simplicity is angrily. It is necessary to creep in bloody pools, choosing splinters of bones
and flesh pieces, pushing slippery fingers spreading brains back in the broken skulls, and to try to combine anew a mosaic. To
search in black silhouettes of harm let small, let ugly, but nevertheless, nevertheless for good silhouettes. It also is the help. The
help is the answer...