The End Sit tibi terra levis (Latin) - let it be easy for you the earth The only thing guaranteed to be sure each person, as is the fact that his life will end sooner or later. Aura energy shell will disappear, leaving one frail body. I happened to attend his funeral in the first days of his work at the plant. Ironically, on that September day in a place where a lifting of the photograph I have, in a luxurious polished wooden coffin lay the body, surrounded by wreaths of flowers with the standard "official graffiti" from the management area, and businesses. Dreary lebezyaschim voice of the trade union committee chairman of the company read a long speech about all the merits of the deceased and stages of career growth. Among those present besides him was a guard of Labor, who suffered from senility and alcoholism. Standing close to the column, full-time firefighters tried to squeeze his face empathy is so alien to him. Closely at the event was not. They went to a notary public to share a significant property left after death zazhimistogo and thieving relatives. Alexei Petrovich was a brilliant manipulator. He knew who should drink and someone to please, that would move up the career ladder. Time "visible" respect and "opaque" games, which accounted for the period of his career ideally suited for its own stock character. With subordinates Alexei Petrovich was rude and refined cruelty. Many of his subordinates had gone to another world much earlier than he. Feeling the fear of victimization he like a boa constrictor rabbit hypnotized her. Not surprisingly, people began to avoid contact with him. To satisfy their sadistic needs, he always chose the most innocuous and defenseless people. He especially liked to make fun of people in all respects subordinate and dependent. However, in the Soviet time all interested only in the plan, so the brutality of the company director superiors looked "blind eye" and even placed him as an example. The new leadership of the company has left over subordinates freedom to choose the decision to visit the ceremony. Because only a few came mandatory officials, without whom the event was not possible. A line of empty buses headed for its uselessness in the fleet. And only the hearse, in which the body lay wreaths and slowly drove to the cemetery. Among the companions of his final journey was only a guard and a local labor union bosses, who could not miss the chance to record the situation after the event to drink strong drinks. Arriving at the cemetery, four attendants rudely threw the coffin into the pre-dug grave, placing it at an angle, because the size of the tomb does not coincide with the size of the coffin. Not bothering to long ceremony, before an expected abundant libation, gravediggers quickly threw the hole with fresh soil and stuck a cross with a sign on which was attached photo is still young, just received a job placement Alexei Petrovich. Over the past couple of years, cross darkened, picture faded in the sun, the grave was overgrown with grass. Just once, I watched as the tender-hearted old lady at the memorial week broke through the weeds, laid on the grave of a napkin. Then laid out on it a few chocolates, biscuits and a glass of vodka. Perhaps she remembered it exactly as it was many years ago.