Small opera

Today, only the pessimist lives on the whole coil. Because when we move to Mars, only stones will remain of food.
The optimist is wrapped in a mask with a head. He believes that the climate, economics, politics and microbes will be formed. As if they had nothing more to do, only to normal.
I wrote two films this year. One will be shot in Russia, the other in Holland. So said one funny producer.
Another producer is sad, advised to make a book out of two films. So that one day, sitting underground in an armored bunker, there was something to read about the naive 20s, when people walked just in masks, not yet in spacesuits. And the store was visited often, every week, without burning a kilometer quarantine zone in front of them.
There is no doubt that everything will be fine. But buy a book better. She will be like an umbrella on a fine day, a guarantee that the rain will not get through