Money makes the world spinning.

The eternal feast of life in the world of the rich. New outfits, beautiful carriages, secular receptions every day.

He worked all day and all night to pay bills. And there was not a single ruble left above.

Money, money ... It must be fun to live with them. But in this world it is necessary to sell conscience to be rich.

What's better? Conscience without money or money without conscience?

The sweet sound of metal, the attractive luster ... stretch out your hand and the wife, finally, will be happy.

Why is it your fault that you can not provide for your family? Enough for the poor girl to pour tears.

Sell, sell ... Do not have to endure these humiliations any more. Go ask your uncle for a profitable position.

Money is the greatest happiness. This is absolutely sure of poor people.

But money flies like time, like plywood over Paris. Uncle is broke, can not help. You've been thinking too long. Do not worry, we are all at the broken trough.

What irony, the rich, too, are crying.