Book: Mothers and daughters, or vacation in Atyashevo

How to judge success life or not? What are the criteria to evaluate? The presence of prestigious work, wealth, health, beauty, family, finally, says nothing about happiness.

We, the Russians, it's in the blood. When hurt, scared or sad, better to joke than to cry. And when, on the contrary, is nice and quiet - so God himself commanded to joke...

About the future it is necessary not to dream, and to prepare for it, soberly assessing the future.

So often we plan our actions, but do not consider those possibilities and sometimes unpleasant surprises that life presents us. And sometimes they can sometimes change everything beyond recognition. Whether they are random or subject to some higher power, hardly anyone knows for sure. But they exist - and rightly so...

Maybe, we life is only one way possible, and on the other-and nothing to do. Only here would know where she is, the straight track, but to find her quickly... And not all feet stomp while looking, and life that time really will fly past.

Our vision of beauty also changes when we change.

In our time, the theory that a woman should make the first move, built almost a cult, and it is worth sometimes to think about how the men rate this pervasively woman. Perhaps, as too readily available? Is not this the secret of modern man's indecision? Maybe instead go to the man meet, sometimes still should wait?

Yes, life is sometimes quite a strange thing; sometimes it happens that what is absolutely impossible neither to expect nor to predict...

It's an amazing feeling when you get a warm feeling just from the mere thought that you lovely people exist in this world that you see it and deal with it.

Favorite woman is not lying on the road, just missed - and he's in the wind...

Better to be unhappy here, with him, than even more unhappy somewhere else, away from him, without any chance to even see him from afar...

When you're so busy with daily chores, that leaves less time for the heart of the experience...

Sometimes it seems that nature herself sympathizes with the people. Of course, the pragmatist will say that it is just a coincidence that people just tend to perceive everything that happens around, through the prism of his mood. Perhaps it is, but, probably, no man on earth who didn't know how bright the sun shines, when my heart is light and, on the contrary, the skies begin to frown, when your heart falls in sorrow?

Only one thing left, to wait and rely on fate. Trust me, she knows better than us how to...