Book: Pedagogical poem

Such people rarely have we come across now. And before many of them went on Russia - philosophers who understand the sense and the truth of man, and in a government fault.

Life is like women: her justice is not expected.

The second colony was at this time, as beautiful at thirty years old, not only for others but also for yourself a good, happy and at rest in his confident charm.

In of angry and strong colours, I described the boys crime: to Rob an old woman whose only happiness that these poor rags, to Rob, despite the fact that no one in the colony so lovingly didn't treat the guys like her, to Rob at a time when she asked for help, it means really nothing human in itself does not have means to not even be a reptile, and the gadik.

Only he who in his childhood lost his family, who not took to long life with no stock of heat, he knows how cold it gets sometimes in the world, only he will understand how expensive it is - the care and affection of a great man, a man, a wealthy and generous heart.

Nowhere there is great value inherent in past labor, as in agriculture.

At the ancient round space, enclosed three hundred year old walls Suginoi thickness, with mangy stupid Cathedral in the center, each square meter of the polluted land was victorious with weeds growing pedagogical problems.

- But how kerosene can be put out with water?
Osadchy was invulnerable, he knew this thing with all the signs of higher knowledge:
- Kerosene, when it blow a candle, turns to gas, and to extinguish it is not necessary. Maybe have to put out other items...
For example, me?
You we first put out.

The massacre is nonsense. True power is the gun.

Kharkiv sages, insisting on "gradual penetration" was actually sitting on an old, artisanal work, chairs: good boys will be useful to influence on the bad boys. And I already knew that the first-class boys in the loose organizational form of the team very easily turn into wild animals.

Kada b brehat umeu, as some parasites would say: come, look at Kurai. And frankly, not coming. Understand you fucking people made, delicate creature, not so much the work, how much anxiety. Robyn Chi, Chi Robyn, and look: people theoretically, but practically only on the glue good. When people wise up, they are from the old glue will be cooking. Good glue can go...

If the work to remain sober-minded, it must be recognized that there is a lot of hard work, unpleasant, uninteresting, many jobs require more patience, habits to overcome depressing feelings of pain in the body; many work only because it's possible that people used to suffer and endure.

And I got disgusted with the thought of teaching science:
"How many thousands of years it exists! What names, what brilliant thoughts: Pestalozzi, Rousseau, Natorp, Blonsky! How many books, how much paper, how much glory! But at the same time, empty place, nothing, one bully can't be controlled, no method, no tool, no logic, just nothing. Some sort of quackery."

Do you think the witch, so definitely on the broom? And with such a nose? No. Real witches are beautiful.