Book: Tales on the phone

To think is also useful. Maybe even the most useful of all the others. I think everyone should half an hour a day to think. This can be done anywhere - sitting at a Desk, walking through the woods, alone or in company.

First, everything on Earth was wrong to inhabit it was not so easy. No bridges to go through rivers, no trails to climb the mountains. You wanted to sit? But there was not even a hint of a bench. You fall from exhaustion, and you couldn't keep my eyes? But in all the Land there was not a single bed. You knocked the legs? But what can you do? Had neither shoes nor boots. If you're not seen, neither for the world would not find points. I wanted you to play football? Pipes! Around the globe - a single ball. There was no pans, no fire to cook the pasta. Even if a good deal, and the pasta was not. In short, absolutely nothing happened. Zero minus zero, and nothing more. Were only people, and everyone has two hands that loved to work and were able to fix everything that was wrong. And yet the Earth is still very much wrong. And all need to be corrected. So saucily sleeves and get to work. Work at all enough.

Napuska is the same gun, on the contrary. And it serves to destroy the war.
And how does it work?
Yes very simple. With her and the child are managed. If, say, somewhere the war broke out, we send a signal from netreby, roll Nelusko, press nestrasil and war as usual.

What is the point in crying if nobody sees?

...no happier than the man who can at least donate something to the child.

...that's what happened to the Old Adage that want Apple. She sat under the Apple tree and mumbles to himself:
- Do not shake the Apple, as long as green: Mature - itself will fall.
And what do you think, really down. Only when? When is rotten.

And once a market day appeared on the market people who were selling some absolutely extraordinary things: the Mont Blanc, in the Alps, Indian ocean, Lunar sea... the Language this man was so well hung that in an hour he has only one city - Stockholm. This city was bought by the Barber. <...> And yet he was wrong, the hairdresser. He paid too much for him - overpaid! He was unaware it was that every child who is born belongs to the whole world, and he did not have to pay for it - not a single Soldo!

... there are treasures that are only revealed to those who first pads to them the hard way.
(... some treasures only revealed to those people who first pass through the untrodden ways.)