Book: Lesovik. Visiting sleeping

Philosophy is the basis of understanding any profession, if it will penetrate - I think you're already a third of the professional in this case. <...> The remaining two thirds all sorts of things like knowledge, profession, acquisition of the necessary skills, the ability to handle with the necessary equipment and applied solutions. Nonsense, in General, trivia is unimportant, but the philosophy... the Philosophy is much more important, because without it, work becomes of your favorite things in the drudgery of the job, which we do through the power only in order to get paid. Philosophy brings us back to why we love this profession, talks about its advantages, leads to understanding and mastering the principles of the profession literally the fibers of my soul, and have anywhere from this profession you're not going anywhere, because philosophy is firmly caught in your trap and let go absolutely not in a hurry, and not going to do it perfectly.

Every step in our life can lead to something more than one simple action.

Grandfather taught me to rely on their own strength and not to complain over nothing, and rely only on themselves.

Elf - proud bird until pnesh - will not fly!

Now is contemporary art. Normal is not quoted, only crap in high esteem, and the more garbage you suffer, the more your paintings are worth. While it does not matter that these paintings are drawn and painted, if at all, and that can tea you accidentally spilled coffee or the. The essence is the same.

At reception we met a vixen named Jeanne, prosidevshy something unintelligible to me. Probably something like: "Hodyut the sorts, and then spoon disappear..." she gallbladder very shes increased in size, because somewhere it takes so much gall to pour it on others.

So my grandfather said that in his youth and the grass was green and the sky blue.

But on the street it was snowing. The first snow this year. Another weak, timid, melting only one touching the ground. It seemed that the very night dancing in an endless dance with these young and fragile snowflakes. There was no wind, and it was given to enjoy the dance fully. I involuntarily raised my hands and spun, mimicking snowflakes. Lifting his head, began to catch snowflakes with your mouth open. I missed the winter. Winter is beautiful. Very nice. Every season in its perfect and each have time to get bored for a whole year.