Book: The blessing of the celestials

Xie Lian reached out and lightly touched the drawing.
The touch was not as noticeable, like a whiff of fresh wind, nothing more. But the young man suddenly tore his head off his knees, his wounded face even brightened for a moment:
- Is it you?
Feng Xin was ammmeasured:
- And why is the guy so nimble?
Mu Qing said:
- Let's leave.
Xie Lian nodded softly and turned around to leave, but the young man rushed to the edge of the pedestal, his breath even lost a little:
- I know it's you! Your Highness, don't go away, I want to tell you!
The trio immediately froze. The young man seemed terribly worried, he clenched his fists tightly:
- Let me... your temples are burned, but... no need to be sad. From now on, I will build for you even more, more majestic, more luxurious, such with which no one's temples can be compared. No one compares to you. I'll definitely do it!
- ...
The trio was silent, unable to find the words.
The young man looked deplorable: in rags, covered from head to toe with dirt, with a bloody swollen face. But at the same time, he spoke so inspired and decisively that it became both funny and bitter, the audience was visited by extremely contradictory experiences. As if afraid that his words would not reach the ears of the prince, the young man folded his palms at his mouth and shouted, turning to the picture above the pedestal:
- Your Highness! Can you hear? In my heart you are a deity! You are the only deity, you are the true deity! Can you hear?!
He screamed so tearfully that the whole of Mount Taitsant echoed:
Can you hear?!

If someone is not afraid to aim a blow at the whole world - no matter, wanting to save him or to destroy - I sincerely admire this man. The first is much more difficult than the second, because I admire even twice.

Deity for man is the essence of predecessor, admirable, also a teacher, leading me, and guiding light. But not the owner. We can be grateful to him, I can admire them, but not to make a cult. Also in the case of the procession at the Festival of Lights, I believe that the right attitude is gratitude and mutual joy, but not fear, not flattery, not reverent caution, and certainly not recognition of themselves his slaves.

A year can happen so much, and in ten years people change completely! It is simply impossible to remember every detail. In addition, many things are best forgotten without a trace. Instead of memorizing like me a couple of hundred years ago hurt a hundred swords and trampled by hundreds of feet, I'd better remember like yesterday ate delicious meat pie.

Communicating with a person, you need to pay attention to whether you are to each other, the combination of your characters, not on what you are. If I like you, do not change, even if you are a poor beggar; and if I didn't like you, you sdelalsya even the Emperor, I'll hate you still.

More profitable to collect the garbage, than to ascend to heaven.

Whoever of the two options - to add ten years of life or take away ten years of his life his enemies, will choose the latter, the person is called ' such is human nature.