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Maybe this is one of the European secret that will not discover Russia? To do everything a little better than you need. A little more. A little tighter too. A little nicer.

In the crazy waste of forces
In the last hour of the crossing
The Lord showed me an angel,
His movements are majestic...
How strict eyes of a stranger look,
A submissive of the highest order!
Not having experienced neither pain, nor hunger,
No doubt he never...
I'm a man whose pathetic,
I have enclosed in the trap of the flesh.
But perfection beckons,
If not achieved in the work.
In the work of the heart and mind,
In error, grief and humility!
So the bitterness of the slave stigma
In the soul creates inspiration...
And I more pain and decay,
Rare, bitter moment of bliss,
Than the endless slave prisoner
Granted perfection!

I've always loved bad book. Those that say that man even better than he thinks of himself.

To give orders - work too...

A good leader in weather like soldier under fire will not expel.

Time really is the best architect. It is even sad apartment house can turn into a pearl city ensemble. At the time, the Parisians staged demonstrations against the Eiffel tower, and now without her Paris believe that no...

We always tend to underestimate their peers.

... Reading returned to its original state. By the time when it was fun smart. Books become more expensive, print runs are smaller - like in the nineteenth century. It is possible for this reason to be sad, and you can honestly ask yourself - do one hundred percent of the people have to love ballet? To listen to classical music? Interested in a painting or a sculpture? In the end - go to football or to go fishing?
As for me, it is better to admit that reading is a pleasure not for everyone.

Walk around an unfamiliar city, if you are feet are killing me, not go over from fatigue, have in his pocket a little money, and a few days, is one of the most pleasant in the world of employment.

In fact, any war is primarily a war of ideologies, and then - competition in rate of fire and knockdown of iron.

Every worthy only of that world which he is able to protect himself.

... Sleep is indeed a true pleasure. If it was still possible to sleep for the future! To sleep with a margin in a boring evening, in the empty days, the long winter nights and to spend the accumulated in the years of reckless youth, or for urgent work, or for interesting conversations...

To admit that I like to sleep, like it's not even accepted. Found something to do - sleep! We have to work for the benefit of themselves and the state. Or read books for the mind and the heart... a Dream - it's just nonsense. Solid waste of time.

Pointless and stupid to fight with the perpetrators, they are guilty of nothing, and replaced the dead still come new.