Book: Year of the active sun

In the morning I did not want to get up - at least half an hour more, at least ten minutes to lie down relaxed, listening to the heavy, unrested body. But there was not a minute left.

It turns out that we are all, in essence, ordinary women. With the difference that some break the glass of rivals naturally, others, like me, mentally.

Why do we wait for a round date to say kind words to a person? Why don't we say them in everyday life? If a person works well, we are still afraid to praise - no matter how relaxed. And if we praise sparingly, then right there: “But I could have worked better, I didn’t finish it, I didn’t take it into account, I didn’t finish it!” "Undo", "under", "under"...

Still, it's bad when friends are connected at work. Inevitably, something suffers - either friendship or work.

You see, joy is shared with everyone, and grief - only with loved ones.

There is a lot of everything in the world - intelligence, education, strength, food, junk ... And only one thing is always missing - kindness. You can’t grow it in the fields, you can’t grind it on a machine and you won’t get a diploma.

A person enjoys only what rarely falls to him.

Grief makes us vulnerable and defenseless, anyone can offend us. Why is it said that grief makes a person wise and steadfast? Not true. Grief teaches to humiliation and humility.

“The family is a strong, reliable rear” - who came up with this? How often this reliable rear shoots in the back!