Character: on behalf of the author

There is nothing to worry about the soul - when it acts on its own, everything goes perfectly, and only the body interferes with it and makes it do stupid things.

And to whom does poetic inspiration not sometimes come? That's when thoughts pour out into poetry.

She was the fairy of Sorrow and always managed her affairs herself, without entrusting them to anyone: so at least she knew that everything would probably be done properly.

Pride is always punished.

As soon as Hjalmar lay down, Ole Lukoye touched the furniture with his magic wand and all the things immediately began to chatter among themselves; everything except the spittoon; This one was silent and angry to herself at their vanity: they talk only about themselves and about themselves and don’t even think about the one who stands so modestly in the corner and allows herself to be spat on!

Once upon a time there lived a merchant so rich that he could pave an entire street with silver money, and an alley to boot; However, he didn’t do that - he knew what to do with the money, and if he spent his skill, he made a whole daler. So this is what the merchant was like!

The classic situation in which a person with CSD is the first to die is a stampede at the lifeboats on the Titanic or a panicked loading onto the last ships leaving Crimea in November 1920. Anyone who has self-respect and respects the rights of others will not save himself at the expense of others - and dies in the icy waters of the Atlantic or the basements of the Emergency. Lowering the threshold of vitality is the price that a person pays for a higher quality of his spiritual and mental life.

Many lush, proud flowers bloomed in the garden, and the less fragrant they were, the more important they became. The peonies were puffing out their cheeks - they all wanted to become bigger than the roses; Is it really a matter of size? There was no one more colorful and elegant than tulips, they knew this very well and tried to stay as straight as possible in order to be more conspicuous. None of the proud flowers noticed the small daisy growing somewhere near the ditch.

Chamomile looked at the happy fluttering songbird with some special respect, but did not envy her at all and was not sad that she herself could neither fly nor sing. I

All the children sat quietly on the school benches and learned from their teachers; our chamomile also sat quietly on its stem and learned from the clear sun and from all the surrounding nature, learned to recognize the goodness of God.

Chamomile didn’t care at all that she was such a poor, simple flower that no one sees or notices in the thick grass; no, she was happy with everything, greedily reached out to the sun, admired it and listened to the lark singing somewhere high, high in the sky.

The construction site, of course, was fenced - but where in Russia have you seen a fence that you cannot penetrate? Here the board is hanging on one nail, here the corner post is askew and the mesh is bent in an inviting way. There are always holes, this is such a fundamental law of Russian life. And maybe not only Russian.

Behind-the-scenes ballet intrigues taught Polina a harsh rule: no one should know anything unnecessary about you. Or better yet, they don’t know anything at all. If you open it even a little bit, you will instantly receive a blow, predators will rush in, grab onto the soft meat and tear at the living meat until they bite you to death.