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I was in unbearable pain.

• The day will be wasted if he drinks!

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Learn calmness from the clock; even if it is late, it is not in a hurry.

And when the ceiling in the apartment collapsed, we generally banged three hundred and fifty. And rightly so. They took it in in the winter and applied it in the fall. You can’t do everything in the summer! Normal apartment...

Let's say I believe that I have love. God sends me a poor man in order to test my love. If I have, for example, two watches: one is good and the other is a little damaged, and I give the damaged ones to the poor man, then this means that my love is second-class. If I have true love, then I give a good watch to the poor man. The state when you keep both old and new and don’t give anything at all is hellish.

A broken clock is right twice a day.

Each time has its own weight. The hours of waiting in the unknown are especially difficult. They are capable of crushing the human heart.

Let learning be a thirst!!

- But they only show time.

Everyday life with its content rushes by like a racing car, at a speed of three hundred kilometers per hour, absolutely indifferent to whether they are brushed aside or not. The world does not stand still to wait for the moment when a person is ready to think about what happened or decide on something - the clock is ticking. That’s why it’s pointless to be afraid to get involved in something out of fear that time is supposedly lost - the years will change anyway, whether you realize what you want or not.

On that day, the old year lived its last hours. He humbly endured the reproaches and slander of slanderers and honestly did his job. Spring Summer Autumn Winter. He completed the required circle and now bowed his tired head to eternal rest. He himself knew neither hopes, nor high impulses, nor lasting happiness.

The life of a writer is all the more terrible because those two or three hours are not every day - after all, only about two hours of creativity! the remaining hours, 22 hours a day, these empty hours exist only to prepare those two real hours of life; For normal people, life should remain intact all 24 hours.

Having reached the Kulumbe River, I sat down on a stone and began to listen to the quiet, whispering sounds that always fill the taiga during twilight hours. The vast ocean, the sleepy land and the deep dark sky with millions of unknown stars seemed equally majestic.