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Listen to your heart: it wants to tell you that it misses those places where you have not yet been.

How can I please you now, mom?

We must build here happiness mobile

If all the elves are drawn to the harbors, life will become boring for those who have nowhere to go.

The happiest part of any journey was returning home.

The path is dangerous in the wilderness.

Here today and tomorrow there...

On the road and the needle weighs

If life is a search for yourself, then why drag yourself to the ends of the earth? Sit at home, drink coffee with honey cakes and contemplate your inner world.

... a fire drill sounded on the liner. The timing was obviously wrong. Tourists have already managed to wake up and get drunk, and it’s very good to get drunk, when they suddenly heard sharp trills of an incomprehensible signal. The first natural reaction of the Soviet people was the usual - not to pay any attention and continue to drink.

All the best you do in your life will be done at the end of the day. You obviously don't like the youthful glow of the early light. Traveling in the morning does not appeal to you. But the dying sun - old and yellow and ripe - is yours. You don't like heat, you like shine. And so your last dance will be performed on this peak at the end of the day. And in this dance there will be your story about the struggle, about the battles in which you won and those that you lost, about those joys and the confusion that you experienced when faced with personal strength. Your dance will tell of the secrets and wonders that you have accumulated, and your death will sit here and look at you. Just like today, the dying sun will shine on you, but not burn you. A soft, pleasant wind will blow, and the top of the hill will tremble. And when your dance comes to an end, you will look at the sun, look for the last time, because you will never see it again - neither in reality nor in a dream. And then death will point south. Into the immensity.

Traveling around the world is a mysterious passion in human hearts.

There is something magical in this: you leave one person, and return completely different.

I experienced a great, unfamiliar happiness, an inexplicable state. How is happiness measured here? Ovations? You see, he got less applause than me. Let it burst. Nonsense! Empty shameful feeling. That happiness is cosmic, incomparable. Too bad I didn't have time to return. As a Soviet tourist during the years of the Iron Curtain. Nevertheless, he thanked the doctors for returning him. But, between us, as I saw the smoking chimney of the plant, I regretted that I had returned ...