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She reconciled fire and ice, sky, sun and thunderstorms.

“We are people, we must save and protect other people, since only this makes us human,” I clearly realized.

Peaks to take!

White-white December. And so magical. He will embrace us with his comfort and mood the color of vanilla snow, he will dust off all the bad things, he will wrap the earth in a fluffy shawl, he will beautifully decorate our houses, he will quietly look into the windows, and he will give a piece of hope into the hearts of lonely people, he will light the fire in the family fireplace brighter, he will make the children laugh, and we, It will make adults a little closer to childhood. It will just give miracles...

And, of course, she will consider any test a benefit for her.

- The flame is burning out. You better go home and light a fire.

Beauty is not a nose, mouth, or back. The poet Nikolai Zabolotsky said very precisely: A

There is only now and today. Silence and tranquility of this day..

It snowed all day. I stood at the window and watched happy snowflakes slowly fly by. There are things that you don’t want to let go of because they give you beauty and peace. They also take us back to a fairy tale, to childhood. I remember, when I was little, I built huge snow cave-houses in the snowdrifts and hid there, believing that no one would ever find me. And these unusual secret flowers that you put under a piece of glass in the summer, so that in winter you can find a magical daisy or even a rose somewhere under a tree. In the evening there is another blizzard, and it’s so nice to be in a warm house next to your grandmother, who tells her amazing stories. The wood is crackling in the fireplace, but the fire slowly goes to sleep overnight. And the next morning you wake up early, when it’s still dark outside the window, and you quietly admire how the snow is falling, large white flakes, like butterflies, fly onto the glass, selflessly kissing it and lying on the ledge. And around there is a white, white planet. My favorite winter...

Light the fire.

Your fire does not burn my paws, but only warms my soul.

And shut up...

- But you can't stop him. He always comes back. Fire is a servant of nature. Your judge and your savior!

By causing harm to your neighbor, you take responsibility for yourself. By exposing another to danger, you risk yourself, since the combination of various circumstances can lead to an unexpected crash and your fate. A truly evil person does not stop even before this. He is pleased by the torment of the sufferer. These torments tickle him pleasantly. The villain's fun is terrible. He feels great at the sight of torture. The Duke of Alba warmed his hands at the fires on which people were burned. Fire is suffering, its reflection is joy. One involuntarily shudders at the thought of what conclusions can be drawn from such contrasts. The dark sides of the soul are incomprehensible. The expression “sophisticated execution” found in Bodin has, perhaps, a triple terrible meaning: refined torture, the suffering of the tortured, the pleasure of the torturer.