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Wow! Where does the forest come from? Wow, inadvertently get lost and gone. No staff, no friends, only stumps and driftwood, as in the Kikimor swamp, where they once wandered with Kuzya. But looking more closely, he realized that this is not a real forest - all the trees here grew from tubs, and the water beat up from an iron tube disguised in a large but inanimate frog. Well, adults, it turns out, also like to play with some stupid toys. They walk on smooth tiles and imagine that they are in a real forest.

They become adults by giving up their desires.

An adult cannot tell people who he is.

Adult life is generous with blows.

Surprisingly, the inner world of the child, his feelings, his fears, his passions, his aspirations, hopes, dreams - all this is rarely taken into account by adults. Even almost perfect parents manage to love and communicate evenly with the child until the moment when he is convenient for them in his statements and preferences, understandable. But as soon as he opens up to his adults, becomes more sincere, shows his true self (sincerely talk about his tastes, considerations, ideas, dreams, and just express a dissenting opinion), as they begin not only to dismiss him, but also to print him - and his hobbies - with swear words.
At this point, there is a feeling that you are no longer loved. And what's more, you kind of don't exist. Genuine you. There is only you as a certain object that performs the functions of "learning, eating on time, doing the right thing and obeying." About the present to you with your thoughts, feelings, experiences, it does not even go.
Are you complaining, gentlemen adults, about the "double standards" in politics? Yes, look at yourself - from you, from the family, it went.

Trisha guessed that in many ways she became much more mature than her older brother.

There is no reason to be angry. Absolutely all parents are the same, adults never condescend to the level of a child, and his biological parents would not be an exception. Common sense is like a spark in the night, an extremely rare exception, an infinitesimal quantity in the overwhelming mass of madness, so it is pointless to be angry.

Each creature has a name for a reason:
Stinky skunk beware of the tail,
Caresses are stolen so that you will not hear,
You will not be more insidious than mice,
Gossip Magpies will speak deaf,
Crazy ferrets, ask anyone.
But worse than a rat creature can not be found.
From them one trouble, what to hide!
Adults and children have known for a long time:
The fewer rats, the better to live in the world!

The Internet has already penetrated into all areas of our lives. And must obey not just elementary laws, formal, legal rules, but also the moral laws of the society in which we live. Otherwise, this society will be destroyed from within. And there, unfortunately, we encounter what? Not only with the call to go out in the framework of unauthorized street events. We are all adults and know about it - we encounter on the Internet with child pornography, with prostitution, with the distribution of drugs, where the target audience is precisely children and adolescents, with pulling out on the same street. In order to hooliganize, fight with the police, and then hide for the children, setting them forward. This is the use of children as an object, as a tool to achieve someone's selfish goals. And always the use of children as a source of profit.

Tick's strategy in dealing with adult liars is to say nothing, watching the lies swell and squeeze their throats. At this point, the lie acquires its own physical body, and it has to be either spit out or swallowed. Most adults prefer to push out a lie: covering their mouths with their hands, they seem to cough or burl, while others smirk, or snort, or make sounds similar to rustling.

Being an adult means knowing that in addition to great love and other nonsense, which is filled with glossy magazines - life for pleasure, passion, crazy success - there are other things in the world. There is still time, death, an incessant war with life. And marriage is a lifeboat on the edge of the abyss.

My son doesn't believe stubbornly,
Does not believe in war,
He says to me, "What are you, Mom!
War happens in the old days,
Now that doesn't happen!"
And explains why:
"In war, because boys play,
And adults do not need it.
You have a lot of serious things to do.
Why do you need children's play?"
He's right, my son. And that's for adults.
It's time to understand long ago.

But adults - ordinary adults, and not like Kira Sergeevna - for some reason think that a person needs to be taught a lot besides joy. And they teach. And then the brains become not village wells, but tap water. And you no longer understand the bird's language. And the tree for you is just a trunk with branches, and not an old grumpy old woman Gertrude growing in our yard.