accusations [Theme]

I need reproaches, my soul is educated by reproaches, and reproaches now constitute my food on which I feed. No matter how unfair many of them are, there is always some kind of truth underlying them, and this makes me look at myself more strictly every time, and my inner eye becomes brighter after that, as if some kind of husk is falling off from it.

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.

It almost always turns out that the advice and reproach that we give to others will be applied to you yourself.

21 years old

My hot, my stubborn!

The tale of our adversity without number.

Start and end your day with a kind word to your husband. After all, how often they become victims of our fatigue and bad mood! He came in the evening and was already guilty that he had not guessed to buy bread, his wife was exhausted, the children were crying. But did he deserve reproaches? Maybe meet in a different way: "Hello, dear, I'm tired as I don't know who, let's talk, hug."

But what I really see is that you want to be claimed. You want to be applauded, you want to be attractive and watch how worthless monkeys follow you. You are wasting your life. Wake up! You don't need all this. You can be fabulously happy without all this. Society assesses my words negatively, because anyone who is able to understand them experiences wild horror. How to manage such a person? He does not need you at all, does not react to reproaches; he doesn't care what you say or think about him. He is completely free; he ceased to be a puppet. And this is awful. Hence, we must get rid of it. He speaks the truth; he ceased to be afraid and ceased to be human. Human! Here it is! Finally we started talking about the person! Man escaped from slavery, escaped from prison.

- Why? Don't you know, father? Out of greed, of course. The way you created me, that's how I stayed.

The worst thing is that he me in no reproaches, but rather regret. The angry criticisms are weighty and tangible, they can be refuted, at least with his fists. And that's a shame - fog, in which it just lost.

To vouch a little. This is unsubstantiated.
Your accusations must be proved.
For the prosecution, I do not see the data.

Crazy girl gone! There would in school to stay. Warm notebooks to sort through. Give her a lousy Datev any scum.

It is better to demolish the accusations of excessive sentimentalism and neolitichesky than risk being ill.

Before you say anything, counted five beads, and before you accuse, at least a hundred.