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The most detrimental thing about creativity, especially for a beginner, is easy success or the appearance of success. In my memory, such people did not succeed in anything worthwhile in art. In the theater or cinema, it is better to start from the basics, from the smallest. Do not tear into the clouds, stand strong on the ground, and it will bestow upon you.

Summer is always about the best, about us, about scarlet dawns. Summer is always about life, which is not enough to breathe.

If all clouds were similar to each other, they would not ask: what does this cloud look like?

I'll definitely take people's advice. I will repent before God and start a new Life... To live like the wind, like clouds, and so that no one ever - could get me for sure...!

With a palette of spring in my hands, I will paint the world in unusual colors with a brush of a mischievous wind, I will wash away sadness from tired eyes with warm torrential rain, I will smile with a dazzling rainbow, I will throw fluffy clouds of hope all over the sky and snow the earth with white bird cherry. And then I’ll put on my most beautiful dress, woven from a thousand flowers, and go waltzing with April, brush off all worries with the eyelashes of a light butterfly and fly, fortunately, like a swift bird, towards goodness, towards miracles.

Spring comes and a person changes. He is no longer in a makeshift dungeon, enclosed within four walls, but at large, under a clear sky, in clean air. In the field, in the forest, on the waters - everywhere a man seems to be newly created, or multiplied. And the earth, one might say, again enters into his dominion: with the onset of spring, the fields begin to furrow under his plow; rivers and seas foam under his oar; the air is cut by his sails; the very clouds part to make room for his balloons.

You somehow appreciate life in a special way when you contemplate divine clouds from the window of an airplane.

People can't see the stars because of the word cloud.

And so for now...

... That's what it means - Paradise. These are not palaces, not placers of diamonds, not fluffy clouds and angels. You are loved. And you are not alone. This is God. It is a paradise.

Autumn lifted her coat collar to fly away with the last yellow leaves. It smells of winter, and gray felt clouds are about to give birth to the first snow. November...

Yes, simply because there is such a time - autumn.

It seemed like it would always be like this.

It seemed like it would always be like this