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In Tbilisi always was considered that if a woman knew more than one man, so she slept with half of humanity.

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Hardly a good job
flow of life across
to build a dam
thinking to slow down its progress:
as the river not pregorative,
and output it to the sea
will definitely find.
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Fastest
we are moving onward and upward
the slope h e l o V e h n o s t and steep,
stopping,
not otherwise, to extend only
a helping hand to another.
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You suddenly find yourself accidentally -
in close lives and their oughts
relationship -
you are no better than the thief
laying on your shoulder
just not their duties.
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Not so much, maybe, doing,
as the thoughts of the people of the dark is the power of one
that, while remaining mostly inconspicuous,
its more gnitude total mass
gradually pushing the world closer
to the edge of the abyss to the hopeless.
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Consciousness is self-creating
as their own life
and within the Noosphere,
gets the result
gradually expanding,
not only planetary dimensions!

I gradually realized that writing for children is the best job, it requires a lot of knowledge, not only literary...

When last year committed the horrible murder of the Jews, the massacre, which killed women and children, I knew that we lose the war, because it is in the same moment lost its meaning as a struggle for living space and degenerated into an unbridled, inhuman, barbaric destruction of the people, which is impossible to justify in the eyes of the German people and which would be severely condemned by the international community. There can be no justification nor torture tortured in the prisons of the poles, nor the executions and brutal atrocities against prisoners of war.



Explanation of the quote:

Fragments from my diary/
14 Feb 1943.

The greatest evil in the world is a lie. It produces all the evil. How to fool us all and public opinion. No Newspapers that I would not have lied. It's politics, Economics, history, social or cultural sphere, everywhere trampled, falsified, mutilated and misinterpret the truth.



Explanation of the quote:

Fragments from my diary.
21 Aug 1942.

About ignore.
There are times when a Woman likes you, and you 100% know she likes you, you started it not childish, she is ready to give you... a little bit More and sex! But she's not picking up or responding to texts. All of a sudden. You shied away by the current, after all you have almost a section and almost landed. Your Suceska essence celebrates the victory on the next hole, but... bummer. For no reason and suddenly. And here the most difficult to keep from re-call, SMS, letter gunnedah where you all started...
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If a woman starts to ignore you for no reason, it means that she has a reason for this ignore. In 90% of cases ignore - eternal in the sense of you, you will never give and will not allow... And do not care about your men's unbelief. Admit it. Look for a new sucker, and this sometimes masturbate, fantasy presenting your first time...
(conditionally zatsenzureno version)

To touch a woman.
Men love in conversation with a strange woman to touch her. Sleeve or arm, blowing a speck of dust from her neck, straightening her hair, and so on... Thus, the male establishes tactile contact, essentially "labeling" the female their self. In the hope that the female sought I like it and she soon, if not flow, but will melt after falling into men's arms...
However-however... Most of the time, the lady like touch, and not because the male does not like it, but because the Woman does not like to be touched by unfamiliar people, and personal sympathy here departs on the second plan.
So unfamiliar female better to touch when she first touched you. Not before. But it's too late.

He had no idea what she was doing in social networks.

The truth is not the paint that lies on top of the image, not what is intended to retouch someone's daub, gaudy - leave men at least their tastes, in the end, everything is a delusion. It is akin to crystal glass, healing broth, and with reference to painting (comparatively) - the ability, the desire to display three shades, for example gray, according to time and place.

The children tried to appeal to the conscience of passers-by, urging: "We really are very, very hungry. We have not eaten. Give us a piece of bread or even a potato or an onion, to live at least until tomorrow."
But almost no one had this one bulb, and those who it was - didn't have a heart. The war turned him to stone.

A thin, weak voice they sang about a young soldier wounded on the battlefield, dying all alone and calling: "Mother!" But mom's not around. It is far and not know that the son dies, it shakes only mother earth, soothing rustle of trees and herbs: "Sleep, son, sleep, my love!", and instead of the cross of merit to the dead chest falls from the tree the flower is its only reward.

War is a destructive force, it is a brake on progress.

Mother attached great importance to the total meal - it was her way to support us. She was sure that the table was laid with a clean tablecloth and napkins were beautifully presented. Before you sit down, the mother looked in the mirror, checking if she has elegant appearance, slightly podrias, straightening hair and a nervous movement of hands smoothed his dress. But how to smooth out wrinkles around the eyes, which with each passing month it was deeper and deeper?