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- Yes, Your Honor.

- Swept over.

Pokedova, stsuki!

- When my mother died, I was angry all the time. The doctor advised to take out the anger on the pillow. So I kneaded it every night for months. But in the end it was the conversation that helped.

In Plato, the disputants seek the truth, in Kleist they seek to suppress each other, to impose their will and their goals on the other. As if anticipating the tarantulas, the upcoming boor, salamanders, levelers, he sees self-interest in passion. Sophistry, threat, innuendo, lies - such is the word of a person who speaks. This is not communication - this is enslavement. This is not a word - these are fetters.

The speaker does not need to be shy and give in to questions, but smoothly translate them into the topic of conversation that is beneficial to him.

The more interests in life, the more topics for conversation.

People do not want to be performed in front of them, they have a thirst for a simple spiritual conversation. The speaker should give a sincere conversation and look into the eyes of the entire audience. Every listener should think that the speaker is addressing him.

Every now and then we are prevented from acquiring a correct understanding of things by the words of ordinary speech.

Colin shores a large piece into his mouth and closes his eyes.
- So what about the fact that this food is not quite for the brain? But delicious.
- Thank you very much, Sally. - In front of Lilly put a plate full of salad.
"Just look," Colin says.
"Beth would be happy," Abby nods.
"Uchilkina is a favorite," Colin says.
"And you're jealous because you like her," Lilly retort.
- Nothing like that! Colin is indignant. - It's too old for me.
But his cheeks turn red.

- Not boring. Brave. They have nothing to hide. I love beautiful sunny flowers that can show all their petals. - Louis has no idea what he’s talking about, why they’re talking about this at all, but Harry looks at him like he understands and ponders what he’s saying, so Louis doesn’t apologize for the nonsense he said and looks up at the purple-blue sky, notices emerging paths of stars.

Fools during the battle are distracted by words, and warriors use it.

They talked and held themselves as if no words could express their inner world anyway, and language, in the end, was just a disgusting skeleton of rotten words.

In the house of the person who respects you, you must have a pleasant conversation with him.