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Telegram (03.10.2022).

Man will be resurrected: God has no dead!

A woman's life seems to be planned out, lived in advance, and only a piece remains after fifty, when the husband leaves or dies, and it will be possible not to feed or wash, but simply to live, looking for: what do I want? How to spend the remaining years? And it is very strange when the meaning is outside. You always have to be for someone, but not for yourself. You must give yourself to others, dissolve in them, if you are really good.

And a fraction of rain on the cold glass!

Years are filled with sand, like a river delta... People swallow grains of sand for decades, one after another, and then they suddenly realize: at the bottom of the soul, a sediment heavy as lead forms: laziness and melancholy...

Take care of time, hours are running out, days are fading away like cigarette smoke... the years flash by like a bad movie, and one day your daughters look like the movie stars you never liked.

fatal as the layers of the earth.

An ingenious invention in the form of military awards. This ancient trick allows any power to make a very profitable exchange. A person gives the regime hearing, sight, years or limbs, and in return receives ... a shiny plaque. As a rule, the victim of such fraud is very glad that he was fooled, and is proud of the symbol of his stupidity.

Because of the addiction of small states to independence on the one hand and the desire of kings to constantly expand their possessions - on the other, many years passed in a frequent change of war and peace, joys and sorrows - this is how the stories of the times of King Arthur tell us about it.

He was such a scoundrel that all these years I asked myself: Julia, where were your eyes? Let's say, Julia, you have poor eyesight! But you could, Julia, be guided by the smell, as all reasonable women do, even if they are blinded by love.

- Why? Nobody is safe. I never asked for this. Those were the best years of my life. And they are mine. Tomorrow may not come, but I insist on my past. I have a right to it. It's mine.

Everyone has a nervous system. When she needs treatment, you go to a neurologist. This is no different, say, from the treatment of hemorrhoids. The nerves are connected to the brain, and the brain is just an extension of the nervous system. And although in recent years we have not made much progress in studying it, very soon doctors will learn to treat it too - just like hemorrhoids.

It took me years to understand a simple truth: life doesn't get easier just because it gets more glamorous.

Summer is the time when all sorts of magical things can happen to you. Braid your hair with two braids, take an old bicycle and go wherever your eyes look, to the horizon thread. Or maybe go swimming before a thunderstorm and dive from the bridge, as in childhood. Running in the rain in a flowing thin dress and accidentally run into a stranger who after a while will become more to you than the entire universe. Go to the mountains with old friends, sit in front of a fire until dawn, laugh and sing your favorite songs until you wheeze. Spend the night on the balcony, look at the star pollen and be silent, so that this wonderful silence will be remembered later even after many years. Don't be afraid to be who you are, with your desires of a 17-year-old girl in your soul. Cut your bangs, weave flowers into your hair, wear a polka dot dress, jump over puddles and paint your nails the color of fresh lettuce, because that's the summer mood. To smile. Be in love. Live.