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When you allow yourself to be lazy, then you gain strength very quickly.

Look at the sofa next to the TV - this is the same place where you grow your laziness. Of course, you can argue that you are resting near the TV. I do not argue. There are people who almost constantly rest near the TV or with a glass in hand. Their purpose in life is rest.

A picnic in French is "a walk in the fold". Each of the participants brings with him something edible or gives money to a common cauldron. By the way, initially picnics in the USSR were called "mayovka", because it was on the May holidays that the picnic season usually began. A set of vacationers - a food basket with a white or red, exclusively to cheer up. Barbecue. Bread, toasted on a fire. And, of course, potatoes in ash. The delicious is incredible. But the meaning of the picnic was not in gluttony, but in communication with friends. Guitar, cassette recorder and feast for the whole world... Or rather, to the whole shore. Mentally! If it weren't for mosquitoes - bloodsuckers!

I'm not lazy. I just store energy for the moment when I need it.

Eh, good weather to cover yourself with a blanket, drink tea and look out the window.

Girl by the sea,
I don't know you.
People like you are the sea.

The great secret of education is the ability to ensure that bodily and mental exercises always serve as rest for one another.

Champagne is the Devil's drink. It is delicious, it makes you happy and loves you, and if the Devil is asked what he likes to drink, he will give you a bottle of champagne.

Here my soul is visited by a sweet peace. Lying on the grass covered with flowers, I gaze into the boundless blue of the sky, and above me, above the jubilant forest, golden clouds stretch, like wonderful dreams from a distant world, full of blissful joy!

In order for the heart to heal, it is necessary to give the eyes a rest.

Books are like a dream, taken away for a while to return to the rested.

His grandfather was one of the repressed Cossacks, apparently, he harbored anger. Much, apparently, hammered into the head of his grandson: here it is necessary to destroy the Soviet Union, to destroy it.

A sick heart will wake up there!

And the chill of the native river, and the dormant forest.