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ᅠ If others look exclusively at your shoulders and urge you to get naked, and it is not welcome to speak frankly about your own weaknesses, failures or mistakes - this is a warning signal that you are offered plastic feelings and plastic relationships.

The war has not started, the war is ending. And the one who did not know that it began and has been going on for a long time is just a bastard. <...> The damned Maidan is the root and fault of everything that is happening. No need to look for someone else to blame. Blame the Maidan and those who staged it. <...> Time must pass between sowing and reaping. Sowed eight years ago - reap. And how did you want? If you had sown yesterday and reaped today, then of course it would be enough for the cat's mind to understand what you get for. But since they sowed a long time ago, they have already forgotten why. Solomon also said: “There is a time between sowing and reaping, therefore the sons of men do not understand the meaning of punishment.” Time passes between deed and fruit, between good and reward, between sin and punishment. And we forget, and therefore the sons of men are in no hurry to correct themselves. <...> Be calm and know that not for a millimeter God has retreated from his Church and from his people. <...> The Lord knows how to deliver his own, and the Lord knows how to bring to judgment those who deserve this judgment. <...> Not a single Russian has ever sung the song “Kill Ukrainians”, and we have heard enough of “Muscovite for Gilyak”. But we have never sung such songs, and we will never sing - we are not fools, we are God's people. <...> Therefore, brothers and sisters, anyone who can rejoice in war is only an unscrupulous person. This is grief, this is trouble, this is a cross, this is heaviness. These are experiences, these are tears, this is prayer. But there are things that cannot be done. None of us scolds surgeons for hurting the sick so that he can be healed. And many other things happen in life, when you want it, don't want it - but you have to. And it's unpleasant - but you have to. Maybe not? Necessary. It would hurt, of course, it would not have been necessary, it would have been better in a different way - but you did not want to. <...> Like any conflict, like any trouble, this trouble will go through the hearts, through the families. As it always happens, some will say: “What are you, what are you ...”, others will say: “Well, what did you want? It was coming to this. Don't you know that this has been going on for a very long time?" So much blood has already been shed there over these last, I repeat, eight years. But people who are invested with power and strength must do their job to the end. Here it is no longer possible to turn away, a step forward, a step back - this will not work. We must go to the end, to the logical conclusion and to the complete completion of all this swine outrage that began eight years ago. <...> We do not call anyone an enemy, except the devil. We will pray to God and worry about our brothers and sisters on both sides of the conflict. <...> Merciful Christ may have mercy, may he purify, may he strengthen those faithful ones by name. And the Lord knows his faithful.

To understand oneself, to know oneself is the main thing, the main thing and the hardest thing in a person's life.

It seemed that he was slowly sinking, and the weight of the water was pressing down on his shoulders. As if you are floundering, you stretch your hands to the sky, with the last of your strength you swallow air with your lips, but the brain is already whispering - game over.

An athlete who has not known bruises cannot go into battle with courage. Only the one who saw his own blood, whose teeth cracked under the fist, who, having received the bandwagon, withstood the weight of the enemy with his whole body, who, having fallen, did not lose heart and, overturned, stood up even more adamant every time - only he, entering the battle , does not part with hope.

Man is the burden of fate; the peace promised to him is unreliable, a carefree life is a deception. The lot of the peasant at all times drive a shovel with a bloody foot into the cruel surface of the earth.

Thanks? You are my doubt. You are the weight in my hands. You are constantly in my head. What is your "thank you" to me? What should I do with it?

Relief comes with every burden.

Life is hard and uncomfortable,
But it's cozy to die.

... Indeed, deceit is a shameful vice. Only the word makes us human, only the word makes it possible to communicate with each other. And if we were aware of the abomination and severity of the said vice, we would punish it by burning it at the stake with more ground than anything else.

Judging others is a burden that is very difficult to bear.

A tear!

did not fall.

There are things that are hard to control.