the crowd [Theme] Page 2

- Is it necessary to be such a wretch again?

Religions, political parties are attractive to those who want to shift the responsibility for their lives to something or someone. Life within the framework, according to the charter, according to the commandments is easier and calmer. The herd instinct is too strong in man. Give the crowd your I, become like everyone else, in return you will get rid of the inconvenience and anxiety caused by responsibility.

It is not easy to remain yourself in this punitive system, to maintain self-respect, especially in dealing with people, and if it works out - and you do not change yourself, adapting to others, they recognize you as a person and begin to respect you. The crowd tires people who strive to be themselves, it tires the need to maintain an effort of will. Therefore, the desire to be alone does not leave, it is easier to be yourself. Situations in which we are forced to change ourselves constantly arise in prison. Such a life in conditions of constant stress either tempers and makes stronger, or breaks. It all depends on the amount of love in the soul of the person behind the barbed wire. Love heals from the most dangerous disease of the personality - fear; be yourself in any life situation.

The favor of the people cannot be obtained otherwise than by shameful tricks. The crowd needs to become like it: if it doesn’t recognize you as its own, it won’t love you. It's not about how you seem to others, but how you seem to yourself. Only in a low way can one win the love of the low.

One of the lyre sounds lil, the other with a guitar tore souls to pieces.

One has only to calmly walk around the gallery for a while and observe which works of art capture the attention of the crowd, which it praises, which it passes by indifferently, and you lose your love for the present and hope for the future.

The doctor held the umbrella like a shield, spinning in an attempt to hold back all the tables at once. One table hit him hard and knocked the weapon out of his hand. As the crowd approached for the kill, he leapt to the surface of one of them. The table resisted and tried to throw it off. The doctor was balancing on top, squatting and stretching out his arms, shouting something like "surfing."

I say this for you, not for the crowd: after all, each of us for the other is a packed theater.

“And adored,” the girl giggled again. - Just look at her face! She was surrounded by the attention of a man. Hmmm, she looks scared!

The crowd will betray everything to ridicule.

From all the nearby streets, people flocked in groups, forming a single stream. Someone carried posters with portraits of Ostrovsky, someone waved the flags of radical organizations, others stood in the corners, shifting from foot to foot, holding Whatman paper with hand-drawn bright red slogans in their hands. The girl did not leave the feeling of the artificiality of what was happening. Everything looked like a carefully planned production. Have seen. We know. In Kiev, Minsk, Moscow. The same shots. Gradually, the crowd became thicker, richer, boiling like a saucepan of traditional Slavic borscht, in which, according to the classic recipe, fresh meat, and dark scarlet beets, and mischievous carrots, and, of course, crispy cabbage were ideally combined.

Yes, I am also dissatisfied with the actions of the authorities on some points, but I clearly understand that bloodshed will not solve anything, as well as the replacement of the main chess pieces. The inexplicable Russian soul has a number of strange features. Unhealthy and senseless heroism, aimless risk and self-sacrifice, fighting for the sake of a fight. The crowd starts with half a turn, including women and old people who happily wave clubs and anything that comes to hand. There are many problems in the state, but objectively, Russia has never lived better than it does now. How they do not understand that it is impossible to create an ideal world, and change requires time and tremendous work. Hard workers who in the evenings in the kitchen whip vodka and scold the government, young people hanging most of their lives in TikTok, managers lazily sitting on a salary and living on credit - all of them are only able to shout "Give, give, give!", like seagulls, but they do not want to act, build a country with their own hands - laziness, it is better to drink beer in their free time. The school was finished, and, thank God, and if there is also an institute, then everything, the plan is fulfilled, the development is stopped, and degradation begins.

She doesn't care about dark, invisible roots.

Why is a Bacchante moaning sick? ..