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It is very interesting when the heart is filled with pride and the wallet is emptied proportionally.

Great, he completely forgot about our agreement. Wonderful, wonderful! You offer me everything: pride, the future, and you rely on me, but you cannot save anyone!

As a friend of mine subtly remarked, "All relationships are glass." Some see in this only a pessimistic subtext, suggestive of the fragility of the relationship. However, others will catch the wisdom: broken glass can be melted and try to create a masterpiece. We're all glass blowing to some extent. And this is a dangerous profession, because at any moment the hot glass can burst, leaving a deep burn. But in addition to anxiety about this, there are other related complications: sometimes the product goes crooked and oblique and then you need to throw the rejected vase into the fire, and then again dial molten glass on the tip of the tube, blow out the bubble and begin to form it ... This is painstaking and exhausting work, requiring incredible patience, in which both people should be involved, because in a relationship only one person can not try to correct the cracked vase, from which love rapidly escapes. However, it often happens that the broken product remains lying on the floor: neither he nor she has the desire to throw his relationship - his pride, fear, resentment - into the fire in order to try to form another vase from the resulting hot extract. And it also happens that the second attempt is unsuccessful... Try again? Or is it just not "blowing"? What is more correct - everyone personally decides for himself ...

Each of us can only try to convey our wisdom to others, but how they dispose of it, we no longer have the power to control. Sometimes wisdom sinks into the ground. Alas, everything in this life is fixated on repetition, no one looks at their feet, only when they step on a rake, they begin to look around and remember the advice of the older generation. Human stupidity and pride? May be. Do not know. Parents, especially those who have carried the burdens of life on their shoulders, cherish the dream that their children, seeing an example in front of them, will learn a lot. However, unfortunately, young people rarely endure lessons: they want more, better, and most importantly - as quickly as possible. They have no patience, so the very first collapse of a dream turns into a real shock for them, disfiguring the psyche and killing the thirst for life. As well as the easy finding of what you want. It is not for nothing that it is forbidden to help the butterfly get out of the cocoon, but if nature knows how to keep the golden mean, then people cannot boast of this.

“My eyes are much higher,” the girl said without any expression, exactly following John's movements. The journalist's remark made him smile: she hinted so subtly that he was forbidden to look into the neckline of her dress.
“You leave no chance for your admirers,” Lugo said, looking up. - For many men, rings on ladies' fingers are just an adornment, but hanging on a chain will be more serious. It's like a stop sign. If others who attended this celebration only pretend to be inaccessible and indifferent to acquaintance with a certain subtext, thereby trying to fill themselves up and interest themselves, you don't have to pretend - I see coldness in your eyes, even, it seems, my fingertips , in contact with your skin, go numb from your indifference to this kind of topic. It makes you desirable.
They, looking into each other's eyes as opponents studying their opponent, made a circle in a dance.
- Really? - complete indifference sounded in Nikki's intonation.
- I think that girls are too accessible, not only in terms of sex, but in terms of permissiveness, and if you add excessive stickiness, they only repel guys. We need to feel like a hunter. When a dead mouse is lying near your feet, which agrees to everything and at the same time considers itself a wild panther, it looks pathetic. Wretched, ”Lugo spoke every word clearly. - In addition, such girls by their behavior provoke the fact that they are used, in principle, there is a similar category of guys. Such people are used for their own purposes, often intimate, but I would never associate my life with a girl who at the very first meeting jumped into my bed, allowing me to do whatever I want with herself. Can you guess why?
- Because she can jump into another's bed with the same ease? Liebert suggested.
- Exactly. Why do I need a Sharing Girl? - said the birthday boy, circling with Nikki in a dance and not paying attention to the others. - Therefore, against the general background, you look regal. Not because you supposedly turn up your nose, but because you know your worth. You understand what you need and you won’t be exchanged for a small coin. Even here you came for some of your goals.
- Why did you decide that? - this time there was a slight interest.
- Why do they come to such events? Lugo nodded toward the bar. - Over there, the desire of many becomes especially clear: to find someone for themselves. Who exactly - this is already of secondary importance. Many ladies from the audience, as soon as I beckon them with my hand, will rush to my neck, not because they like me especially, but from an elementary calculation: a man who is able to organize such a party has some money in his pocket.
“And they are rather big,” Liebert said.
“Yes,” John didn’t deny. - Some are looking for a sponsor, others are sexual adventures, but they all stand out very clearly from the crowd, no matter how much they want to hide it. After observing them a little or exchanging a couple of phrases - that's all. You already know who came and why. Look and body language betray them. Your body signals that you are not looking for a lover or sponsor.
- Maybe I came just to have fun? - said the girl, turning on its axis, slightly touching Lugo's hand, which he held above her head.
“You are too serious for a person who came to dance,” the man objected, drawing Nikki to him again and entering a new dance circle with her.
- Perhaps I'm a good actress?
- No, Nikki, you are not playing. Otherwise, they would have already launched a female weapon of incredible power - coquetry.
- Yes, and you, as I understand it, are not trying to achieve something from the points that have been voiced, - said the journalist. - Otherwise they would not have spoken to me so openly.
- It seemed to me that you are one of those women who love truthfulness and straightforwardness. Am I wrong, Miss Liebert?
- Do we know you? the girl asked warily.
- Rather, it is a one-sided acquaintance. Or rather, even with your work. I read the last articles that you wrote - I want to say that you have the gift of expressing your thoughts and observations. Even then I thought it was nice to be with you and talk to you. Thank you for coming to my birthday today and allowing you to personally verify the veracity of my assumption, - the music died down, and Lugo, completing their dance, made a bow. “And thank you for our dance, Nikki.
He straightened up and, stepping closer to her so that she would surely hear him, added:
- I feel pride in you. Perfectly. This means that you will not grovel in front of the strong and will not sell out to the one who pays the most. I understand such things ... I wish you to continue to be as you are now.
- Thank you ... - said the journalist. - I want to wish ...
But she could not finish: Lugo raised his finger to her lips and, shaking his head, quietly stretched out:
- Shhhhhh ... I already have everything. And I don't need anything else. Perhaps I would like to be closer to you ... but someone else managed to win your heart. Even if I try to get you, it will get you nowhere. You even never they didn't try to flirt with me. I even envy that lucky man whose ring you have on your neck. I hope he is worthy of you. And you know, taking this opportunity, I want to tell you one secret, which is hardly such, purely because of male solidarity towards your chosen one: the wrong women - selfish, stupid conversations, boring and monotonous - squeeze men out like an orange in a juicer. Correct - invigorate like matins dew! Stay "correct" from now on.
John, just like at the very beginning, took Nikki's hand and, kissing the back of her hand and making a bow, went into the crowd.

- Can you throw it away? I asked, nodding at the dirty jacket. Now I had no time to mess with her. - Please.
"No," Lovitt said somewhat sullenly. - I'll keep it as a stuffed animal, a trophy. I will nail it to the wall and, looking at it, I will feel the pride of the hunter. After all, who else has a jacket-skin of Damon Salvatore himself?
Taking a step forward and leaning over, I almost touched her nose with my tip and spoke, looking into her eyes:
- It's dangerous to joke with me. Look how your skin doesn't become my wall trophy.

loneliness. Now I realized that there is no pride in being alone. This is a disease, congenital in someone, acquired in someone. It's easier for her to get infected than it seems. It is like a drug, at first it seems like a pleasant little thing, then you may hate it, but you are so used to it that it is not easy for you to escape from these thickets. The embryos of loneliness settle in us, sprouting with a new quarrel, taking root with someone's departure, blossoming with someone's death. It can be weeded by meetings with friends, cut at the root of new love, but it will still overtake you, grow again, reminding you of all the sorrows. Some believe that they have found a cure for it by plunging into the atmosphere of clubs or books. But the only possible cure is death. True, it works or not, one cannot say - the dead are not particularly talkative.

Lost, everything is gone with you,
You were able to take away even pride.
Trample my heart with your foot,
Being capable of meanness...

He chose the surest path to get out of the situation, which he considered difficult. He touched and aroused the noblest faculties of the human heart, namely, the ability to forgive and repay evil with generosity. He surrendered himself to the power of the being offended by him and resorted to him with a request for participation and help. He touched all the pride of a woman who already loved him, directly admitting to her that she had a rival, and at the same time aroused sympathy in her for her rival, and for himself forgiveness and the promise of disinterested brotherly friendship. To go to such an explanation and at the same time not to offend, not to offend - sometimes even the most dexterous sages are not capable of this, but capable hearts are fresh, pure and well-directed, like his.

A proud bird will never nest; it will forever soar in free winds.

Everything I'm proud of in life didn't come easy to me.

Tim wanted to tell Luke that he was brave, perhaps the bravest boy - and not in life, not in adventure books. That he is strong, decent, and his parents would be proud of him. I wanted to say I loved him. Only I couldn't find any words. However, there was no need for them. As in telepathy.
Sometimes a hug is telepathy.

Pride is a luxury that only the rich can afford.

We often pretend that we do not need a person, although we really need him, let go of pride, time does not heal.