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There is no way back. Fog ahead!

And meanwhile, the fog of lies enveloped Germany more and more densely. Hermetically isolated from the rest of the world, the country was given over to the power of lies, which the Nazis spewed out day after day, repeating it millions of times in the press and on the radio. For this purpose, they created a special ministry. Using all the means of modern technology, the fascists inspired the starving that they were full, the oppressed that they were free, those who were threatened by the growing indignation of the whole world, that the entire globe envied their power and greatness. Germany was preparing for war. Training was conducted in the country and outside the country, openly violating existing treaties. The purpose of life is death on the battlefield, the fascist leaders preached. War is the highest destiny of the nation, the loudspeakers proclaimed, all the free time of the youth was filled with military drill.

Bright light - freedom and freedom, dark fog - Slavery and Dependence... There should be no difference between the True Self and False Show... Each step of a person in a social network is his life story.

To be happy is to choose a direction, but this is not happiness yet, there is fog ahead, now find a way to happiness from this situation.

September for pine eyelashes.

And this gray gloom is suddenly dissolved by people. People who have been around for a long time. People who have been with you recently. Genuine sincerity rings in the surrounding air, and you smile with your heart and soul, because someone prematurely gives gifts to someone for the holidays, gently hugs their shoulders, brews fragrant tea. And you are covered with an immense feeling of gratitude. For the fact that there is a family, true friends, favorite work, hobbies, new projects. Just because the house smells incredibly delicious. Fresh pastries, cocoa with spices, the last November roses. And you, closing your eyes for a moment, inhale this quiet love into yourself, and then you calm down, slow down. And waiting for a magical December ...

... Fog... an adept of Silence... it envelops the consciousness with snow-white lace... a sip... the air is viscous... the aftertaste of November is on the tongue... bittersweet... already or yet... it doesn't matter now ... I want to drink it, inhale it until dizziness ... rush down the stairs with springy steps, out of habit counting everything to the last step ... just not to stumble ... how I want to quickly dive into his milky embrace ... dissolve in him...

What at first glance may seem like an insignificant trifle will dispel the fog in your head.

... November - put your hands in your pockets to keep warm - the smell of spices in the air - the light of a floor lamp illuminates the morning room - silver steam circles over a mug of hot coffee - fog and the last leaves settle on the pavement - records with a muffled crackle waltz on an old record player .. .

He, like fog, perishing at birth, died without living.

In the morning fog drips right into crickets tunes ...

Each new autumn is special... Perhaps, this year it is incredibly nutmeg, obscenely tart, very fleeting, unpretentious and ringing. Autumn, which allows you to drag out the days, like a thick pumpkin fog from a tube, quickly freeing space from unnecessary thoughts and movements. Autumn providing blank canvases for new ideas and possibilities. Do not resist anything and do not rush anything, just inhale the nutmeg aroma of autumn days and be open to contemplation with all your heart.

As Russian saints reproach.

Impenetrable fog in the morning.