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- Drunkard - mother - grief in the family!

Our time, good God! Yes, this is the real Ark of the Covenant: woe to the one who touches it!

To love is to believe.

Woe to the peoples who do not know how to properly limit the sphere of state activity. Little by little, private enterprise will disappear from them, and with it wealth, prosperity, independence, awareness of their own dignity.

Of course, I like to stay awake at night and enjoy the cool darkness. When darkness falls on the city, the mind is filled with silence, silence, calmness. The events of the day turn into a long forgotten past. Night is my favorite time of the day, because only in these dark hours I have hope that everything will be fine in the future. It is during the night hours that faith is born that everything will end happily. And as the night will be replaced by day, so grief will be replaced by happiness ... And fears will sink into oblivion and all frightening assumptions will turn out to be stupidity.

Death and grief are a natural part of life. It's nothing you can do.

Don't worry, it's a big sin. The child cries because it does not understand anything; and whoever has grown up must help his own grief.

So that you are not worried.

And turned joy into sorrow.

You can grieve without forgetting other important things.

Memories, of course, are impossible for me, I cannot afford to be separated from you enough to remember

At night I lie, I think, how would you console me.

It is amazing that death arouses in people a desperate desire to speak and a desperate unwillingness to listen to the one who remains, and to look in themselves at the one who died: after all, he could not yet disappear from them completely, which means you can look at him, he is not yet invisible.

For some, grief immediately knocks down like a storm wave, while for others it spreads slowly, like ink in water.