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Personally, life was easier for me in the Stalin era. Maybe because he was young? I studied for free, rested for free. At the Moscow Art Theater School, we were given food stamps, paid a scholarship, on which we could live very well. In general, I remember those times as bright and bright ... And how today will be remembered - let's see ... Will there be any memories at all? It is a pity that the youth is now brought down, seduced. Scary. Thank God, in my life I have remained indifferent to even the most harmless vices - I don’t drink, I don’t smoke. I've lived more than eighty years without this rubbish and beyond, I think I'll manage somehow.

Once you face your trigger, the memories that your brain has been suppressing will crash down crushingly, sweeping away everything in their path. And, as you know, after an avalanche, being at the epicenter of events, you may not survive.

But sometimes the cranium pulls out memories against your will. She places them in reality, replacing existing people with those who have already left. The brain seems to be playing with you like a puppet, substituting non-existent people into your world. And you are forced to live in this dollhouse, face to face with your memories, which at some point become like a terrible genie from the past, refusing to sit silently in his cramped casket. It breaks free, creating chaos in the mind and soul.

I will remember you all my life.

Memories are a heavy burden on the soul. Like leaves on a dying tree.

I sink in them like a ship.

Memory is highly mobile and easily distorted. You may be sure that the curtains in your childhood room were blue, but they were actually red. And the last time you went to a restaurant, you ordered chicken, not beef.

In the case of emotional experiences, the brain doesn't make a distinction whether it's a memory or something that's happening now. Every time you remember what happened, you relive the events of that day again and again.

You chose to leave like a sweet memory. Already on the road. But don't forget us. Remember.

That is, at first you dream about something, then you remember, but where is the time when you get pleasure from it, in fact, you live?

Treat yourself today to a state of lightness and magic with a cup of aromatic coffee...

I wanted to be happy, but I couldn't. Twenty years is a huge time, and memory is not a stone, but rather something fluid, especially at such an advanced age. And we keep filling the memory gaps with false memories. You could have sworn that the carpet in your parents' house was blue, but it's actually brown. And the steak on your twenty-first birthday wasn't steak, it was lamb.

Nostalgia is tempting. We find it difficult to let go of memories, because we think that memory only holds happy moments, but this is not so. And what we want to do tomorrow obliges us to think about the present, not about the past.

We are the sum of our experiences, we are shaped by our memories, sometimes an ordinary object can cause forgotten sensations, it can lift the veil of the mystery of a forgotten past. All our lives we collect valuable objects and symbols, each of which contains a tiny fragment of our personality, the key to our emotions.