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It's funny to listen to someone who talks about what he doesn't have.

You need to talk to people. You need to carefully listen to everything they say, not on duty, but delving into every word, because it is impossible to guess at what moment something will sound that will push your own thought in the right direction.

Such is the nature of people. No need to listen to what they say before the word but. Feel free to accept rejection.

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.

He talks so fast that listening to him is like trying to read Playboy while the wife is turning the pages.

But there is only one law and one and only way to be educated and grow spiritually on books - to respect what you read, to be patient in the impulse to understand, careful in judgments and be able to listen. And he who reads only in order to kill time, no matter how much and what, even the best, he reads, he will still forget everything, remaining as poor as before. But to the one who reads books as well as listens to his friends, they will open and belong. What such a person reads will not slip through his fingers and will not be lost, but will remain in him, become his property, to please and console him in the way that only friends can.

I don't understand why audiobooks are so good. Someone annoys and annoys over the ear. It is better to apply imagination, to invent voices yourself.

- You don't know that. You haven't tried.

- You don't know that. You haven't tried.

- Truth? Not sure the world will listen.

This is what everyone should know about the stars. We like to hear that we are adored, and we want to be repeated as often as possible. Already in later times, people often approached me with such words: “You are, of course, tired of listening to all these delights and praises,” and I always, as if in jest, answered: “Oh, one more time will not be superfluous.” But the truth is, praise is like a drug. The more you get, the more it takes to keep your balance.

The last rays of the November sun. I love autumn, but I always say goodbye to it easily. I already want winter comfort, lightness, light and white mood. I will never stop loving this time of the year. I will not stop listening to Christmas albums with the most sincere songs and jazz compositions, I will not stop watching good New Year's comedies and touching black and white movies. I will not stop waiting for loved ones to visit, so that I can watch some very sentimental New Year and Christmas movie for the thousandth time or go to the theater together for another holiday story, and then to a warm cozy place with delicious coffee and cakes. Yes, and I just will not stop believing in a fairy tale and a miracle in these New Year's Eve days. December will come very soon, which will unite us all, return us to childhood, and make us believe in magic again.

When indecent things are said, one should not listen.

Forgive me, dear friend.