to listen [Theme]

So as not to consign yourself to oblivion!

At the age of eight months, the baby prefers not so much to listen to a book as to leaf through it. Give him this opportunity: this is a type of research activity, but there is no need to completely give up reading.

Children love rhyming words. But why? For the same reasons, scientists say, why adults unconsciously like to look at a pattern of checks and stripes or listen to harmonious music: it helps to overcome the feeling of chaos in the world

We forget how much we love being read to. And as long as the children are ready to listen to you read (and almost all children are ready to do this, even the terrible stubborn twelve or thirteen year olds), read to them! When reading aloud, the parent receives just as much as the child. This deepens the relationship.

When everyone says the same thing, only humanists continue to listen, and they, probably, out of politeness.

- Eda, you are my whole world.

He knew such people: nothing special in appearance, no outstanding height, no muscles that young Arnold Schwarzenegger could envy, no high position in society, but there is something so invisible that makes you listen to their every word and obey every order.

My dear Doctor, never before has the path of time dragged on so slowly, but I feel that I am approaching its end. Reason tells me that you and I are unlikely to ever meet again, but I think I shouldn’t listen to the voice of reason. I saw your world in your memory and now I know that everything is possible. Hurry, my love. My days are running out and I have become so weak. God help me, my lonely angel.

Big Brother sings and dances, and we can only watch and listen. Sticks and stones may hurt, but our role is to be good spectators. Listen carefully, watch and wait for a new disease.

The sky is still covered with a dark veil of night velvet, but after some time the first timid rays of the new day will begin to slowly flow to the ground through the lush feather bed of clouds. The windows of the houses are becoming more elegant every day, the faces of passers-by are becoming more joyful and mysterious, the air from all sides is filled with the aroma of spruce resin, coffee and mulled wine, hot cinnamon buns and an unusual freshness and softness for December. It seems as if now everything around is in continuous motion, everything is spinning on a noisy carousel of New Year's days.... and at home... at home there is hot tea under the measured ticking of a clock in the kitchen somewhere overhead, at home it is always warm and calm, and if listen very, very carefully, then one day you can accidentally hear how in the right corner, where there are jars of tea and aromatic herbs on the shelf, the most comfortable thing in the world, good happiness, will turn from side to side...

When the time comes to listen to your heart, the world is wrapped in a white fluffy blanket. Delicate snow petals are flying, white moths are dancing under the light of lanterns. This is the witchcraft of Princess Winter. Young, beautiful. Her laughter draws patterns... Magical Winter!

Than always get out.