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People tend to adapt to circumstances and live in their usual rhythm and at the same time not strive for anything. Going with the flow is always easier than rowing in the direction you want.

Who in their right mind would look at a vase painted with bull eggs and say, "Oh yeah, that's exactly what I need"? You don't have to answer, I know. Someone obscenely rich, bored and mysterious. These adjectives perfectly describe all my life aspirations.

The meaning of life is in the beauty and strength of striving for the goal, and it is necessary that every moment of being has its own high goal.

The day was wasted if I didn't dance.
Dance is not the same as sluggish staggering between different aspirations.

Seduction of a woman is one of the most effective factors in satisfying innate male egoism and the desire to excel. It gives rise to a whole heap of exciting emotions in a man, from a feeling of superiority to a feeling of his own worth. Such a unity of perception inevitably forms in the male community the value of victories in the field of conquering women ... A similar state of affairs has existed from time immemorial, and even more clearly manifests itself in our pre-redistribution simplified time, when even a legal marriage, which has shrunk and lost all social significance, does not create this much - any significant obstacles.

The reader will find answers to these and many other questions in the classic textbook for secondary schools, compiled by the prominent Soviet psychologist BM Teplov.

Oh, of course, man has always and at all times idolized materialism and was inclined to see and understand freedom only in providing himself with money accumulated with all his might and stored by all means. But never have these aspirations been raised so frankly and so instructively to the highest principle as in our nineteenth century. “Everyone for himself and only for himself and all communication between people is unique for himself” - this is the moral principle of most of today's people, and not even bad people, but, on the contrary, working people who do not kill, do not steal. And ruthlessness towards the lower masses, and the fall of brotherhood, and the exploitation of the rich by the poor - oh, of course, all this was both before and always, but - but it was not raised to the level of the highest truth and science, but it was condemned by Christianity, and now, on the contrary , is elevated to virtue.

Lanchuting and suffering in the darkness of bad weather,
Your hot sensitive heart
Strives for the bliss of world happiness
And he sees in him his personal happiness.
But, my friend, holy impulses are in vain:
On a life scene drenched in blood,
Quite space for the profit market
And close for the bright temple of love.

- This is the mystery of the universe. When you achieve a goal, you should always find a new one, otherwise the absence of striving forward will lead us back. To the starting point.

The silence that reigned in the cave did not frighten her at all, on the contrary, as if it helped to concentrate in order to see, understand, feel something very important. Here, in the stone belly of the earth, it was surprisingly good, surprisingly calm, amazing... Correct. All fears, doubts, aspirations - all the fuss - as if remained there, on the surface. And here it was twilight. He hugted, bayukal, washed away the past, alluring, superfluous, completely unnecessary. Julia froze, not understanding what was happening, only enjoying the peace and tranquility that suddenly engulfed her. I guess that's the nirvana... But even this thought was superfluous, empty, worthless. There was no need to think, it was only necessary to absorb this calmness and immerse yourself in it, dissolve, merge with it. With a great emptiness, from which something unknown, beautiful, the main thing must be born.

On the surface, he [an ordinary person] is unremarkable, but how perverted is his scale of values! Pay attention to the horribly inflated reverent attitude towards human life! On the ugly protruding socialization and the disgusting scab of optimism! This is not a sight for the faint of heart, is it? But the most disgusting thing is the offshoots of rationality and the desire for order. If too heavy a load presses on them ... they break. You ask me how he is still alive. How can the pitiful, unfortunate representatives of this species survive in this cruel and crazy world? The answer is simple and sad: with great difficulty. As soon as they come face to face with the obvious fact that human life is irrational, meaningless and consists of a series of accidents, every eighth individual breaks down and becomes completely insane! But can you really blame them? In a world as inadequate as ours ... any other reaction would be sheer madness!

Any suffering will be little if there is no remorse. If there is no desire to make amends to those whom he trampled. Otherwise, there is no balance.

... bad thoughts and unworthy aspirations gradually leave their marks on the face and in the eyes.

But now it is the beginning of April, and the holy week is approaching. Little by little, summer work begins. The sun is getting warmer and brighter every day; the air smells of spring and irritating effect on the body. The coming red days excite the chained person, give birth to some desires, aspirations, longing in him. It seems that you are even more sad about freedom under a bright sunlight than on a rainy winter or autumn day, and this is noticeable on all prisoners. They seem to be happy with bright days, but at the same time they increase some impatience, impetuousness. Right, I noticed that in the spring it seemed as if we had more frequent quarrels. More often there was noise, screaming, gam, stories; and at the same time, it happened, you suddenly notice somewhere at work someone's thoughtful and persistent look into the blue distance, somewhere there, on the other side of the Irtysh, where it begins with an immense tablecloth, thousands and a half versts, free Kyrgyz steppe; you sweep someone's deep breath, with all your chest, as if it pulls a person to breathe this distant, free air and relieve them of the crushed, chained soul.