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Do not seek glory and do not refine your ear to hear people's praises, even though your deeds are of such a kind that they cannot be hidden. Do what the fear of God and your conscience makes you do, and be the way people talk, as if it were not there at all.
Losing one's head is only permissible for a beginner who first encounters an insurmountable impasse and gives up. And, thank God, for decades of diplomatic service I had a chance to see a lot. Patience, which is necessary for any person, is especially appreciated in our profession. It's hard to piss me off. But it's not worth checking.
Quote Explanation: September 2014, from an interview with TASS.
You have name and fame. There is no life in your life, but you don't know it. But what an ambush - when life appears in your life, then you realize how you didn’t have life before. And it turns all your labels about yourself and your whole world upside down. Because everything was stale and immobilized for you, and life is movement, there are changes. And even though you were a huge carp, the most toothy carp in this puddle - but you were a carp that sat out under its snag.
able to live for innumerable ages!
I don't care how my songs will be sung. The main thing is to sing them after me.
When it's not released.
When it's not released.
Illustrious - he is a citizen of the universe.
Here today and tomorrow there...
Quote Explanation: 1919 year.
Like banners in a case, I keep them in my soul.
Quote Explanation: 1956 year.
- You also cried with happiness at the sight of the Dragon and shouted to the Burgomaster: Glory
And we will cry with delight.
Quote Explanation: A song in honor of the girl that the Dragon chose for himself.
Battle glory eternal.
Ambition, glory did not bother me. But carnal love, the joy of victory over many rivals - it was strong in me.
ANNABELLE: About fears? Of course. About the plan too. As I understood that it was necessary to wait out the night. Such a sweet one, he says, he tried to sleep, but it’s hard, everything hurts, then some sounds started. He got scared. I even thought about jumping into the sea right away - thank God I didn’t try my luck. He says you can’t speak the fear of the dark - it’s not rational. Not even fear, but horror. And then he sat on the edge, hung his legs over the abyss and sang songs. Lullabies. And psalms. Well, isn't it a bobblehead? And then he began to play with himself, he invented a mermaid for himself in a cave, he talked to her until the morning, he says, she answered him. She also sang lullabies. And her hair is pink. Funny paw, he says, he got out only after dinner because of her, so it would have been possible earlier, but she didn’t let him in. He persuaded her to support him on the rocks. Thank God, apparently, persuaded. Came back without a scratch, hare. And this year already, in the winter ...
