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To look good, a woman must be in love. What makes a person young? Passion. It doesn’t matter what the object of passion is - another person or a profession. Passionate people always have young and lively eyes, they hear time well and greet changes in life with joy. And there is no special “Makropoulos remedy” that contains the secret of longevity and beauty, you just need to work hard and be passionate about your profession.

When you get into a fight, you don't have to focus on your opponent's eyes. Those who like to glare are cowards who try to get out of a fight unharmed by intimidating their enemy. Better move your gaze from your eyes to your collar. Then turn your attention to the ground. Make sure your feet are firmly planted on it. In a fight, the one who loses is the one who sees nothing but his opponent.

And all these stupid people, Roderick... If you don’t want Ligadon, don’t buy it. If you don't want to get hooked, don't lean on it. They are angry that we made it available and desirable. You idiots, this is our job! These people... First they want a cheap lunch in five minutes, and then they whine that it's made of crap and plastic. McDonald's would only serve coleslaw if people ate it. It's there, but people don't buy it. We'll do research on AIDS, diabetes and heart disease, but first we'll figure out how to make old penises stand five minutes longer. What is the market share of sluggish members, Roderick? Sixty, seventy percent of the market belongs to the pharmaceutical industry? That year the Pentagon spent eighty-three million on Viagra. Meanwhile, the fucking Supreme Court is doing its thing: overturning women's constitutional right to abortion, taking away not only their choice, but their future, their potential. We turn men into inseminators, and women into factories producing what? - poor labor force. Which one will spend what? - the little that earns for consumption. And what desires do we inspire in them? - at home, which they cannot afford. Cars that poison the air. Disposable plastic. Clothes made by hungry children in third world countries. And they want it all so badly that they beg, scream, insist. And the problem... is us? These stupid monsters, these money-grubbers, these greedy mouths. They blame you and me for everything. They themselves invented us. They always needed us. So you and I have nothing to embarrass, brother. It's time to pay. So let’s not hide in the basement as if we have something to be ashamed of. No. Not for us. You and me against the world. Let death itself appear! If she wants damn Madeleine Usher, she should look me in the eye first.

Love begins with yourself. And this is my wish to everyone...

February, February, don’t torment your soul! I already want spring warmth, sandals and red kisses of the sun on my nose. In the meantime, we wrap ourselves in fluffy sweaters, hold hands and warm ourselves with kindred spirits, close conversations eye to eye, dreams of vacations with the sea breeze and spicy aromas of new countries.

Even now, when the first grief had subsided, Ogneyar could not come to terms with the loss. For him, Milava continued to live, she was somewhere in the world, only now it became immeasurably more difficult to reach her. So the month, having never seen the sun, knows about it and strives towards it...

- Look into his eyes. Now I know who our enemy is: testosterone, pride, aftershave. I feel better.

native steppes of the brave cowboy...

He never thought about the future life, in the depths of his soul he carried that firm, calm conviction inherited from his ancestors, common to all farmers, that just as in the world of animals and plants nothing ends, but is constantly being remade from one form to another - manure into grain, a grain into a chicken, a tadpole into a frog, a worm into a butterfly, an acorn into an oak tree, and so a person is not destroyed, but only modified. He believed in this and therefore cheerfully and even cheerfully always looked into the eyes of death.

And let's not think about the bridges we're burning. They shouldn't see guilt in our eyes.

Well, hello, short guest of February! Don’t throw snow like that, but rather tell me what you will find with your raid, Is it love, happiness, wisdom or success? Or maybe new roads, a star in your pocket or ringing laughter? Sit down, warm yourself, would you like some tea? You’re angry in your soul, I’ll knit you a sweater, I promise, and give you some lavender in a small sachet. Don’t be angry that you are unwanted and that all your thoughts are there, in the streams of spring, and in my heart I quietly hide a piece of a little dream. Raising the collar of my coat from the evil wind, I will sing about the month of May, looking into your eyes grayer than ashes, I will warm you up, just know that!

And something changed: he became himself, and not part of the vague mass of people, he began to speak as if from himself and felt less confident. And Zimobor looked at him intently and affably - without a threat, but in such a way that a healthy man, old enough to be the father of this curly-haired guy, felt a desire to lower his eyes. From the brown, shining eyes of the young prince, entire generations of people, accustomed to rule, accustomed to looking at the world from above, from the back of a war horse, looked at him. Their world was wide and vast, and the elder, whose white light had always been closed by the flow of the Sezha - two or three transitions from beginning to end - suddenly became timid in front of this world, realizing for the first time its enormity. He vaguely knew that somewhere there were the Dnieper and Sozh, and this guy saw them and drank their water.

If we ignore the problems and tasks that the Universe presents to us, then running in a closed circle will become a familiar sport, and the finishing point, one way or another, will always coincide with the starting point. Life lessons need to be lived and resolved in a quality manner, and not huddled in the fifth corner pretending to be deaf-blind. Such behavior will only ultimately lead to the same lesson, but, most likely, with more complex conditions in the task. This will already be a problem with an asterisk, remember like at school? The lesson must be lived - this means not running away, not ignoring, not copying off other people’s decisions, but lingering in these sensations and understanding why this lesson was given. You need to live your feelings as strongly as possible, and most importantly, absolutely honestly. The people the Universe confronts us with are a mirror of our problem. Ours. And you are not discussing with him at all, but with yourself. Look at what you are closing your eyes to. This way you can understand what exactly your lesson is.

The snow melts and flowers bloom in our souls. Flowers of hope, happiness, inspiration and love.