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If a person spends too much time in what he thinks is a safe room, he gradually becomes part of the house, another piece of furniture. It’s easy to spot such people on the street - their clothes and facial expressions are homelike. They move like somnambulists, looking at one point. They have forgotten what it means to live in freedom.

You have to work and take risks if you really want to live.

And I don’t want to live, and I’m too lazy to shoot myself...

- Live in anger. Angry and without memory. Look at this broken-down city, and it was built by two empires - Russian and Soviet, built and restored. And these bitches just want to have money nearby and have something to steal. So they fell for the promises of the West about a rich and irresponsible life. Think about where you need to go to understand such simple things. Danya, Danya, look at me, do I look like a hero? I am a simple fighter, cleaning the Motherland from pests.

- We continue to enjoy something simple, not always realizing that this simple thing is the most valuable.

Much more important than money, property or status is our inner state, or state of mind. In a poor family, people will feel happy if there is love, kindness and trust between them. And their rich neighbors can live in luxury, but not be truly happy. if their mind is poisoned by suspicion and anger. Common sense tells us that this is so.

That you're close.

So that He teaches the heart not to love.

Nor to love infinitely.

But love won’t come, it won’t come!

Not a damn thing in sight yet.

I have often been unfair to the deceased. But was the deceased a moral person? No, he was not a moral person. He was a former blind man, an impostor and a goose thief. He put all his strength into living at the expense of society. But society did not want him to live at their expense, and Mikhail Samuelevich could not bear this contradiction in views, because he had a hot temper. And that's why he died. All!

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