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We're pulling apart and coming together again and again
We're growing apart but we pull it together, pull it together, together again.

Мы расстаёмся и сходимся снова и снова,
Мы всё дальше друг от друга, но мы будем вместе, опять будем вместе.

And I’ll say it’s gone to hell.

How painful, how insulting it is when people fall in love and part with nothing, without being able to explain ...

- Is there a word for this? A friend, a companion, or maybe just someone to share with.

Love is when yesterday we were the closest people to each other, when we were each other's support, strength, support. When we could die for each other. But today we are just a memory that we were once together.

We are together. We are all witnesses. Witnesses and participants, executioners and victims in one person - on the wreckage of what until recently was known as a gigantic socialist empire, was called socialism, a socialist choice. And it was also just the life we lived. This was also our time. And let's be sincere. Let's try. Although this is given to us the most difficult. We want to seem now either better than we are, or worse than we really are. We are afraid to be ourselves. Or we don't know how. For some reason, we are scared, now ashamed, sometimes embarrassed. Everyone screams about their own, and no one hears each other. We do not even recognize the past as an inviolable, unchanging reality. We encroach on it too. Now it seems to us that we have been deceived by the future, then it seems to us that we have been deceived by the past. Lost and never find ourselves, naively sharim in the darkness of history.

“You did the best you could. Did you believe in your friend? Did you respect him? Then stop scourging yourself. Don't take Barnes away from personal choice. He died believing that you are worth it.

The words life and death tease each other, but you can only live what you agree to die for. The one who renounces death also renounces life.

Previously, everyone was themselves, and now they are trying not to be different from each other.

Anger over the loss of a close friend cannot be allowed to affect our actions.

In love, everything is needed, and actions and deeds and words, and even evidence in feelings and in deeds. Love is everything. That's it. Pay more attention to each other, complement each other, be one. Your ideal must be like you, like me, that is, it is my likeness, I am your likeness, it is like me. A couple that complements each other is the whole one.

Most of the specialists (both representatives of management theory and historians) attribute the fact of the origin of organizational and managerial thought activity to the last quarter of the nineteenth century. It was during this period that two lines of thought development were united: the line associated with the social sciences (the theory of state and law, sociology and social psychology, history), and the line associated with the expansion of practical intelligence (in the field of politics, administrative law, the formation of large-scale industry).
In the process of this synthesis, it was possible to combine two types of reflection: research (object-ontological) and project (organizational), which existed before and the results of which were broadcast independently of each other. In this context, for the first time it became possible to raise questions about which objects can be applied to known methods of organization, and vice versa, what methods of organization and design create (produce) specific social objects and phenomena?

I want to be among people who don't care about each other! Not among the snobs who make you make a good mine when playing badly.