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After all, if the wizard does not do this, then the alternative cannot be reconciled.

- Well, let's get only the good out of everything. Bread breathes and thank God.

stage. A show in which the stars of our show business spoil the performances of professional skaters.

channel. Only on our channel in the middle of the program can there be news.

It's depression honey. Your heart may be broken, but the show must go on because if it stops, you will starve. Every night I have to go out, sing, dance, entertain, hoping that he will return.

“I booked tickets for us a few weeks ago. At least that's what I was just told at the checkout. So it's best to make sure that this is the case. Remind me then to go back in time and buy them, okay? The universe could explode if I don't.

16 does not fulfill its social function at all? On the contrary, eighth-graders want to get into the project. And after all, they have a casting there. I thought, how does it feel to get pregnant for the show and not get cast?

These inflated expectations from gymnasts are infuriate. These guys who say, "Mm.... You're a gymnast, you probably do this in bed!" If there is a tape, a hoop and a ball - I can arrange a show!" ... There is this myth that twine helps to surprise in bed. Twine in bed helped me only once, when I tucked the blanket into the duvet cover, keep the corners.

I love the show Bachelor on TNT. Soon, by the way, there will be a new season. The world of the escort is now agitated as if a corporate office of Roscosmos is being planned.

Bill Mar ends each episode of his HBO show Real Time with a monologue. He usually chooses political topics. But on May 12, 2017, Mar looked into the camera and said: Social media tycoons should stop pretending to be friendly nerd gods building a better world, and confess that they are just plain T-shirt tobacco farmers selling addictive products to children. Let's be honest with ourselves: checking likes has become the equivalent of smoking.

It will not be possible to rest in this world only from the majority, to whom it seems that it is thinking. - paraphrase. J. Bernard Shaw.

There is an outstanding book "Near the Monastery Walls" by Sergei Volkov, one of the last graduates of the old Moscow Theological Academy. In my opinion, one of the best works about the Church and the Trinity-Sergius Lavra of the period of the revolution. Volkov knew Saint Tikhon, Hieromartyr Hilarion Troitsky, listened to Florensky's lectures, saw the closure of the Lavra in the 1920s and its opening after the war, taught, and became beggar. He died in the 1960s without having a family and spent his entire life working on diaries and memories, most of which have disappeared. But even what has been preserved and published in the form of the above book amazes with the volume of knowledge and amazing language, poetic, soft and deep, which marked the era of modernity.
But not only that is attractive. He was replaced by family, household amenities, friends, social circle of the book. He was a man who read all his life voraciously, who in the most bleak years obtained, bit by bit, rare, often forbidden books, analyzed them, got used to them, communicated with them as with living people. Reading, organizing what he read, analyzing texts and ideas became for Volkov the main and main business of life.
The records contain several thousand (!) Books, brochures and articles from the 18th to the middle of the 20th century. Volkov recalled how he returned to books during the difficult war years. “I again plunged into the world of knowledge and truly aesthetic pleasure. And again, as once upon a time in the academic years, I was carried away by all this. Antique World, Middle Ages and Renaissance; Goethe, Shakespeare, Dostoevsky and Balzac; Persian, Japanese and Chinese poets; the history of China and Egypt, philosophical and archaeological journals, memoirs, works, travel - everything came to life for me again. I read new and re-read old books ... Books are material clots of the world mind and world soul - you were true teachers and companions in life. The Academy and Florensky, symbolists, mystics, dreamers, visionaries, poets, musicians - you are the joy and color of the world, teachers, mentors, friends, loved ones and relatives! All the people who came into close contact with me, who influenced me with their kindness, sympathy, affection, wisdom, all teachers, friends, acquaintances, students, comrades - I see, I remember and are grateful to you ”- he enthusiastically described his attitude to books. “How would I like to know,” he wrote, “what people like Romain Rolland, Maurice Maeterlinck, Knut Hamsun, Bernard Shaw, Herbert Wales, Aldington, Feuchtwanger think and say now? What books did they publish, what did they say about this war and about the people and life of our days in general? And I - a contemporary of these talented and deeply respected people dear to my mind and heart - do not hear their voices and their heartbeats "on such days." It is insulting and bitter. And you hear different chatter from all sides, and on the radio, and through newspapers and magazines ... "
Among those records that I had to see, there are whole sections - poetry (Knyazhnin, Soloviev, Agnivtsev, Merezhskovsky, Severyanin, Gumilyov, Pasternak, Teffi and dozens of other names), art history, prose (hundreds of titles - from Olesha, Ilf and Petrov, Bely, Antokolsky, Veresaev to Morua, Gashek, Locke), ancient history, medieval history, modern history, bibliography and, finally, philosophy - Russian and Western, which he knew brilliantly. He made careful extracts from various books about those he knew - first of all, about Florensky, whom he idolized. This is not counting the most varied periodicals and occasional brochures and articles. Separately, a list of "books that I would like to have" was compiled. Among them are Mandelstam, Muratov, Marienhof, Rolland, Nietzsche, Spengler ...
To "feel" that distant, tragic, densely saturated and wonderful time, you need to read not so many authors. Among them, no doubt, Sergei Volkov.

Everything will be fine - wherever you go,
Your demons will put on a fiery show for you.

As a teenager, I was doing a comedy number on a talent show at school, and there was one jacket I wanted to wear to look like Albert Brooks. I saved for many months for it, but when I collected the amount, I went to the store, and the jacket was no longer there. It was bought in front of me. I came home and told my mom everything. She said, "It's going to be a lesson for you. That's what happens when you want something." She knew how to give life lessons, which boiled down to the fact that I was to blame for everything.
But then on the day of the performance, she prepared a surprise for me. She bought that jacket. Even though she didn't know how to say it, I understood it meant she loved me. Here's a good story about my mother. Albeit fictional, but good, right?... I stole it from the TV series "Mod" from the episode where the heroine talks about her father.
When I watched it, I thought, "This is the story I want to tell when my parents die." But I don't have those stories. I learned all the good things from the TV, and there spoiled people constantly prove their love with all sorts of noble deeds. And I think part of me still believes that this is love. But in real life, one action is not enough. You need to be consistent, do good all the time. You can't break wood and then swim to the end of the world and save a friend or solve a mystery and go back to Kansas. You have to be good every day, and it's very hard.