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Difficulties heart will resolve everything -
Exceptions are rare here:
The way and prompt, and protorit ...
The bird flies quickly through the forest,
Without touching the branches!

But such is the irony of fate: as soon as a clear, reasonable idea shines in politics as an exception, it is distorted by its stupid execution.

Human nature is like wolf nature. A man (or a wolf) takes care of himself, fights for existence. He is ready to allow all exceptions for himself, but he does not forgive these exceptions to others.

- Indeed, what if? Anything can happen.

We all, without exception, wear a kind of mask on our hearts.

So that's the point: to be an exception.

***
As usual,
all exceptions to the rule
only wider the horizon of our
pushing in turn
and also in the scientific search
contribute a lot
progress.
***
As a rule,
scraps tossing chaotic thoughts
distract us from the main
and only fog your eyes
any lifeless dogma, in turn,
like the same shore,
shorten horizons.
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And our conscience is
as the same old age or death:
as neither wanted anyone of us to forget about it,
and about herself she will remind you
at least a hundred years, without thinking about it,
the world has a chance to live.

Friends have asked Ovid to exclude from his books are three verses that they indicate. He agreed, provided you keep three on point he is. The poems, which they offered for the exemption, and Ovid to save, turned out to be the same.

Each of us is a little ridiculous in the eyes of others. ...And we all, without exception, to the extreme, funny in the eyes of the mountains.

Fool comes up with rules that have exceptions for him.

Question: do All spirits are evil before you become good?
Answer: No, there are not all evil, and ignorant - all without exception.

- If you don't know anything about the dark side, she knows nothing about you.
- You see demons, they see you - whispered to Noreen. - There are no exceptions.

When we examine the countless miracles, the splendor, the brilliance and perfection of this infinite universe (we now know that the universe is infinite) and make sure that everything in it ... unquestioningly obey the strict system of accurate, not familiar with the exception of the laws, we attain, not assume, not conclude, but attain, that the God that single thought created this incredibly complex world, and another thought has created the laws which govern it, - this God is endowed with infinite power...

He spent in the evacuation of the wife with the younger son at the beginning of the war, returned to Moscow and worked day and night. One hundred and fifty "Window TASS" written, and "the Truth" hardly a day went into that first year without the satirical poems of Marshak. He stayed in the apartment on Chkalov street, at Kursk station, with his old long Secretary, Rosalia Ivanovna. She selflessly helped him in his work, and in the absence of the family've been courting it. Rozaliya Ivanovna - may it rest in peace! - she did not long survive Samuil - always-matched, neat, businesslike and gruff old Riga was German. At first, she came into the family like a teacher of the younger son, but when the boy grew up and went to school, stayed to help on the farm. She performed some secretarial tasks. Being completely alone, she moved after Murakami from Leningrad to Moscow. At the beginning of the war, when Moscow was deported all citizens of German origin, the same fate expected and Rosalia Ivanovna, but Samuil did not allow this, although to achieve such exclusion, to ensure that the law of war has not touched one person, it was essentially impossible. However, Marshak spent a lot of time and effort, turned the mountain and achieved the impossible. Rozaliya Ivanovna remained in Moscow, in his apartment near the Kursk railway station. But remained Marshak Marshak, and not just pious man, and when almost every night on the radio announced an air RAID, he was knocked to her room with the same text: "Rozaliya Ivanovna! Your here!" Rozaliya Ivanovna offended, inflated, covered with red spots and started something unintelligible grumbling under his breath, but nothing could help her - the nightly scene was faithfully repeated. They have a lot of very funny quarreled, these two.



Explanation of the quote:

"I thought I felt, I lived." Memories of the S. Y. Marshak. "Sovetskiy pisatel", 1971.
Margarita Aliger "the House on Chkalov".