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And the wind dusty broom, sweeps along the ground,
On this day,people gathered
Before midnight the moon will be hanging,
To see how on earth the flame rages.
Midsummer, Midsummer.

...If they are from another, more qualitative test, so to speak, shaped, why they get sick with the flu, for example? Exactly the same as their entourage? Or the same religious
celebrate the holidays christoudias? As subordinate people? After all, if they cross the threshold of the Church - so his presence in the temple solemnly affirm: we are all people, equal before God.

Modern people are so lazy that instead of postcards, send each other stickers for the holidays.

Everyone is happy Christmas in their own way. We ate chicken, cake, chatted with each other, raised glasses...
But wait. Wait.
Is it really Christmas?

In our Soviet life, holidays are rare, and in my own - and I don't recall that the concept of such States, except on the day of the 50th anniversary, and never on Sundays or holidays, no pointless day.

Birthdays are nice to celebrate before reaching adulthood, the rest is just a constant reminder of the age!

No money: we don't do holidays.

So sweetly I knew earthly joy
And holidays are not considered twelve
And as much as it was the day of the year.

When you come to appear before me, who requires of you this trampling of My courts?
Bring no more vain oblations: Smoking is disgusting to Me; ... holiday gatherings can not endure iniquity and the celebration!

My God, what a luxurious treat - receipt of letters! It can evaluate only one who is a long time away from loved ones.

If you want a great holiday every night - make a woman a little holiday every day.

The fourteenth of February.
Smiles, flowers, postcards and Popsicle... according to the encyclopedia, is the feast of the patron Saint of all lovers, young couples and epileptics. This day to give the opposite sex any useless crap in the form of hearts, to confess in love, to create for their favorite romantic evening with candles and champagne, and much more.
But that is not accepted to do on this day, however, as in any other - lying on the cold concrete floor, between the dirty boards, oiled rags and stinking of gasoline barrels. Lie, wimas in the floor, with bated breath, and pray to temporarily heart stopped, as his heartbeat can attract attention.

When you look at your city from a tour bus, suddenly everyone gets festive, unusual, unique. But the streets are the same, which was born and grew up. But when you look at familiar landscapes through the eyes of a tourist, everything looks cooler.
Sometimes you look at your life from outside - a continuous celebration. On the other hand you will look - the wildest boredom. Inside look out - life as life. Your worries, your happiness.
Love to listanti page Instagram far down. Visual images are very good at keeping emotions. Look at the photos so you can easily remember those days, thoughts, feelings. A little trip into the past in a time machine.
And poetry sometimes is a little bit into the future. It often happens that you write about some imaginary or collective image, and after some time he suddenly appears in real life. Reread verses 10 years ago, then just written about a dream, invented happiness, and today it vzhuh! - happens. Magic? No. Each person brings to the life or their dreams, or their fears. And everyone is given the choice.
And everyone is given the choice to see in their lifetime holiday or boredom. After all, both are inside. We all carry about with us. And the good news is that between boredom and celebration there are still thousands of reactions and feelings. What is focus, and make.

- By the way, let's have a drink to celebrate?
Celebrate what?
I do not know. Do I need a reason?