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Honor is outraged! Virtue blushes!

It is the duty of everyone who achieves greatness to leave milestones on the path of his ascent that will help others become great.

Career is a measure of vanity, and my vanity is metered by the need not to fall out of the cage of worthy people.

What kind of people are they for whom everything in life is based on etiquette and for whole years all their thoughts and aspirations are directed towards rising one step higher.

- You never know what, they will say that I read Pisarev.

Lord, it's good that there are still in the world and even in our police there are boys who are interested in something and need something. Not money. Not a career. Something other.

Career is addiction. Give in here, rot there, shut up, get out. It turns out that it is not your career that helps your life, but you help your career, serve it, become its slave. Everything for her, everything for her.

Even in the empire, truths are only admired for elderly scientists, on whom it depends whether you get an assistant professor or a professorship.

Enthusiasts are the main keepers of goodness and beauty. But they are a highly strange phenomenon from the point of view of the surrounding world, oriented towards the social hierarchy. The enthusiast is alien to everything that has weight in society - money, tiuls, name, career, benefit, common sense.

Listen carefully, when I do this business, take their place, I will never allow these games to play with me. I will not allow my time to be wasted on this - life is too short. And I hate dishonesty and cowardice.

- Then I won't eat! After all, this is not about a career, mom, but about the meaning of my life. And father, he felt the same way. And what if life suddenly ends ... It turns out, I lived it ... in vain? ..

Anyone who is unable to move up the career ladder can wonder - can he speak in public? And if not, then perhaps this is one of the reasons why he does not move up these stairs.

I walk on a thousand steps,
A contemporary shouts in my wake:
You're cool, you're not a brother!
I walk on a thousand steps,
No one is happy to be a stepping stone.

Forward and upward without thinking.