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• You shouldn't put me on the Black List - I will be bored without you!

Hector says that there is a limit, after which the only answer to a person who does not want to know any rules is a good slap in the face.

Human desires are poison. We always knew about it, but preferred not to pay attention. This man was happy! His wishes were fulfilled almost endlessly. I thought that human desires are inexhaustible! But it turns out that even they have a limit. How do you think he felt when his wishlist dried up? Emptiness.

Novgorodians do not believe the Nurmans' tales. There is no black pit, no evil Loki. There is a kind Sun - Dazhbog, it is stronger than everyone, and there will be no end to it.

In my homeland they say: "The warrior does not give up his words!" You said you would become the King of Magicians? So overcome your limit. There is no other way.

You cannot judge your ability to manage anything without examining the limits of your possibilities.

Indeed, when they talk about socialism, they immediately recall the Soviet era. Let's not call it socialism. Let's call it something else. In fact, it is clear that this converged model is needed. What we have been practicing since the 90s does not work here. Now let's move on to simpler things. About whether it works or not. From an economic point of view, this model does not work. When we are convinced that one or two percent of growth is the ultimate dream for Russia, then you just want to spit in the face, honestly. This is a lie, this is a lie! But this system, the foundation of which was laid in the 90s, cannot produce another. Or doesn't want to. I do not know. This means that it needs to be changed. In the worst case, it needs to be modernized, and in the best case, it needs to be completely changed. Enough already to tell that our goal is the struggle for investments. Investments do not come, which means we have to do something in order for the investments to come. This model doesn't work.

Such destitute people, like me, clearly distinguish the limit of their dreams.

Death is the resolution and the end of all sorrows, a limit beyond which not transgress our sorrows.

You probably ran into a wall...
- There is not any wall.
- You think that's my limit..?
And limit either.
- ... I see...
- And no clear or anything.
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- DKV - deconcentration. Psycho underlie my theory. Understand, understand, then move on to practice. Not understand, and you spend your whole life trying to swim of 143 meters instead of the 142's.

The dedication has a limit.

For the revelers money is something alive and active, only a thin veil between him and pleasure. The limit of this choice lays only time. With a few Louis in his pocket reveller feels the Roman Emperor, until you spend it to the last penny. This to lose money means to feel the greatest misfortune to be transported instantly from heaven to hell, after of omnipotence to fall into complete insignificance.

Question: Since man can build himself an illusion about the extent of their rights, what could let him know their limit?
Answer: This is the limit of the rights which he recognizes in his neighbor towards himself under similar circumstances and on a reciprocal basis.
Question: But if each attributes to himself the rights of your neighbor, then what becomes of the obedience to superiors? Isn't anarchy at all levels?
Answer: some Natural rights for all people, from the least to the greatest. God did not make some of them clean more dust than others; and all are equal before Him. Law of the eternal. The same that is established by a person perish this institutions. Otherwise everyone quite feels his strength or weakness, and will always be to nourish reverence to the one who is worthy of her virtue or wisdom. It is very important to point this out to those who regard themselves as superiors over others, aware of their responsibilities in order to earn this respect. Subordination will not be affected when the power will be transferred to wisdom.

Une aube affaiblie
Verse par les champs
La mélancolie
Des soleils couchants.
La mélancolie
Berce de doux chants
Mon coeur qui s'oublie
Aux soleils couchants.
Rêves étranges Et d,
Comme des soleils
Couchants sur les grèves
Fantômes vermeils,
Défilent sans trêves,
Défilent, pareils
A des grands soleils
Couchants sur les grèves.




The ripples of patches
On the margins
Pours sunset
Fatigue rays.
The sadness of his light
Heart captured,
The grief of unrequited
The eyes of Polonius.
Reality and dreams
The colours of the sunset -
Equal doses
Sink somewhere
Their spears of bright arrows,
Feeling like,
Easy and free
Rhythmically flowing over the limit.