Waiting for the Miracle

If you don't have Christmas in your heart, you won't find it under the tree...

Take care of the strong people

Strong people can be much more defenseless than weak people. In time of hurricane the flexible cane is bowing and chirring, but pine-tree just break and die forever – that is how the Chinese speak. And Chinese know what they are talking about.

Strong people aren’t responsible only for themselves. And even not only for their relatives. They are responsible for the whole World that was getting into their orbit. Because the power magnetizes – that is how the Physicists speak. And they also know what they are talking about.

Strong people are not healthier and refractory than all the other people. They just know that they have no rights to pass out and die, while something is depending on them. In time of their strong heart attack they can jump to the river, swim to the swamping child, turn him out off the water, making sure that everything is ok and no harm will come to the child, - and only then zonk out. That’s how the Doctors speak – Doctors have seen a lot of miracles in their life, more than Physicists and Chinese together.    

Also strong people are so lonely. And not because they can’t tolerate someone next to themselves. It’s just that… They are strong! That is why nobody can think that they feel hurt, fear, loneliness, melancholy…

There are walking on the Earth: strong, silent people. It is not always easy, not always pleasant, and not always comfortable with them – but safe. This is exactly the necessary cavalry that is always coming to rescue at the last moment!

Take care of the strong people…

They are strong, but delicate…

A Casual Meeting

Everybody knows that it is hard to arrange a meeting with somebody in a big city: a lot of work, traffic jams, too little time, constant control, etc. And it is harder to meet a special person in a promiscuous manner.

But… Today I had one of such days: when you meet a person that you wished to see. Just simple – in one big far-far-away shop among a lot of people! It was like in the movie: you are walking through the shop with something in your hands and see the person you know. He is speaking with his friends and turns his head to your side – you catch the glance. You want to come up to him, to embrace, to give the light kiss.

But… You are passing by… like strangers… In that time you have no opportunity even to say “Hello”… Ah! I hate such moments!

And in 10 minutes – an SMS - a simple smile in your phone…

What you can add here? Just simple smile in an answer " :) "

Ещё один опыт...

Да... ты оставил меня... Но я сильней, чем ты думаешь: я смогу забыть и вычеркнуть из своей жизни всё, что между нами было, поставив на прошлом штамп «Ещё один опыт»…

You'll see...

You think that I can't live without your love

You'll see,

You think I can't go on another day.

You think I have nothing

Without you by my side,

You'll see

Somehow, some way

You think that I can never laugh again

You'll see,

You think that you destroyed my faith in love.

You think after all you've done

I'll never find my way back home,

You'll see

Somehow, someday

All by myself

I don't need anyone at all

I know I'll survive

I know I'll stay alive,

All on my own

I don't need anyone this time

It will be mine

No one can take it from me

You'll see

You think that you are strong, but you are weak

You'll see,

It takes more strength to cry, admit defeat.

I have truth on my side,

You only have deceit

You'll see, somehow, someday

All by myself

I don't need anyone at all

I know I'll survive

I know I'll stay alive,

I'll stand on my own

I won't need anyone this time

It will be mine

No one can take it from me

You'll see

You'll see, you'll see…

http://video.i.ua/user/9/7/8023/ 

 

Never-ending circle

Have you ever felt like you are running round the ring? And everytime you think that you stumble upon the same mistakes...

But no one thinks that sometimes never-ending circle is nothing but triangle...

How the clocks break down

Clocks – there is something mystical in this old mechanism. Don’t you think so? (Especially in the old-old clocks).

When we notice that our clocks stopped their work, we are trying to find some sense or hidden message in this, trying to connect the exact time of their stop with our life or lives of our relatives’. And certainly we are thinking that it is the evil missive or unique warning!

Of cause we are thinking in that way, because clocks for the most people are alive mechanism: with their birth and death. And when the clocks slow down or gather speed, they are trying to catch somebody’s eye on them.

But does anyone think that clocks (specifically clock’s pointer) could fall in love?

I’m just wondering: what number does the clock’s pointer like best of all?

Perhaps the pointer stops near its well-beloved number for the longer time to feast eyes on it. Chop-chop – not to let somebody notice it. There also could be unloved number for the pointer. Maybe it is “six”… because it is always turned back of the pointer.

Time is getting on; the clocks are ticking – tick-tack, tick-tack… With every minute the shy pointer gathers strength and courage.

And finally, on one fine day the clock’s pointer will gather itself up, put the best suit on, buy flowers and make a declaration of love to its loved number. And will stay there forever.

…Probably that’s how the clocks break down…  

In addition… maybe in this case we shouldn’t carry the clocks to repair shop for mending –thereby to separate two sweet hearts…

Щаслива мить...

Щаслива мить триває так мало, що її неможливо помітити...

Life Position

It is better to regret of something done, than to feel pity of something undone.

Happiness

If you can’t use the fortune when it floats to your hands,

 do not complain if it floats by…

Happiness… What is it? Every person wants to be happy. And I am not an exception. But no one has clear definition of “happiness”. How much does a man need to be happy?

I know that Happiness is the ball that we are trying to catch while its rolling, but when this ball stops we are pushing it away or turn back from it.

Do you know that happy people are sleeping better? Probably that is the reason of my insomnia… I always thought that it was my conscience that prevented good and calm dreams :)  

What did make me to think about happiness today? Maybe lonely night in the kitchen, maybe the sad song or maybe thoughts about the lovely person?

The Magic of Incredible Coincidence

Our life consists of events: global, big and little. Every event has the reason and consequence that make infinity chain in period of time. We classify events on the proper chains to make our mind clear in perception of the world. So it becomes normal for us. But if the event doesn’t blow in some logical chain, it confuses our mind.  One of varieties of unusual events is unbelievable coincidences.

Every person has incredible conjunctions in his life: casual meetings, mysterious dates, labyrinths of fate, game of figures or oddity of life. Such mystical coincidences made our life interesting, give us the emotional splash! And then we have a question: What was it? Probability game?   Sign of higher forces?

But what can you say if a lot of coincidences appear in the life of one person. Is it a magic? Coincidences amazes. From position of logic explaining this case is simply impossible. But it is!

What people should do with the incredible coincidences in their life? How do they need to react on these matches?

Amulets and Talismans

Many of us heard about amulets and talismans – the things that guarding person from hoodoos, dangers and bringing them success, riches. Surely each of us have such talisman (or had it before) that indeed helps person, protects him.

Just a little while ago I had such talisman, but… on Halloween Eve my talisman left me… It happened so foolishly and now it is so offensively…  

What shall I do? I know that I won’t return my talisman to myself. Now my talisman is somewhere at someone, who even doesn’t suppose that this thing (my talisman) was the valuable thing for me… Pity… too pity…

Milosc i Pozadanie

…"W kontaktach z kobietami zachowujemy sie zwykle tak, jakby milosc i pozadanie stanowily dwa calkowicie odrebne zjawiska; kobiety zas, ktore czasem nas kochaja, a czesto pozadaja, staraja sie podtrzymywac to zludzenie. Prawda wyglada tak, ze uczucia te stanowia dwa aspekty jednego zjawiska, podobnie jak pien drzewa ze swoja polnocna i poludniowa strone. Jesli pragniemy kobiety, wkrotce zaczynamy ja kochac za to, ze nam sie oddaje, a poniewaz kazda z nich predzej czy pozniej nam sie oddaje, jesli nawet nie fizycznie, to przynajmniej psychicznie, element milosci jest ciagle obecny. Z drugiej strony jesli ja kochamy, wkrotce zaczynamy jej rowniez pozadac, jako ze atrakcyjnosc jest jedna z tych cech, ktore musi miec kazda kobieta, a juz na pewno ta, ktora zostala nasza wybranka…

Nikt jednak nie jest w stanie powiedziec, skad biora sie zarowno milosc, jak i pozadanie"…

It is from the book I'm reading now...

Cтупай помягче, ведь ты идешь по моим мечтам

"...I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams..."

The Winner Takes It All

And another song... Very nice words... But everytime I'm listening to it, I'm crying...

...But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?...

There is always the winner and the loser, but in my situation the winner doesn't know that there was the game and SHE won...
Will she appreciate it?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92cwKCU8Z5c

You don't understand me

...I guess loneliness found a new friend, here I am...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JcxFiVL_A4g

Two Barriers

I don’t remember if I use this phrase in my blog: “У любви две преграды — обстоятельства и страхи. Нам часто не хватает смелости переступить через камни прошлого, сомнения настоящего”.

It seems to me that I could write it in my English articles. Now you have an opportunity to read it in Russian.

Just the quote

The quote from the book I'm reading now:

"Slabi ludzie wierza w to, co im zostanie narzucone, a mocni w to, w co chca uwierzyc, sprawiajac, ze staje sie to rzeczywistoscia".

The Arrow and the Song

Today I remembered my favorite poem “The Arrow and the Song” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I want to share it with you. I learnt it by heart when I was 12 (and I still remember it well):

I shot an arrow into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For, so swiftly it flew, the sight

Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For who has sight so keen and strong,

That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak

I found the arrow, still unbroke;

And the song, from beginning to end,

I found again in the heart of my friend.

And here it is the perfect translation of this poem by D.Mikhalovski:

Стрелу из лука я пустил

Не знал я, где она упала;

Напрасно взор за ней следил,

Она мелькнула и пропала.

На ветер песню бросил я:

Звук замер где-то в отдаленьи...

Куда упала песнь моя

Не мог сказать я в то мгновенье.

Немного лет спустя, потом

Стрела нашлась, в сосне у луга,

Свою же песню целиком

Нашел я в теплом сердце друга.

Everything is really bad...

Начинаешь понимать, что все реально плохо, когда плачет человек, который всегда всех успокаивал…

You begin to perceive that everything is really bad, when a person that always calmed everybody is crying…

The Raining Day

И все же просится слеза:

Кто мало видел, много плачет

(Лопе де Вега)

It is raining today. It seems to me that it will be raining all day long…I like such weather: when it is rains… I like to walk in the rain 'cause nobody knows that I'm crying... Someone wrote one day: “Tears are sacramental. It is not the feature of weakness, but power. They are the messengers of great grief and indescribable love”. It is unfortunate that people have to cry a lot.

Does anyone notice that some people are walking in the rain, but others are soaking? Probably the first one (who is walking at the rain) keeps in memory the main veracity: «Life's not about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain...».

Who can help me?

Today I have a damn mood!!! My nerves are good for nothing… I want to cry! I am waiting for the moment I could do it without any witnesses. I know that my crying has no sense, but I really need to be face to face with my tears…

What’s happen with me? What am I doing wrong? Why do I feel like this?

My life is sinking like sand through the fingers… I’m trying to find the right vessel to gather all sand and not to lose any grain, but I can’t… I’m losing myself…

I’m overwatching my life and realizing that I am wasting my time. Everything that I built is destroying like card-castle… Something is wrong, but I can’t understand WHAT exactly. I have nothing, nothing, nothing… except my silly illusions.

What shall I do to save all I love? What shall I do to stop this awful crashing?

I feel my misery…  

I’m tired of such life… I don’t want to be strong anymore!!! I’m tired of all trying to make the World better, to improve my life… I want to have my own cave to hide there and do not go out for a long time.

Who can help me?

Человеческая мудрость гласит...

«Будь осторожен – не дай женщине заплакать, потому что Бог считает ее слезы».

«Женщина произошла из ребра мужчины. Не из ноги, чтобы быть униженной. Не из головы, чтобы превосходить. Но из бока, чтобы быть бок обок с тобой, чтобы быть равной с тобой. Из-под руки, чтобы быть защищенной. И со стороны сердца, чтобы быть любимой…»

Anniversary

Today is the 21^st of September… I was thinking that it would be always the special day for me; and not because of the Blessed Virgin Mary's Birthday (Orthodox), but of my acquaintance with the special person. Very fast he became closer to me, I let myself thinking about him, I opened my soul, gave him a part of myself that I knew he could break. And he did it...  In spite of a lot of good and happy minutes spending together, he made a decision that is very hard for me… It hurts a lot… As I was writing before (at the very beginning of my blog): “The string is broken… and it hurts…” Something good and light died inside me.

But I keep smiling (or trying to smile), because if I don’t smile – I will burst into tears. So I smiled in hundredth times, answered that everything is perfect, in spite of the tears that are like lump in my throat.

Today is our anniversary – the year of our acquaintance. Am I happy? Should I celebrate it? Will it be correct to celebrate this event, when he pushed me away and refused of my feelings?  

I don’t want to think about it…

Anyway I put on nice, but black dress, made the specific make-up, will have a holiday dinner (with the glass of wine)… Because this day SHOULD be special! Even after all the things that he has done… Especially after all the things I was trying to do.

This person is really a special one for me, his attendance is very important for my life. But it’s a pity that I’m not the same for him…

The 8th of September

...Мені так треба, так треба
Бути там де зараз ти
Чи сісти в поїзд зникнути
Від тебе - так треба.
Те почуття росте й росте,
Для чого я знайшла тебе?
Для чого я знайшла тебе?..


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7gJhegAboU

Цитата из книги

Давно хотела написать фразу из моей любимой книги Лопе де Вега "Собака на сене" (уж очень она мне нравится):

"Когда знатная женщина открыла свое чувство человеку безродному, то верх неприличия продолжать ухаживать за другой. И кто не ценит своего счастья, пусть остается дураком".

Potrojne Szczescie

So, here I am: sitting in the train with "potrojne szczescie" in the pocket of my old jeans... Will it help me? I don't know the exact answer, the only I can do is to hope... Having my happiness in the pocket, I don't feel happy... Jestem smutna. I'm crying: my tears divide my face into three parts. Will this rain be over?

I am moving away from the person I feel good with, from the man that doesn't want to keep me... from the man (I know that it will sound banal) who see diamonds in my eyes while my smiling.

Why  are people so stupid? Why do they refuse from the happiness?

September the 6th

Nice and crazy song :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqDnxKGFK1Q&feature=related

Be careful with my heart

Be careful with my heart – you could break it.
Don't take my love for granted – things could change.
Sometimes I go insane, I play the fool and you'll agree.
I'll never be the same without you here with me.

Cuidado (Please be careful)
Con mi corazon
Me siento
Algo desnuda
Cuidado (Please be careful)
Es mi corazon
Mi corazon

If I could reach out to you,
Nothing will stop me.
Take your head in my hands.
Tell me what would you do?
Kiss your eyes, sing you to sleep.
Your voice sounds like a lullaby.
Is my heart this time to keep?
Is my heart to keep?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWVoUncCkw8&feature=related

Забавная притча

Говорят, что однажды все человеческие чувства и качества собрались в одном уголке Земли. Когда СКУКА зевнула уже в третий раз, СУМАСШЕСТВИЕ предложило:

- А давайте поиграем в прятки?

ИНТРИГА подняла бровь:

 - Прятки, а что это такое? Что это за игра?

И СУМАСШЕСТВИЕ объяснило, что один из них, например, оно, водит – закрывает глаза и считает до ста, в то время как остальные прячутся. Тот, кто будет найден последним, станет водить в следующий раз и так далее.

ЭНТУЗИАЗМ затанцевал с ЭЙФОРИЕЙ. РАДОСТЬ так прыгала, что убедила СОМНЕНИЕ принять участие в игре, вот только АПАТИЯ, которую никогда ничего не интересовало, отказалась участвовать в игре. ПРАВДА предпочла не прятаться, потому что, в конце концов, ее всегда находят, ГОРДОСТЬ сказала, что это совершенно дурацкая игра (ее ничего кроме себя не волновало), ТРУСОСТИ очень не хотелось рисковать.

 - Раз, два, три, … - начало счет СУМАСШЕСТВИЕ.

Первой спряталась ЛЕНЬ, она укрылась за ближайшим камнем на дороге, ВЕРА поднялась на небеса, а ЗАВИСТЬ спряталась в тени ТРИУМФА, который собственными силами умудрился взобраться на верхушку самого высокого дерева. БЛАГОРОДСТВО очень долго не могло спрятаться, так как каждое место, которое оно находило, казалось идеальным для его друзей: кристально чистое озеро – для КРАСОТЫ, расщелина дерева – так это для СТРАХА, крыло бабочки – для СЛАДОСТРАСТИЯ, дуновение ветерка – ведь это для СВОБОДЫ! Итак, оно замаскировалось в лучике солнца. ЭГОИЗМ, напротив, нашёл только для себя тёплое и уютное местечко. ЛОЖЬ спряталась на дне океана (но на самом деле она укрылась в радуге), а СТРАСТЬ и ЖЕЛАНИЕ затаились в жерле вулкана. ЗАБЫВЧИВОСТЬ, даже не помнила, где она спряталась, но это не важно.

Когда СУМАСШЕСТВИЕ досчитало до 99, ЛЮБОВЬ всё ещё искала, где бы ей спрятаться, но всё уже было занято. Но вдруг, она увидела дивный розовый куст и решила укрыться среди его цветов.

 - Сто, - сосчитало СУМАСШЕСТВИЕ и принялось искать.

            Первой оно, конечно же, нашло ЛЕНЬ. Потом оно услышало, как ВЕРА спорит с Богом, а о СТРАСТИ и ЖЕЛАНИИ оно узнало по тому, как дрожит вулкан, затем СУМАСШЕСТВИЕ увидело ЗАВИСТЬ и догадалось, где прячется ТРИУМФ. ЭГОИЗМ и искать было не нужно, потому что местом, где он прятался, оказался улей пчёл, которые решили выгнать непрошенного гостя. В поисках СУМАСШЕСТВИЕ подошло напиться к ручью и увидело КРАСОТУ, СОМНЕНИЕ сидело у забора, решая, с какой же стороны ему спрятаться.

            Итак, все были найдены: ТАЛАНТ – в свежей и сочной траве, ПЕЧАЛЬ – в тёмной пещере, ЛОЖЬ – в радуге (но если честно, то она пряталась на дне океана). Вот только ЛЮБОВЬ найти не могли.

            СУМАСШЕСТВИЕ искало за каждым деревом, в каждом ручейке, на вершине каждой горы и, наконец, оно решило посмотреть в розовых кустах, и когда раздвигало ветки, услышало крик. Острые шипы роз поранили ЛЮБВИ глаза. СУМАСШЕСТВИЕ не знало, что и делать: принялось извиняться, плакало, молило, просило прошения и в искупление своей вины пообещало ЛЮБВИ стать ее поводырём.

            И вот с тех пор, когда впервые на Земле играли в прятки, ЛЮБОВЬ слепа и СУМАСШЕСТВИЕ водит ее за руку…

No Words For Today

No words for today... only the song... sad and nice...

Like me: cute, but sad...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JcBfWn4uFE

Так не бывает

Вот и сегодня Ёжик сказал Медвежонку:
— Как всё-таки хорошо, что мы друг у друга есть!
Медвежонок кивнул.
— Ты только представь себе: меня нет, ты сидишь один и поговорить не с кем.
— А ты где?
— А меня нет.
— Так не бывает, — сказал Медвежонок.

— Я тоже так думаю, — сказал Ёжик. — Но вдруг вот — меня совсем нет. Ты один. Ну что ты будешь делать?..

— Переверну все вверх дном, и ты отыщешься!
— Нет меня, нигде нет!!!
— Тогда, тогда… Тогда я выбегу в поле, — сказал Медвежонок. — И закричу: «Ё-ё-ё-жи-и-и-к!», и ты услышишь и закричишь: «Медвежо-о-о-но-о-о-ок!..». Вот.

The Conversation

“I heal wounds”, - Time said.

“I lend wings”, - Happiness objected.

“As for me, I wound, lift to the sky and shove down on the ground”, - said Love with insidious smile.

How to forbid myself to require Love from others?

"I want to be loved by someone. It seems to me that I am loved in not enough degree".

You are like an alphabet to me...

Once a boy wanted to describe his girl-friend. He looked at her and said, "You are like ABCDEFGHIJK to me :)". She asked: "What does it mean"? He said: "Adorable, Beautiful, Cute, Delightful, Elegant, Fantastic, Gorgeous, Hot". She kindly smiled and said, "Oh, that's sweet, but what about 'I, J, K' "? He said, "I'm Just Kidding' ".

His eye is still swollen, but it will get better ...

To Have And Not To Hold

Как сказал знаменитый китайский философ Чжуан-цзы (а также Чжуан Чжоу): «Музыка позволяет человеку остаться простым, чистым и искренним, и вернуться к своему начальному состоянию». Поэтому, как обычно, я публикую одну из любимых песен…

To have and not to hold
So hot, yet so cold
My heart is in your hand
And yet you never stand
Close enough for me to have my way

To love but not to keep
To laugh, not to weep
Your eyes, they go right through
And yet you never do
Anything to make me want to stay

Like a moth to a flame
Only I am to blame
What can I do?
I go straight to you
I've been told
You're to have, not to hold

To look but not to see
To kiss but never be
The object of your desire
I'm walking on a wire
And there's no one at all
To break my fall

You're to have, not to hold...

To break my heart

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gX3uuSu6DEM

A poem without title

Не виден лик, не слышен голос.

Мы далеко, но в этот час

Сидим у наших мониторов,

Друг с друга не спуская глаз.

Пусть речи нет, есть только строчки.

С тобою молча говорим.

Эмоции, шифруя в точках,

То рассмеемся, то грустим.

Мы пальцы мысленно сплетаем,

По тропке клавишей скользя,

В мир виртуальный убегаем

Туда, где ты, туда, где я.

The memory of you...

The memory of you will be like happy dream
That lingers on when morning breaks the spell.
The velvet of my skin will be your daily madness,
The warmness of your breath will be my sweetest hope...

Find the sense of life for me and rescue yourself

This is parable about the girl that met Angel. The most beautiful among all the angels, but to be honest, it was Fallen Angel. It is easy to say she met Devil.

Some religions inform that it is necessary to overcome the suffering inside the person, to liquidate all wishes, to become pure. This Angel was relieved from all the wishes. He stopped WISHING, when he realized that any his wishes could be done. If you have everything, you want nothing. But with this revelation another one came to him. Suddenly he felt unbearable melancholy. He had no any reason to live.

People live by controlling of their wishes. No wish no life. Everything that they do, they do because of certain wishing aims. They want satisfaction, love, knowledge, money, fame. And all of them think that they have sense in their life. But what kind of? There is no answer. There are only wishes that give the person the strength to live. If there won’t be these wishes…

And that is why Devil began to look for the death… until he met one girl.

“You should live, because I love you”, said the girl to Devil.

“And what from that? – He answered. – Love is nonentity. There is no any sense in it. Falling in love, the person is dreaming about eternity, but yearning the quick completion – the wish satisfaction, discharging. That is why all beautiful love-stories finish in that moment, when lovers have the possibility to enjoy quite enough of each other”.

The girl burst into tears and went away. She has a nightmare. She has a dream that she disappointed in her lover. But if she disappointed, did she really love him?

She woke up in cold sweat and realized how much suffering her lover survived. A lot of girls fell in love with him, but no one really loved him.

“Yes, Love is egoistic, - the girl agreed. – And it passes quickly. Perhaps it will turn into friendship or heartfelt closeness. But it will no longer be Love. It is true”.

“So why should I live for you? – Devil raised the eyebrow. – Not for the sake of your passing pleasure!”

“You must live because due to you my life is filled with sense, - a girl answered. – I understand you. I am looking inside your heart and I see the Light there. You want to look frightful and wicked. But I live by your Light and you won’t hide It from me”.  

Devil bitterly smiled and turned back upon the girl. He didn’t want her to see his tears.

“And what from that? – He said. – If you look in abyss for a long time, you will feel that it beckons you. Who said that it is good?”

And the girl went away again, but in the night she had another nightmare. She was standing on the brink of giant cleft and was looking downward. It seemed that this abyss was like infinity.

But there, in the deep, someone was. The girl physically felt someone’s breath. Strange, insuperable draught arose up in her. Just a second – and she would dash into this abyss.

And at the last moment she suddenly felt something, lifted up her head and… there was the sky above her. Clear-blue, high-high sky!

“No, I don’t feel despair, darling, - she said to Devil on the next day. – I see your abyss, but I see the world around. Yes, it is bigger than my feeling to you. Bigger, because there is always something bigger. But my feeling is that the best that is in it.”

“But why should I live?! – Devil cried. – I don’t want to live for someone!”

“But you don’t live for someone”, - the girl answered and smiled.

“How?” – Devil surprised.

“You are simply necessary, - her face remained calm, and her eyes were lighting, like the dawn sun. – You just need to realize – you are necessary. You are necessary! And that’s all”.

“Is your body telling all this?” – Devil attentively looked at the girl’s eyes.

“No”, - she answered.

“Is your consciousness telling all this?” – he asked again.

“No”, - the girl answered again.

“So the spirit talks this into you”, - Devil decided.

“No”, - the girl answered in the third time.

“But what?!” – He was surprised.

“You”, - answered the girl with smile.

And after this she hugged Devil and angel whispered to her soul:”I came to you to wake you up. Now we belong to a single whole. Forever… ”

My philosophical mood

Oh… A lot of days passed from my last message. I feel that I need to write something, but WHAT?

Let’s think… Ah! I found it! It is the poem from the book I was reading once:

„Назначение рыбной блесны — поймать рыбу,

А когда рыба поймана, блесна забыта.

Назначение слов — сообщить идеи.

Когда идеи восприняты, слова забываются.

Где мне найти человека, позабывшего слова?

Он — тот, с кем я хотел бы поговорить".

And of cause the translation into English:

“The purpose of the spoon-bait is to catch the fish.

When the fish is caught, the spoon-bait is forgotten.

The purpose of the words is to inform ideas.

When ideas are perceived, the words are forgotten.

Where shall I find a person that forgot the words?

He is the one whom I would like to speak with…”

Yes! Today I have a philosophical mood. And I’m looking for the person that forgot the words…

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Знаєш як болить, ніяк не пройде...

The bitter truth or the sweet lie?

As always I wrote my article in two languages: Russian and English. Enjoy the reading!

Горькая правда или сладкая ложь?

Любишь говорить правду, люби и одиночество.

С раннего детства нас учат всегда говорить правду. Правда, правда и ничего кроме правды! Все говорят, что лгать некрасиво, за ложь будешь наказан и попадешь в Ад. Так почему же вырастая, мы оказываемся в омуте лжи? Вы даже не замечаете, что каждый день врёте: то своим коллегам, то друзьям, а иногда даже самому себе! Проанализируйте хотя бы один день из вашей жизни, всегда ли вы говорите правду людям?

К примеру, вас спрашивают как дела, и вы по привычке отвечаете «Хорошо!». Хотя на самом деле, на душе у вас скребут кошки. Вот вы и соврали!

Но вопрос не в этом. Как на ваш взгляд, стоит ли говорить человеку горькую правду или всё же преподнести ему сладкую ложь?

Один мой знакомый сказал, что люди сами делают правду горькой. Соглашусь с этим. Почему? Да, потому что с самого начала надо не врать, быть открытым и честным, чтобы правда была правдой! Или же надо уметь преподнести правду так, чтобы она не показалась для человека горькой. Ведь бывают ситуации, когда правда убивает, в буквальном смысле этого слова… Поэтому правда не всегда полезна.

Прежде, чем кому-то о чем-то рассказать, необходимо 100 раз подумать, хочет ли человек услышать правду. На мой взгляд, человек, который хочет рассказать правду – эгоист! Он думает только о себе. Хочет «очистить» душу, не задумываясь о том, что причинит боль и страдание. Осознаю, что говорить правду трудно, но ещё труднее ее выслушивать…

Исторический анекдот: «Сократу хотели рассказать правду о его ученике. Тогда Сократ спросил: «Поможет ли эта информация в моих учениях? Пойдет ли это мне на пользу?». Ему ответили, что нет. Тогда философ не захотел ничего слушать. Таким образом, он не узнал об измене собственной жены с его учеником».

Некоторым нравится ходить во лжи, думая, что это правда. Нельзя однозначно ответить на вопрос... Правда хороша тем, что несет в себе "истину", а ложь для некоторых хороша тем, что позволяет не обращать внимания на правду...

Хотя не стоит забывать о том, что всё тайное становится явным. Распознать ложь можно в два счета. Эксперты утверждают, что невозможно убедительно врать тому, кого вы считаете сексуально привлекательным. И это факт!

Доктор Хаус говорит, что все люди лгут, а я считаю, что люди не лгут, это правда меняется.

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The bitter truth or the sweet lie?

If you like to tell the truth, you should like the loneliness.

From babyhood we are taught ALWAYS to tell the truth. Truth, truth and nothing except truth! Everybody say that it is not good to lie, that you we’ll be punished for your lie and you will get into the Hell. So why growing, we appear ourselves in the whirlpool of lie? You don’t even notice that you lie every day: to your colleagues, to your friends and sometimes to yourselves! Just analyze one day from your life, do you always say the truth to people?

For example, you are asked how you are and you on a habit answer “Very well!” But actually you are sick at heart. Here you are – you uttered a lie!

But the question is not here. What do you think if it is needed to tell the bitter truth to the person or to provide him with the sweet lie?

Once my friend said that people themselves make the truth bitter. I agree with this. Why? Because from the very beginning it is necessary not to lie, to be “American pie” person, so that the truth always remains the truth. Neither bitter, nor sweet… Or it is necessary to be able to provide a truth in such a way that the truth won’t be bitter for any person. There are a lot of situations when truth could kill, in literal sense… That is why the truth is not useful sometimes.

Preparatory to saying something about, it is necessary to think 100 times, if the person wants to hear the truth. To my mind the person who wants to tell the truth is an egoist! He thinks only about himself. He only wants to “clean” his soul and never thinks that he could bring pain and suffer. I realize that it is hard to tell the truth, but it is harder to listen to it…

Historical anecdote: “Once people wanted to tell to Socrates the truth about his student. Then Socrates asked: “Will this information help me in my science? Will it redound to my advantage?” The answer was negative. So the philosopher didn’t want to hear anything. Thus he didn’t know about his wife’s treason with his student”.

Someone likes to live in lie thinking that it is truth. It is impossible to give a clear answer to this question… The truth is good because it has the “true” and lie is good for someone because it allows not paying attention on the truth.    

Nevertheless it is not needed to forget that all secrets become obvious. It is possible to recognize a lie in two twos. Experts assert that it is impossible convincingly to lie to the person that you consider being sexually attractive. And it is a fact!

Dr. House says that everybody lies. But I think that people don’t lie, the truth changes.