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Passing along the street past the puddle, which remained after the rain, I suddenly wanted to fall into it and do not rise again. She was so clean, compared to what surrounded me in life ...
But when I looked into it and saw the reflection of my "sour" face, I changed my mind. Do not break the virgin cleanliness with your gloomy thoughts ...
To each wader his swamp ...

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Virtually every song has verses and choruses.
And there are songs, which instead of chorus la-lala-lala ...
Here and in life sometimes only ... la-lala-lala

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Children's tales of the wise in their own way ...
Kolobok is round, but he can walk: he left his grandmother, and left grandfather ...
And here you look, a man seems to walk, but you will not get a closer look, it's rolling somewhere ...

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And remember the old man from the fairy tale about the Golden Fish? What with a seine all ran to the sea? ..
So the poor guy is running, to this day!

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In a crowd of idiots and a fool the wise man will seem ...

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Recently a huge cockroach crawled to me ...
I thought: apparently neighbors do not live so badly!

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Recently I scored a nail and missed the fingers ...
He expressed everything that I think about the nail, about the hammer ... I did not think about myself at all.

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When you take off on an airplane high into the sky, then you do not feel like a bird ...
It is interesting, but when you fall, being on the plane, does this feeling come all the same or not?

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In this regard, I remembered the case of how I calmed the woman before take-off.
She saw that I did not worry at all and asked:
- Do you often fly and so are not afraid?
And she was visibly afraid. I decided to reassure ...
I told her that everything is known in comparison.
I tell her:
- Imagine, you are driving a car and you are in an accident. Remain alive, but tore off your legs, hands ... and this is how you live with pain and disability.
In the case of an airplane, everything is simpler. It takes off to an altitude of 10 thousand meters and from this height falls. It breaks into the ground and nothing remains from you, not even memory ... And you do not suffer then all your life.
Therefore, I am calm!
The woman was pale, and after my story, turned green ...
I calmed him down ... But I wanted to.

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