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Psychopathological diathesis, in general, does not interfere with study and work. They are often excellent students at school and college. And they can be quite successful at work. What's the problem? The problem is with people. People are incomprehensible. They are not felt. But who admits this to himself? The fact is that diathesis dampens the subtle strings of the soul. (So, in my youth, the KGB jammed Western radio stations. You try to tune in to Radio Liberty to find out the truth about your homeland, and there is noise, crackling and croaking. And nothing is clear.)

Subtle strings of the soul (real name Emotional Subtlety) allow you to catch the nuances of a person’s character, the shades of human relationships. What if you don't get caught? Then the person begins to invent people. And he bases his ideas on family scenarios, on the way people in his circle think, and also on stereotypes called folk wisdom. Therefore, women are sure that “all men are bastards,” but among men, “all women are fools.”

By the way, one of the symptoms of diathesis is vulnerability and fragility towards oneself, but callousness towards others. In psychotherapy this is called “Wood and Glass”. Diathesis is very diverse in its manifestations.

It happens that there is a lot of energy, it is in full swing, that is, diathesis has not touched this area. But he devoured emotions. Such people can be very successful in business. Cold, strong, calculating, he will easily crush anyone if the case demands it. Because there is no interest or sympathy for people.

Let me give examples from my clinical practice. That is what I regularly encounter in my work. Here is an energetic businessman with a lot of money. At the same time, he is terribly, totally alone. Instead of friends - work colleagues. Women are there for one time, for one night. He says they are boring. Believes that all women are predators. He doesn’t understand that it’s not about them, but about him, about his spiritual coldness. To put it very crudely, the cells responsible for sympathy, much less love, do not work in the brain...

And now an illustration from “Lady with a Dog. Almost like Chekhov."

PART III


Anya came to the psychotherapy group full of determination and hope. However, Anya had a vague idea of ​​what psychotherapy was. Mostly based on American films, where people sit in a circle and everyone talks about their problems. “Hai, my name is Judy, my life is ordinary and boring, and I feel like I deserve more.” Here everyone begins to sympathize with Judy and encourage her in every possible way.

Nothing like this happened in our classes. Instead of sympathy, exercises were given, which were sometimes more difficult, and their high-quality implementation was required. Anya was consoled only by the fact that all the exercises were from an area familiar to her - art and literature.

In addition to the exercises, there was a theoretical part, where I talked about how the human psyche works. There were also gatherings after the group, where feelings and discoveries were shared. Anya really liked the theory and the get-togethers, but she didn’t like the exercises at all.

While Anya was figuring out where she ended up, I, in turn, was trying to figure out Anya. I was collecting a dossier on Anya.

Psychotherapy is somewhat close to jurisprudence. The difference is that the psychotherapist does not view the person as guilty or innocent. He is not a prosecutor, not a lawyer, and certainly not a judge. He is, rather, an investigator and investigates the circumstances of the case, detached and impartial. No matter what a person talks about himself, no matter what he complains about, no matter how much he exalts or belittles himself, only facts are taken into account. Facts are our exercises. And then there are evidence - numerous hidden signals that a person sends to the world.

I noted how and what Anya reacted to, what hurt, touched or shocked her. In gestures, intonations, casually thrown words, I read her old grievances and current fears, illusions, claims and ambitions. It was as if we were putting together a puzzle - she gave me a piece of information, and I had to find its place in the overall picture. Gradually, the outlines of her biography, nuances and shades of her worldview emerged in front of me. Behind all this loomed her fate.

As if from a book, I read her past and present. And I saw her future in full view.
This is the job of a psychotherapist.

Anya gave the impression of a well-groomed woman, but her face was inexpressive, like her clothes - expensive, even fashionable, but boring.

She walked with a heavy, wooden gait, sat tense during classes, and had a wary look in her eyes. She performed the exercises obediently and fussily, without trying to understand them. Any new tasks made her anxious. Then she would freeze, her gaze would stop, she would begin to aimlessly touch her clothes with her hands - to fumble around.

Often she would withdraw into herself, then her face would become dull and sleepy, like that of a dead fish.

No, she was both cheerful and active. But her activity was mechanical, like a wind-up toy, and her fun seemed forced.

At first I thought that the reason for her stiffness was the unusual environment for her. But one day, I saw her in a cafe, in the company of colleagues. There was the same lostness in her smile, and through the expensive makeup an indelible touch of tired loneliness clearly appeared.

However, to say about Anya that she is not confident in herself would be untrue. Because she knew absolutely exactly what was good, what was bad, and how it should be done. Just as every good housewife has a set of spices in her kitchen for different dishes, Anya had a set of folk wisdom for different occasions. These were good old truisms that required neither proof nor understanding.

The most important thing for everyone is to study well, for women to be married, for a man to be a breadwinner and breadwinner. Therefore, about women who did not get married or divorced, Anya said “life didn’t work out.” About women who endured any tricks of their husbands, Anya said, slyly squinting: “wise woman.”

For men, the highest praise was "successful" and the lowest level of degradation was "loser." Both smart and talented people fell into this category, if they did not waste money. It's not that Anya likes money that much. But if a person did not perform his main function, he could not be considered decent.

A small child divides fairy tale characters into good and bad. Anya divided humanity into decent and indecent people. It was not easy to enter the category of decent people. You must be well-mannered, polite and educated. Don’t burden others with your problems, but don’t meddle in someone else’s soul either. Lead a healthy lifestyle. Carry out your duties honestly and efficiently - for a woman to take care of the house and children, and for a man to get something, the more, the better. Another decent person must control his desires, feelings and even thoughts. Or at least don't show them. Decent meant discreet.

Everything that was beyond the boundaries of this was not valued, and according to Anya’s reasoning, it turned out that being decent is the highest meaning of existence.

To be continued

"Heartstring"

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M. Greek white-hot, sensual or chulaya vein in the body; a conductor of feeling and all animal activity (movement, nutrition, assimilation), between the center of brain activity and other parts of the body. Nerves consist of medullary filaments in a sheath. Nervous, nervy, nervous, related to nerves; the first more expresses attitude, belonging; the second and third property, quality. Nervous system, the totality of the entire structure of nerves in the body. Nerve sheath. Nerve nodes, ganglia, cerebral thickenings at intersections and white-hot spots. Nervous pain, seizures, the cause of which doctors attribute to the nerves. A nervous woman, subject to these attacks; irritable. Nervous fever, the essence of which is attributed to damage to the brain and nerve veins. Neurology, neurology g. part of anatomy; doctrine of white housing. Neuralgia w. neuralgic nerve pain; This is the name for persistent, prolonged pain, without inflammation or other visible symptoms, which is why they are classified as nerves. Neurologist is an anatomist and physiologist, especially interested in the study of neurology. Nervous drops. Nervous worries. Nervous poisons. Nervus m. plant Neurada, translated

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One day I discovered an interesting observation from Mark Twain. This is how his words sounded in my head until I decided to find the original quote: “At seven years old, I idolized my father. At fourteen I thought he was a complete idiot. Another seven years later, when I was twenty-one, I was surprised at how wiser my dad had become!” Twain has no words about the age of seven, and his words about fourteen years are even harsher. My memory was formed in this way because I am sometimes called an ideologist of growing up — I deal with the stages of development of the human personality and the systems that people create. Knowing these stages, you can understand yourself and your life as a directed, holistic path of development, you can accurately restore lost skills for life, you can confidently plan the harmonious upbringing of a child, you can increase internal and external wealth, collecting treasures on earth and in heaven, you can to build human systems large and small so that each person is in the right place, has the right task and does the best he can.

The word "education" has the root word "image". The formation of our image occurs throughout life and the worst thing that can happen to a person is the illusory confidence that he has nothing more to learn. Indeed, education as a lifelong process has several distinct phases. Sometimes they do not look like sequential stages, but rather resemble a school of playing on different strings of the soul. Access to these strings opens up for us sequentially, but we can learn to play each string efficiently, learn to extract harmonious chords from several strings throughout our entire lives.

First string. We are born helpless creatures, unable to survive without parental help. Our first science is to learn to control our body, to realize that there are basic ways to satisfy the body’s needs, extract pleasure from it and avoid pain. We cannot live without mastering this string; it is extremely difficult for us to act in the world if the accompaniment of our body is disturbed.

Second string. In our earliest childhood, we are woven from an unaccountable and reverent love for the best people in the world around us. For their sake, for the sake of their look, words, affection, children are ready to do anything. This warm attitude of a loved one creates and shapes our ability to be sincere. We become aware of the presence of a second string only after we have more or less mastered playing the first. And another way — our second string becomes noticeable, resonating with the sound of the same music emanating from parental care.

Third string. From time to time, against the background of this blissful picture, the first foci of our desire to be a separate, strong, independent person flare up chaotically but persistently. We begin to practice fierce hatred of everything that stands in our way. The inevitable lessons of capriciousness, disobedience, and aggression prepare us so that we can learn to reproduce the sound of freedom, will, the right to personal happiness, and the right to achieve our goals. General educational institutions receive us desperately strumming the first three strings.

Fourth string. Once we are convinced of the ability to be “free from,” we can, by inertia, move to “freedom for.” However, you know many people who continue throughout their lives to play the three-chord music of a painful need for respect, for power, for the accumulation of material wealth and social status. But if our parents or society are able to reproduce the sound of the fourth string and teach us to play it, then we understand the importance of decency, honor, and personal dignity. We learn to respect social principles and adequately comply with accepted standards.

Fifth string. We often have to learn to play this kind of music on our own. By this time, we begin to re-evaluate the rules of life learned earlier. This is puberty, the last years at school. Sometimes rightly, and sometimes rashly, something seems absurd, meaningless and useless to us, and we have to remember the skill of playing the third string in order to distance ourselves from what we consider unnecessary. But the most important skill of this string is the ability to create new, own settings, rules, laws, including all the sound options of previous strings, but surpassing them in flexibility, efficiency, and rational logic. The fifth string teaches us to think systematically. And yes — this music is accessible to everyone, but not all people can play it yet. Although it is precisely this sound that we hear around us as a calling guide. This is the music of mature business, modern science, this is the music of the social and political life of developed countries.

Sixth string. Only adult, responsible, sensitive men and women are able to realize in themselves the ability to create music that is more elegant and subtle than that which is abundantly heard around. People find this chord in themselves by caring about the ecology of nature and human relations, establishing equality of opportunity, questioning, improving and sometimes erasing the boundaries between scientific disciplines, social traditions, and economic norms. This string abolished slavery, it gave women the right to vote, it takes care of the individual development of children's talents. This string teaches people to think in systems of systems, but it is impossible to solve such difficult problems with the mind alone. The melody of the sixth string is gaining strong strength throughout the world, and you can hear it more and more clearly.

Nothing can stop a person’s desire to improve their world. There is a version that we are able to learn to perform even more subtle music. The influence of two more strings is described. On seventh string we decisively question the qualities of all our personal characteristics and realize ourselves as a cross-cutting, impetuous, unattached, living flow of events. Eighth string people realize, coming to an understanding of the organic, natural, all-connecting, common, global spirituality of this world, capable of uniting the people of the planet into one symphony orchestra, the coherence of which is emphasized by the endless variety of instruments.

In order not to wishful thinking, in order to follow the evolutionary processes initially inherent in us, we must learn to perform the melodies of our lives, playing qualitatively on each of the available strings. Any one string and entire chords of several strings can produce a healthy and pleasant melody, or they can have an unhealthy, disharmonious sound. We resonate with our little orchestras, being in communication with other people, finding with them what we call a “common language”. Or cacophony occurs, resulting from the inability of harmonious consonance. Mastering each new string gives us a powerful feeling of happiness. If you are looking for happiness for yourself, then most likely you are striving to master the next new string.

The task of human education is not at all to teach all members of society to perform solemn marches and anthems in unison (this is how the goal of the educational process is seen by a person who has not mastered more than four strings). And it’s not about becoming a lone virtuoso, a renowned maestro, a popular musician (this is how a person who adores his brand new fifth string sees the goal of the educational process). Even the task of freely providing each child with the opportunity to effortlessly follow their own unique path of mastering a musical instrument will not lead to harmonious music playing, as enthusiastic admirers of the sound of only the sixth string often think. The modern world needs people who have access to everyone and every string of their soul. This is 1 - healthy body; 2 - understanding loved ones; 3 - free and strong; 4 - honest and decent; 5 - successful and efficient; 6 - caring and sincere; 7 - unattached and fearless; 8 - citizen of the world.

It happens that the hothouse conditions in our societies, in our families, make it so that we try to imitate the sound of new strings, playing on those that are available. For example, the easy availability of literature telling about the practices and results of the development of mystics of different spiritual traditions creates a situation in which a large number of people, in an effort to wishful thinking, try to imitate the most complex vibrations of the great souls of the past and present. This is wonderful, but quite often the untimely and uneven development of universal solfeggio causes problems with well-being, divorces families, destroys business partnerships, and leads to the inactive existence of finally enlightened narcissists.

It also happens that historical cataclysms, wars, social experiments tear some strings in our souls, and we are forced to replenish their sound. For example, in the post-Soviet space, twice in a century, the fourth string in people, responsible for order, legality, continuity of generations, and confidence in the future, was torn. That's why there are so many people around playing on the third string, reproducing the unhealthy sounds of treachery, shamelessness, swagger, but playing the written notes of the fifth string. Not all modern politicians and businessmen have the understanding that truly effective human systems are not created without respect for common semantic spaces, without personal compliance with laws that are common to all. Playing on the third string, you can, if you wish, hang a lot of shiny medals on yourself. But only together with the fourth string do we gain the ability to happiness that is not lonely, not self-centered, but to be recognized as worthy people who respect others and love their country. We still have a lot to learn. And perhaps the best we can do is try to raise our children without missing heartstrings.

More information about what is said in this article can be found by taking an interest in Spiral Dynamics and Ken Wilber's Integral Approach in his context of levels of development. The author's metaphor about the strings of the human soul seems to remove several contradictions in the description of the forms of human beauty and complexity. The metaphor of levels or stages of development used in existing texts has a certain linear, achievementist connotation and seems to imply commitment and movement along the steps — “higher, and higher, and higher!” In this case, the diversity of interactions between the “stages” of development, the nonlinear simultaneity of their presence, and their beauty are lost. When trying to describe a person's subjective space, we inevitably use metaphors, even when it seems to us that our language is strict and scientific. Not only the scientific result, but also the practical side of applying the theory in practice depends on the quality of these metaphors.

Human education, as mentioned above, is a constant, lifelong process. Look around. Listen. How many different unique human melodies! Literally every person has some ability that you do not have. But we still don’t always hear harmonious melodies in this huge chaos. The world is rapidly uniting into a single orchestra, striving to perform increasingly complex, magical, powerful symphonies. There are already all the means for this. We and our children are destined to become unique instruments with a wide range of capabilities. Simple instruments will also get their own part - the world strives for a harmonious sound. But today, more than ever, we and our children have a chance to master, absorb, and become composers of music that glorifies the evolution of the Universe.

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This video just shocked me, it deserves special attention and I won’t hide the fact that it’s painful to watch,

People with disabilities, in Russian, disabled people, are everywhere. Limitation of opportunities leaves its mark on the character of such people. And, perhaps, the most striking feature is the desire to be needed and useful. The overwhelming majority of such people want and can work. We all know that it is more than difficult for a disabled person to find any kind of employment in Russia, let alone the opportunity to find a good job that suits your liking, strength and pay. Therefore, I would like to bring to your attention a sketch story about the life of disabled people in the USA. Its author, Svetlana Bukina, has lived in the United States of America for 17 years. Her view of the problem is simply an outside view.
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It took me several years to live in America to realize that the word “disabled” is the English word invalid written in Russian letters. The Miriam-Webster dictionary defines invalid as follows:

Not valid: a: being without foundation or force in fact, truth, or law b: logically inconsequent - groundless, lawless, unsupported by facts. Illogical. Disabled is a noun. We can say: “Here comes the disabled person.” In English, there is also a similar word - CRIPPLE, but in terms of the degree of unspoken correlation it will be compared only with the "Negro". This is the name-calling that angry teenagers shout at the poor boy on crutches in heart-warming novels.

Nouns define a person - freak, genius, idiot, hero. Americans love adjective nouns no less than other peoples, but they prefer to call people with disabilities “disabled persons.” A person whose capabilities are limited. But first the man.

I work in the National Guard building, and there are disabled people everywhere. We are not talking about war veterans who lost arms or legs. They say there are many of them, but I don't see them. They sit in their “cubes” and do paper or computer work. I'm talking about those who were born with some kind of physical or mental disability, and more often - with both. It is easy for a soldier without a leg or arm to find a job. Try to find a job for a deaf-mute mentally retarded Korean or a woman in a wheelchair whose IQ, God forbid, is 75.

The Korean collects our trash from baskets and gives us new bags. A good guy whom everyone loves, and they pull out trash baskets from under the tables at the first sounds of his good-natured moo. A woman in a stroller, along with a half-mute Mexican, are cleaning our toilets. I don’t know exactly how they do it (especially she, in a stroller), but the toilets are shiny. And in the cafeteria, half of the servers are clearly not from this world, and they don’t even speak English well. But there’s no problem - you point your finger and they put it on a plate. They put it in very generously, I always ask to take some meat off, I can’t eat that much. And they always smile. And in a mini-cafe on the third floor there is a cheerful guy working, completely blind. He makes such hot dogs that hold on. In seconds. In general, it works better and faster than most sighted people.

These people do not give the impression of being unhappy and wretched, and they are not them. Disabled people in wheelchairs have specially equipped cars, or they are transported by a minibus adapted for this purpose. Everyone has a decently paid job, plus very decent pensions, vacations and insurance (they work for the state, after all). I know how apartments are furnished with them from the example of my own late grandmother, who was installed with a special telephone when she was almost deaf, and then replaced with the same one, but with giant buttons, when she was almost blind. They also brought a magnifying glass that magnified each letter a hundred times so that she could read. When her leg was amputated, the grandmother was moved to a new apartment, where there was room under the sinks for a wheelchair to enter, all the counters were low, and the bathroom was equipped with “grabs” built into the wall so that it was convenient to transfer from the chair to the toilet or in the bathroom.

Having seen enough of these people, I began to observe mentally and physically retarded children without sadness. The kindergarten where my youngest son goes is located in a separate wing of the school for such children. Every morning I see them getting off buses or their parents’ cars – some on their own, some with the help of someone else. Some from the outside look absolutely normal, while others can be seen a mile away that something is wrong with them. But these are ordinary children - they throw snowballs, laugh, make faces, lose their mittens. They study in a well-equipped school, taught by specialists who have been trained for at least four years on how to best treat them and how to best teach such children.

Recently I had the opportunity to run into a man at work, let’s call him Nikolai, who came to America from Moscow several years ago. After talking with him for some time, I still could not understand what prompted this man to emigrate. He himself is a highly qualified specialist, a programmer, and so is his wife, and both were well established; the eldest son graduated from one of the best physical and mathematical schools in Moscow. They had a wonderful apartment, a car... Besides, the people were Russian, Muscovites of God-knows-what generation, all their relatives remained there, all their friends. Nikolai did not fit into the image of a typical immigrant. However, he was precisely an immigrant: he won a green card, applied for citizenship, bought a house and had no intention of returning. Policy? Climate? Ecology? I was at a loss.

I had to ask directly. “So I have a daughter...” my new acquaintance hesitated. My daughter was mutilated at birth - somehow they pulled her out with forceps incorrectly. The girl has cerebral palsy in a fairly serious form, she walks on crutches (those that start from the elbow, such as stands), must wear special shoes and is several years behind in development.

In Moscow, I had neither relatives nor friends with mentally or physically retarded children, so what Nikolai told me was a revelation and caused a slight shock. Firstly, there was no place for the girl to study. At home, please, but there are no normal (read: special) schools for them. It is better not to mention what exists. My wife had to quit her job and teach her daughter at home. But how? It is difficult to teach such children in traditional ways; special methods and a certain approach are needed. It is not enough to accumulate information on the Internet - it requires a special talent. The mathematician’s wife had many talents, but God deprived her of this specific one. The woman left a promising and beloved job and hung around with a disabled child, not knowing how to deal with her, and feeling that life was going to hell.

But that was only the beginning. The child was entitled to some special benefits, which had to be obtained by humiliating himself and going through the seven circles of bureaucratic hell. The worst part were the visits to the doctors. The girl was terrified of them, screaming, trembling and hysterical. Each time they hurt her very much, explaining to her mother with a stern look that this was necessary. All this - for very decent money, in a private clinic. Nikolai told me that his daughter developed a phobia for many years - she was terrified of all people in white coats. It took several months here in America for her to begin to recover, and several years for her to fully trust the doctors.

However, all this was not enough to push Nicholas to emigrate. His roots are too deeply rooted in Russia. The decision to leave was made when the daughter began to grow up, and Nikolai and his wife suddenly realized that in that country she had absolutely no prospects, no hope, excuse the banality, for a bright future. You can live in Moscow if you are healthy and able to earn a decent living. A person with a serious disability coupled with mental retardation simply has nothing to do there. They left for the sake of their daughter.

They don't regret it. They are nostalgic, of course, they love their homeland, they go there every two years for the third year and take care of their Russian passports. Nikolai said only good things about Russia. But he prefers to live here. My daughter has blossomed in America, goes to a school similar to the one where my son is in kindergarten, is only two or three years behind in development compared to five just a few years ago, has made a bunch of girlfriends and learned to love doctors and physical therapists. The whole street adores her. The wife went to work and perked up.

Nikolai and his family live not in a metropolis like New York or Washington, but in a small city in a Central American state. I won’t name the state - there are too few Russians there, they are easily recognized - but imagine Kentucky or Ohio. There are similar schools everywhere, and not only teachers work there, but also psychologists and career counselors.

By the way, about careers. The Americans with Disabilities Act does not, as some people think, force people with disabilities to be hired or guaranteed employment. It clearly states that the same things are expected from an employee with a disability as from others. I personally saw and took part in interviews how they hired not a deaf or lame person (and not a black person, by the way), but the one who was better suited for the open position. Decisions were always well-reasoned, and problems never arose.

A conductor who goes deaf, a photographer who goes blind, or a loader who breaks his back will have to find another job. But if an accountant breaks his back, then the employer is obliged to provide him with access to the workplace - build a ramp for a stroller, for example, or install an elevator. A paralyzed accountant is no worse than a healthy one, but if he is fired or not hired, all other things being equal, because the owner of the company was too lazy to build a ramp or wasted money on a specially equipped toilet stall, then the boss can easily be sued.
At first many people spat, but then buildings simply began to be built differently. And at the same time modify the old ones - just in case. Being determines consciousness. Almost everything is now equipped for disabled people, everywhere. Not only do people with disabilities themselves benefit, society benefits. We are not even talking about those who have only physical problems - the country is acquiring high-quality specialists in a myriad of fields. At IBM alone, for example, there are hundreds of paralyzed, blind, deaf-mute and any other programmers and financiers. Their work is evaluated according to exactly the same criteria as the work of everyone else. Having once invested money in infrastructure, the company reaps the benefits for many years, receiving qualified and, most importantly, grateful and loyal employees to the company.

But what about the mentally retarded? For those who are okay with mobility, there is also plenty of work to do. But even people like the woman who cleans our toilets have work to do. Lengthen her brush and brush, and she will scrub the toilet no worse than any other cleaner. You can bag food in supermarkets or mow lawns, walk dogs or keep an eye on kids. One of the teachers in my son’s kindergarten is a girl with Down syndrome. She, of course, is not the main teacher and does not make serious decisions, but she is a very warm and gentle person and calms all the screaming kids, never getting irritated or raising her voice. The children adore her.

Let's forget about the benefits to society for a moment. Of course, well-off people do not have to pay disability benefits from our common pocket, and this is good from an economic and demographic point of view. But it's not just that. Attitude towards the elderly and disabled is one of the best determinants of the health of a society. No economic indicators, no military might, no political weight will tell you about a country what a bunch of happy kids with autism, cerebral palsy, or Down syndrome will say, not to mention an equally happy group of their parents. After all, America not only gave Nikolai’s daughter hope for a normal – and decent – ​​life, it gave no less to her mother.

Medicine is moving forward by leaps and bounds. More and more sick children are surviving into adulthood, and women are giving birth later and later, whether we like it or not. The number of children with disabilities is unlikely to decrease, although early testing of pregnant women makes it possible for now to keep it more or less stable. An interesting fact is that more and more mothers, having learned that their child has Down syndrome or some other disorder, prefer not to have an abortion.

Of course, physical problems and low IQ will not go away, and these people will not function at the average level. But one thing is certain: whatever their potential, they will achieve the maximum of what they are capable of. Because a person with disability is not disabled. This is a man with a set of problems. And if you help him, he will become valid.
You read the article and understand how far we are from such social comfort. Sometimes it’s not possible to push an ordinary baby stroller into an elevator, and there’s no need to talk about strollers for the disabled.
What a blessing that we have Someone
Who needs you, needs you anyone!
Who cares for us,
On whose shoulder do we find peace?

Who will listen to us and not judge us,
Who will lend a faithful hand in need,
Who will cool down the anger in the raging soul
And he will never betray you into misfortune.

It’s so good that this Someone is nearby,
When there is no strength in the world to live anymore.
He will understand everything and with a warm, kind look
He will tell you what to do, how to be.

Also, someone will simply regret it,
And he will sympathize with your fate
And gently warms you on your chest,
Without thinking about yourself.

Oh, how we need this simple “Someone” -
A straw on life's journey.
The salvation of our souls is his concern,
But it is very difficult for us to find it.

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{ Irina

The soul lies in intensive care...
Under a drip of simple smiles...
Healing slowly
From the poison of past mistakes.
The soul was always generous,
Swung open to everyone she met
Without knowing: - there is a limit when
You're giving yourself away, carelessly...

Irina

She's a lighthouse, she's a star
Or an abyss, an abyss, darkness.
She sleeps sweetly like a baby,
Or soars proudly like a bird.

He will become a lion and rush into battle,
Or a hare looking for peace,
Suddenly I'm sick
And the blues knock her off her feet.

Drives away death and sings a song,
Then suddenly he wilts and tears flow.
What a thin string
What is the soul called?

Irina

What a thin string
What is the soul called?
Touched her a little mentally,
She sings, but how and what?

It depends, it always does
From those who are nearby. Sometimes,
From the thoughts that come to us,
In an empty apartment at night.

From mood, love,
And how happy you are.
What a thin string
What is called the soul.

Irina

You knock and I will open it for you,
You will enter my house and sit by the fire...
Grey-haired...strangely handsome...
So how long have I not seen you!?
Perhaps it was in a past life -
Your love and the warmth of your lips...
The gardens were blooming and the cherry trees were ripe somewhere...
Tell me, how many years have passed?
Probably a lot, but...hearing the voice,
My heart started beating at random...
Now I don’t believe that time heals...
That means people are telling lies.
We will be silent, we don’t need words at all,
Let our hearts speak for us now.
You are the pain of my soul, but...how glad I am for you,
Just wait... I'll go and slam the door tighter...

Irina

We will meet - at the edge of the sky...
And the sun on an outstretched hand
It will turn over and freeze twice...
In an incomprehensible ancient language
You'll tell me that I'm already in heaven
That hunger and thirst are unknown here...
Let's stay - at the edge of the sky.
Your footprints on the blue sand
Suddenly they disappear... Blessing everyone,
In an incomprehensible ancient language
I will mechanically repeat three times -
Slightly intoning:
- We will meet one day...
Who will you be and who will I not be?
What the sun will become - on your hand
Quiet, it won’t matter anymore.
In an incomprehensible ancient language
We will both renounce lies,
And at the same time, from the truth - and bravely
Let's look down.
- Do you see where the ground is?
Perhaps - there.. we will meet one day.......

Irina

I was looking for the riddle of a woman
In verses there is one poet.
He read two hundred books
Couldn't find the answer.

He asked one question
To everyone you meet along the way:
"How is love measured?
And where can I find it?"

One said:
"The price of love is two thousand coins,
Carriage, castle, many servants
And lunch until morning."

Another said:
"Love is a game,
pretense and deception.
Talk more flattery -
Be successful with the ladies."

And then he met the sage
And there was a new answer:
"Love is the fire of one candle,
There is no brighter one.

From fairy tales, songs, children's dreams
Fire is born.
From affection, gentle kind words
Love is born.

Keep it like the main talisman
The fire of your love.
And you'll see who's coming
To the light of your candle."

Irina

I’m already weak and have no strength,
But he doesn’t regret anything.
A candle cannot love fire,
Having fallen in love, she quietly melts.
but can't live without him,
Lives and dies with fire.
The candle burned out and the wax melted.
And the burning tears froze.
Their life span was short,
Just a night... But how loved!

Irina

The candle, burning, sheds tears,
As if regretting something.
Just a night and life will pass,
By morning it was barely smoldering in the cinder.
The candle cannot overcome itself,
That the century is short - he understands.
But every time I meet the night,
He burns himself in the fire of love.
The candle is small, the light is dim.
The fire burns, it warms.

Irina

Oh Lord, how I loved you
How I have cherished your peace for centuries,
What kind of birch water did you drink?

I am your shy horse!
How all the troubles of the hard times took revenge on us,
How I waited for the messenger, the letter, the news!
And you rushed through all the millennia,
To me alone, changing horses!!!

Irina

Everything that is given by fate.

Try to think and decide

Cool head.

You can overcome anything

Even though life is sometimes difficult.

Good luck, sorrows, success -

Test everything to the bottom.

And even if my heart is heavy,

And there is sadness in my soul.

Don't be discouraged, in spite of fate,

And be patient for now...

Irina

When your heart is heavy

And there is sadness in my soul,

Don't be discouraged, in spite of fate,

And be patient for now.

Believe me, another day will come,

The melancholy will disappear

My heart will become so light,

And life will be easy.

We just need to wait it out

Irina

The doorbell rang. Opened - Maturity
On the threshold in person.
Instead of thin trousers, she wore
Dress of a new-fashioned style.
Instead of slightly painted eyelashes,
Instead of lips untouched by lipstick,
It becomes familiar on the face
Slightly noticeable autumn coolness.
The first wrinkles are slightly noticeable,
My thighs have become a little noticeably fatter,
Men like her more
She feels more subtle in bed. She smiled, extended her hand,
He says (with the hope of reciprocity):
“I’m coming to you. For a long time,” I sighed.
What can we do? I'm hospitable...

Nelya

I wanted to go back to childhood again
In the happy eighties,
Where it was so easy to live and sing,
It seemed like forever!

Where is the New Year - the kindest holiday!
He smelled like tangerines forever!
And for your Country of Soviets
Every person was proud!

Where is the soda in the vending machines?
With one glass for everyone!
"Irony of Fate" in cinemas
For kissing - no interference!

Ice cream cost a penny
And the popsicle - wow! as much as twenty-two!
And a couple of lovers on a bench,
They were not happier on earth!

Where songs spilled out of open windows
About how MAPLE makes noise,
And about ALYOSHKINA’S LOVE.
Where the world was woven from goodness and light...
But where to find all this again?

I wanted to go back to my childhood again...
But, as we know, there are no tickets there!
There is no way to get him back!
And only in the soul - a distant warm light!..

Anna

How a leaf flows smoothly,

Why am I so surprised?!

And many amazing thoughts

About you and about me!


And eyes, otherwise the blue sea -

It seemed like you were mine forever!


Ale non-destructive leaf of the plant,

It's all already over

And my flow of thoughts and thoughts,

And they’ve lost all the good fortune about you!

(powerful creation)

Anna

Let
your ship sails tirelessly,

IN
the land of dreams, fantasies and daydreams,

AND
so that he, almost like Greene,

yours
brought love on deck...

How
there are a lot of them, deceitful, dirty, torn,

Those
sails looming in the distance

A
I wish you only scarlet ones,

AND
real, sincere love.


Such common ones as Novikov, Menshikov, Krivoshchekin, etc. came from the nickname. To find out their meaning, you need to understand what nickname it came from and what this nickname meant.

Many surnames come from a profession, from a place of residence, from the names of animals and birds, from any personal qualities and traits of a person, from a person’s character and habits, from a person’s appearance.

Thus, by understanding the structure and identifying the root in it, which most often indicates the source of education, you can learn a lot about the meaning and interpretation of your own surname.

 


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