tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831738172231282422024-03-18T21:07:48.753-07:00Feelings and emotions of Victory...Viktoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01637592014296126207noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383173817223128242.post-66697573866929239382013-03-05T04:59:00.001-08:002013-03-05T04:59:57.244-08:00Enjoy...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Viktoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01637592014296126207noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383173817223128242.post-28289706668361575462012-04-03T06:00:00.004-07:002012-04-03T06:53:28.866-07:00...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwDL7WAilw6KNlCQc5jIit-Cra017UT25bIPfhS0dWbx7u1GXqP7na9bxeJZDQS9xBNkIaOWc39aJzFwejPsLBqbHyGdlvbT9j5qFNUnrK6CKWpHm8i9UQopxSwqqgQQApuyhyiZLNm95E/s1600/tumblr_lv4j85E21Z1r720b7o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwDL7WAilw6KNlCQc5jIit-Cra017UT25bIPfhS0dWbx7u1GXqP7na9bxeJZDQS9xBNkIaOWc39aJzFwejPsLBqbHyGdlvbT9j5qFNUnrK6CKWpHm8i9UQopxSwqqgQQApuyhyiZLNm95E/s320/tumblr_lv4j85E21Z1r720b7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727160142906961378" border="0" /></a><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Обычная таблица"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US">“Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. </span>Happiness never decreases by being shared.”<span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"> “All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become.”<br /><br />“Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.”<br /><br />“To understand everything is to forgive everything”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"> “A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. A man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"> “Have compassion for all beings, rich and poor alike; each has their suffering. </span>Some suffer too much, others too little.”<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"> “To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"> “To conquer oneself is a greater task than conquering others”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"> “All things appear and disappear because of the concurrence of causes and conditions. Nothing ever exists entirely alone; everything is in relation to everything else.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"> “Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"> “I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"> “In a controversy the instant we feel anger we have already ceased striving for the truth, and have begun striving for ourselves.”<br /><br />“In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions out of their own minds and then beleive them to be true. </span>“</p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;">Buddha</span><br /><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"></span></p> <span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"></span>Viktoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01637592014296126207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383173817223128242.post-8154855986188034242012-04-03T04:54:00.003-07:002012-04-03T05:04:29.545-07:00Continuous fight... 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Definetely!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAeSrpjw71_w_O5CnYXXTcmntnkRPn87ycBi7cKyNnGaEIHrC5MWmkQEku3945YoJkVN5ALmwBbwogaogfGfWsVIuZ2JkaNkcXORQnr7rU-pwmm40u1_yb5iWLU3QNDm18vXSciqXOVExT/s1600/30dlbl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAeSrpjw71_w_O5CnYXXTcmntnkRPn87ycBi7cKyNnGaEIHrC5MWmkQEku3945YoJkVN5ALmwBbwogaogfGfWsVIuZ2JkaNkcXORQnr7rU-pwmm40u1_yb5iWLU3QNDm18vXSciqXOVExT/s320/30dlbl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727142923486522610" border="0" /></a><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Обычная таблица"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US">Life… Unpredictable, mysterious, surprising, astonishing… <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>One day you wake up with incredible plans for your future. Next morning, you are broke, miserable, and your life does not make sense anymore. You need to struggle, create new goals again, again and again. At the end, you have chances to greet morning with the smile on your face. Amazing? Maybe… But anyway, the life is worth this fight! <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></span></p>Viktoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01637592014296126207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383173817223128242.post-64909941684931314442011-11-30T04:43:00.001-08:002011-11-30T04:46:02.203-08:00The day before the new life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKOMrSwwAXOvMGTaTK9sEwBWcpwGp_QUO2EiL9P13nyW1aTdN_8EhYq9o_-NdZXat3P8tFncJw5Yq-8SoFbcahUys6dgG0dzY0iVAnPL8V-ZnTYRdYwiJfQ5kO4ivbObD3Oe2O3G4ZxeQ/s1600/tea-candle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKOMrSwwAXOvMGTaTK9sEwBWcpwGp_QUO2EiL9P13nyW1aTdN_8EhYq9o_-NdZXat3P8tFncJw5Yq-8SoFbcahUys6dgG0dzY0iVAnPL8V-ZnTYRdYwiJfQ5kO4ivbObD3Oe2O3G4ZxeQ/s320/tea-candle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680768688165569250" border="0" /></a><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Обычная таблица"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US">Yesterday he told her that they need to break up… Tomorrow she will leave him and fly away… Now the warm light of candles illuminates the small room; in cosy silence, they are taking a bath and drinking champagne</span><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">, without words, without worries… </span></p>Viktoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01637592014296126207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383173817223128242.post-24698067393226088732011-09-12T04:17:00.000-07:002011-09-14T09:53:37.389-07:00New Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijjszAcEMs8VwtL7hkJVjeFnoPn2aILt1SsFZg4ogw0LoN_cbAokrR3n_TsJJa10-mj52fHj3tt_Cp9mrJ1BIbkqxRIF9YhgD9ViXb-HfGYn3ggGgttB_mjtwJRR5K8jszNgpc-pjcxjv7/s1600/x_9a126e3d_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijjszAcEMs8VwtL7hkJVjeFnoPn2aILt1SsFZg4ogw0LoN_cbAokrR3n_TsJJa10-mj52fHj3tt_Cp9mrJ1BIbkqxRIF9YhgD9ViXb-HfGYn3ggGgttB_mjtwJRR5K8jszNgpc-pjcxjv7/s320/x_9a126e3d_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651431068410703842" border="0" /></a><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Обычная таблица"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US">Our life is a continuous flow – we are going with the stream and suppose that we are the same persons as 2 or 3 years ago. But a sudden obstacle on the "river of life" makes us stop for a moment and look back. Starting from this point we are already not the same. We’ve changed. We open our eyes, look around and realize that </span><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">the colours</span><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US"> of OUR life have gained a new shade, and our tranquil stream has changed its direction.</span></p>Viktoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01637592014296126207noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383173817223128242.post-27508026123769935462011-03-29T07:13:00.000-07:002011-03-29T10:39:25.625-07:00Spring feathers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDF2bOVEmscaqnfhsDRIc7Z-J93a0aQnK0hM0FrWzAR9vflk-gBD7YhuFsPuta9GtG88WAKdj0Z8IBCybTyKhBR68P87Ka7iigi9sAr48fbmjT-zcRVcHg7kb3UP3pcSGWh6UrDQVCkS7Q/s1600/28177987.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDF2bOVEmscaqnfhsDRIc7Z-J93a0aQnK0hM0FrWzAR9vflk-gBD7YhuFsPuta9GtG88WAKdj0Z8IBCybTyKhBR68P87Ka7iigi9sAr48fbmjT-zcRVcHg7kb3UP3pcSGWh6UrDQVCkS7Q/s320/28177987.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589505604047088722" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 150%; "><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US">Today is 29 March. The wind is blowing and the little snowflakes are dancing in the sky. The spring snowflakes differ from the winter. They remind me the feathers – so white, light and fluffy. It’s seems like someone has torn a pillow somewhere in the sky, and now, these little icy feathers are whirling in a dance of wind.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p>Viktoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01637592014296126207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383173817223128242.post-37286781117023312272011-03-24T12:59:00.001-07:002012-04-03T05:51:17.373-07:00We are so foolish<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidcLsmwz2bP164yOMP7_ZZmWW-ZmWvXcA4uGQarUvbMtBOd0YVoNBPO4AthbEFFgw6Lvlx-cyPBv-MEKvEII2NDzn5dndAyhPG7v7RNWpTzuIAdkkJCjTgOz9rSBNf5C6XzTurvvaOowf/s1600/loneliness1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidcLsmwz2bP164yOMP7_ZZmWW-ZmWvXcA4uGQarUvbMtBOd0YVoNBPO4AthbEFFgw6Lvlx-cyPBv-MEKvEII2NDzn5dndAyhPG7v7RNWpTzuIAdkkJCjTgOz9rSBNf5C6XzTurvvaOowf/s320/loneliness1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587739738485256642" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US">Sometimes people don’t understand how happy they are! They eat their pain and repeat in their heads again and again the worst things that had happened with them. They complain that they don’t have anything, only because they don’t have everything. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US">Why we do so? Why we just cannot be grateful for the things that we have? Why we just cannot be grateful for life that was granted to us? Why we make our lives so complicated?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US" lang="EN-US">My friend had recently retailed me the conversation that she had heard in the bus. It was between the little boy and his mother. He told her: ‘I have a father, a mother, two grandmothers, and a grandfather. I am so rich…’ <o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p>Viktoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01637592014296126207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383173817223128242.post-75534353173378199692011-03-06T05:35:00.000-08:002011-03-24T13:57:12.111-07:00Helplessness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMyx5Q2oHBLYG4pLbJGlNgCaNwn2qAqLtEZHGDBQQrEZiuxQd50i1AFRANS7kNe_2-mXhY1yPOfU7TK8QbWw7dl6VQvK8k6aoc7aEp9TSWPJqQyliB_-CmASVffvDWvAbwR6Sau0E1zzyc/s1600/458870.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580961187033168658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMyx5Q2oHBLYG4pLbJGlNgCaNwn2qAqLtEZHGDBQQrEZiuxQd50i1AFRANS7kNe_2-mXhY1yPOfU7TK8QbWw7dl6VQvK8k6aoc7aEp9TSWPJqQyliB_-CmASVffvDWvAbwR6Sau0E1zzyc/s320/458870.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Have you ever felt pain? Not that pain caused by the kick or punch, or the pain that occurs from the rude words or bad attitude? No. I speak about the constant poignant and killing pain. It does not happen very often, I would rather say quite rare, but if you had a ‘luck’ to meet it, you probably are not the luckiest person in the world. You may start guessing what can be the reason for such enormously emotional pain. The answer is quite simple. It is death. But not that death that comes and takes our close people quickly and without any hesitation. You know, it is the best kind of death. I want to tell you about another death. The death, that is always near to you. You see her everyday, and you feel her every minute. …Your close person is dying. You cannot help him and you cannot change anything. Do you know what is the most painful in this situation? He has a chance to survive. If he wanted it, he would live. But he didn't… </div>Viktoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01637592014296126207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383173817223128242.post-66984113549812978372011-02-22T09:16:00.000-08:002011-02-22T10:02:25.338-08:00For someone special...<em>Everyone has someone special... someone who makes us smile in the mornings and get butterflies in our stomachs... someone who makes our hearts throb and we cannot get rid of these thrilling feelings... And how wonderful life is when someone is in the world.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>P.S. For my M. from his S. </em><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzf7hXdgAcgotUYRhJEEh6IdJMrJxaW52PXYpsBPCPKHHGCsRBScbY0apXlsnxiaMbdixksTnG2g05Ndrxn4Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Viktoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01637592014296126207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383173817223128242.post-14820561605000732782011-01-13T13:39:00.000-08:002011-01-13T14:08:40.301-08:00Doggy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWRX3unbZxTkWaVMF8VnQLO1nJ82Z4nK2dB3mmpVJvah7EVezNGKzJjzeKpMCB5LHZZJFh1gmn-bh8haSi0vhmT2rq63c_-4y-2hqiWMyTQko26U028tO5ayzKEo2Sr8l1AlqkfddleJ5w/s1600/Animals_Dogs_Funny_puppy_025711_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561789991858875186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWRX3unbZxTkWaVMF8VnQLO1nJ82Z4nK2dB3mmpVJvah7EVezNGKzJjzeKpMCB5LHZZJFh1gmn-bh8haSi0vhmT2rq63c_-4y-2hqiWMyTQko26U028tO5ayzKEo2Sr8l1AlqkfddleJ5w/s320/Animals_Dogs_Funny_puppy_025711_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Do you like dogs? I do. I really do! Dogs are the most devoted creatures in the world. Just imagine - you come home – tired and sleepy, and everything you want to do is nothing. However, you are met by a lovely doggy, whose happiness has no limits. Of course, you smile :) God has created a miracle of nature – a creature whose main aim is to love and to be loved. Dog will love you if you are wicked, dishonest or cruel. Dog loves you only because you are his owner. He just cannot not to love. It is pitifully that we cannot understand the dog’s language. Maybe, if we do, we will discover the secret of true and pure love. </div>Viktoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01637592014296126207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383173817223128242.post-13302108434906760002011-01-13T10:40:00.000-08:002011-01-13T11:31:30.570-08:00Disappointment<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVlNF10nXbypFXCbCzWE8hGig7n5n6mHzzDrLriJSUlps5HQYyVLDTkdBMzTtHZS2kKS_OG7XMUhtBwXa8fh4ZlsdGpJo6_5aaPq9W_OAVDr00IlKPfMS4inrbLDXWz_me_gYRTaq8hNyD/s1600/ist2_6547775-sad-moments.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561746631803322882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVlNF10nXbypFXCbCzWE8hGig7n5n6mHzzDrLriJSUlps5HQYyVLDTkdBMzTtHZS2kKS_OG7XMUhtBwXa8fh4ZlsdGpJo6_5aaPq9W_OAVDr00IlKPfMS4inrbLDXWz_me_gYRTaq8hNyD/s320/ist2_6547775-sad-moments.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsNcNnFapzjMsOSobM_FD_n4WSnZ9rcsTqk5ipvsvAyY4kN7VwPCI2ppafk5B2cJULZy5aGyic08FltyVLPfTWM041tnR3uRYTf7gZOp9khydyUfs6wqJbmpJ3Dx1ER975BXgg_R_jeOB/s1600/ist2_6547775-sad-moments.jpg"></a>Sometimes I hate this world. I get up in the mornings with the feeling of something tranquil and serene, but out of doors… Everything changes… I find myself in the chaotic sphere of malice, egoism and evil. I don't know why I am writing this. Just hurts. The main low of our live is the low of egoism. People worry only about themselves… If something is none of their concern, they won't listen. If you need help, maybe, nobody will help you. Mournfully, but I don’t see changes…</div>Viktoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01637592014296126207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383173817223128242.post-28169820550963536522010-06-05T07:05:00.000-07:002010-06-05T07:26:50.225-07:00The Law of Thoughts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsjlkPrquqLvRJTZJsTKGEuHVz5E_3cn-bEyYRhYtN5gLF4QJKCWPmfrPLBARPCfxZWjlVI8RVVCzvlFL9mAbhbgN3eCc5dtsla_EJE6p3C4Y0GAtKDl-WsR1KoVhOqv8BNMKIUiESZ1H4/s1600/h.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479291128310291218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsjlkPrquqLvRJTZJsTKGEuHVz5E_3cn-bEyYRhYtN5gLF4QJKCWPmfrPLBARPCfxZWjlVI8RVVCzvlFL9mAbhbgN3eCc5dtsla_EJE6p3C4Y0GAtKDl-WsR1KoVhOqv8BNMKIUiESZ1H4/s200/h.jpg" border="0" /></a> We should be careful with our thoughts and wishes – they all become true! With our thoughts help we can change the surrounding world. We should only crave for something very strongly, and one day it will be realized.<br />The difficulty lies in the fact that we cannot always control our thoughts and wishes. Very often, we suffer from hard and unpleasant reflections, which poison our lives.<br />Ultimately, all these dismal presentiments become true, and it seems to us that it could not be otherwise,<br />No, every person is the master and builder of his own life. We should endeavour to think about something good – only in this case our life becomes better. If we always just complain or whimper, we will drug up only misfortune and troubles. A person is capable of forming his future with his own thoughts help. Think always about something good and you will have everything what you want. If we always expect misfortune, it will find us, and it will be those troubles, about which we were thinking.Viktoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01637592014296126207noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383173817223128242.post-44635479542605684482010-06-02T11:53:00.000-07:002010-06-06T21:33:09.776-07:00The Law of Chess<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PI1QaOo2gNUKV8r7qOouIu-_M0htJT5wXda4mjCwNwBLw635ithhDWTlsuPsPEMYynrBVhURJMFmVXKz3DIUh6BgjlMA1tk_JrSIpTYREDPKwaL8fxjDoeqSVg6U4AhQuOLC3TTZz5ao/s1600/1231775337_1231588413_chess-wallpaper-3d-01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478291647837662818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PI1QaOo2gNUKV8r7qOouIu-_M0htJT5wXda4mjCwNwBLw635ithhDWTlsuPsPEMYynrBVhURJMFmVXKz3DIUh6BgjlMA1tk_JrSIpTYREDPKwaL8fxjDoeqSVg6U4AhQuOLC3TTZz5ao/s200/1231775337_1231588413_chess-wallpaper-3d-01.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#009900;">Life is a chess board</span></strong> – each event in our life is a chess move. If we want to succeed in our life, we must to learn how to play. Chess is a very complicated game, and we have to make many efforts in order to learn how to play. If we get to know the law of chess, our life becomes happier, more fascinating, and more attractive.<br />Probably, we all noticed this peculiarity of life – first a black stripe, then - a white stripe. There are no people, whose life develops evenly – either only white stripes or only black ones. It cannot simply be so – we can be the luckiest people in the world, however, we will have troubles. It is a law.<br />For example, if a person has succeeded a great progress in business, most likely, this person will have the complications with health, or a disorder in the family, or a conflict with relatives, or something else. We cannot succeed in all spheres simultaneously. If we look at the life of the celebrities, whose life seems to us improbable and amazing, we can notice one feature: despite their popularity, very few celebrities can brag about a happy private life. Moreover, they very often have problems with their children or relatives. On the contrary, if we are not in luck now, it will be compensated in the future.<br />The chess is a very old game – it originated in India. A human life is like a chess game. This law of black-and-white stripes, the law of chess, has been known since ancient times. According to the history sources, an ancient lucky people, earning a good profit, spent a part of money on charity. They had a principle- we have to pay for all, because there is nothing for free.<br />Everyone wants to live happily, but it is not enough only to have a wish. We should become an experienced player in this life. It does not mean that we should only predict the moves of fate. We should work for everything. No one can get everything for free in this life. We should to learn to endow. When we endow voluntary, we make the move both for white and for black. It is the same that play chess with yourself. If we play both black chessmen and white chessmen, it will be easy to win. Therefore, we should be grateful, generous and far-sighted, and only then there are will be more white stripes in our life.Viktoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01637592014296126207noreply@blogger.com1