Happiness is different for everyone, it can be shared in exceptional cases because... Each person has his own assessment of values. Everyone perceives happiness in their own way, but no matter how a person perceives it, it always warms the soul and it is not necessary to show that light, that blanket that warms the soul, because everyone has their own boiler room under the chest and you only know and feel how much your happiness warms you.

What will you say if I tell you that your whole world is an illusion, that everything you believe in is just your thoughts, your opinion, which creates the illusion of the world, the illusion of freedom, your freedom. But all people are dependent, even if not on someone, then on something. And so think about what kind of freedom this is? What is your world like?

You can put endless likes and avatars with your significant other, but why? Why make your personal life public? So that someone would smile for you, and someone would throw a dirty word around you? Why put snotty statuses, and in case of a quarrel sit and whine, whine on the wall and show it to others. I don’t understand this, just talk, discuss it and don’t do it publicly, don’t clog other people’s brains with your problems.

What can I say? Everyone has their own thoughts and their own truth. What is truth? Many people confuse it with the true one, but this is not so, not at all, but still people believe that this is the case.

Katya Metelitsa, writer, screenwriter, beautiful girl. Photo: Ivan Pustovalov I live on Ivanovskaya Gorka, or rather even under the hill - on the border with Khitrovka. We moved in 2003, before that we lived practically on Tverskaya, and I almost still have the feeling that there is the center, and here there are almost settlements, the outskirts, the province. Although the Kremlin is here. Maybe because there I meet acquaintances at every step, but here somehow I don’t.

Catherine II, portrait by Alexei Antropov Koryavin, Ryabov, Ryabkov, Ryabtsev, Shadrin, Shcherbakov, Shchedrin, Shcherbin... Surnames familiar to everyone. However, not everyone knows that they originated from nicknames that were given to people who had had smallpox: pockmarked, generous, gap-toothed... Smallpox is an unpleasant thing, you know. Fever, chills, headache, aches. And most importantly, sores all over the body, which, if the sufferer survives, permanently disfigure the face.

The village of T., overgrown with poplars and tall grass along the edges, stood on a clay hillock near the Udrus River. Until recently, the indigenous population here significantly prevailed over the dacha population, but after another change of milestones, the dacha way of life became the main one.

foto by Sebastiao Salgado To understand why cities have turned into redundant, grotesque, dead formations in which there is no place for man and his nostalgia for humanity, we talked with Alexander Rappaport, an architectural theorist whose areas of interest include problems of the relationship between man and the environment, the fate of the city, and the dehumanization of urban space.

PERSONAL REFLECTIONS ABOUT THE FACTS OF EXISTENCE Diagnosis (as an introduction to the topic) Personality is a concept developed to reflect the social nature of a person, consider him as a subject of sociocultural life, define him as a bearer of an individual principle, self-revealing in the context of social relations, communication and objective activity.

Oksana Kuropatkina Paganism is many thousands of years old, and it has not left the world. Family and one’s people as the highest value, glory and military valor, reverence for the pantheon of heroes, the cult of nature, the desire to control mysterious supernatural forces - this is all pagan heritage.