I stood on the porch and looked at our little garden in the glow of early summer. Sadiq is not one of those that soothe the soul. The sun lingered there for a short time, so the land was always black and wet. Of the plants were carried out in a corner, only two or three faded hydrangea bush, but I'm not very fond of these flowers. Next door was stuck a few trees, and there heard the cry of a mechanical bird, resembling a crown rattle spring. God knows what kind of bird it was and how she looked, but I called her Clockwork Bird. Every day, winding bird flew here and wound up the spring of our quiet little world.
Wind-up bird chronicles
I have realized that have always loved to draw - just some kind of freaks has always prevented this and had the desire ti kill my inspiration. all ended in words - you just draw pure colors, you do not have the volume, all is too boring. No, not boring - I know I can draw well. when there is a desire to be given such a case, why should the picture or sketch of the plot to be inconspicuous? I do not agree with that.
people can draw, it does not matter - good or bad - if he puts into drawing himself, his consciousness, feelings, emotions, will not be perceived as yet another picture of a spoit sheet of paper. Marc Chagall’s paintings are not distinguished as perfect art, but these products are highly regarded throughout the world. That’s because the creator reflects in the work hiimself, but a man, as you know - an unfathomable mystery, even the most inquisitive minds.
I started reading the Garbuzov’s cocept of instincts - mother’s bookshelves are always full of second-hand books that are relevant, however, solely to medicine. theory is not about four but three temperaments, which he offers in this book can not be tested at all pepole. if we start from the concept of his book, a quarter of people in the world should end his life prematurely from physical / mental / mental overload. Garbuzov believes that this quarters of those opportunities is minimal, so they should only water the flowers in the garden and gather the harvest from time to time, but not overworking his abilities. My verdict is this - too utopian system that is unattainable in today’s society. If hypothetically, to convince people that they are using their limits, and in fact are able to perform well in a small order, it will collapse of the cult of personality. More than half of these people slid down the slope into the abyss - in fact the only meaning of life for most people are just ambitions. and what to do when there are no more goals, but to set unattainable bar - it is dangerous to health?
during the further reading, I hope to find less drastic aging of temperaments, but so far I do not like this concept because it can be applied only in case of an absolute beginning - when in life do people still did not known, did not know the joy of victory and the bitterness of loss. anyway, I would not have dared to suggest such children when they haven’t formed their minds yet - too uncompetitive idea.
