Мої враження від книги Р. Баха "Чайка Джонатан Levinhston "
reading a book by Richard Bach" Jonathan Livingston Seagull, "I reaffirmed my belief that we live not for wealth, but for something spiritual, for their improvement. ... You can not live like living in a gull vatazi on earth deruchys for pieces of food, and should seek perfection of the soul. Only thus can we become happy, because we live for happiness. We have to get rid of negative feelings, learn people to forgive the evil that they do to us, and we will overcome obstacles to reach heaven, heaven - this is our perfection.
we do only good and evil to forgive. The words of Jonathan, to draw seagulls Fletcher: «do not need their ruhat, Fletcher. Yzhnav tebya, they navredyly only themselves to themselves. S someday they will understand ... But you should forgive them and help them understand. »
not potrіbno Robit so yak robili gulls on zemlі, tobto prinizhuvati others because they seek perfection, because it is "tradition" to be "common gull ...
should strive to achieve goals in life and not to stop, climb higher and higher ...
Whenever there is talk about nature, I think of his villa. Small house, and around - wonder-garden ... Of course, no miracle in it, but connected with it all my best memories. You come through the gate and see: the side - some kind of tree with flowers reminiscent of gramophones, apple, Patients whose dad cut down a branch, and the rest of its branches resemble deer antlers; ahead - a big, beautiful walnut; its branches form as if the roof over the table and shops. Under this tree, we always had breakfast, hiding from the sun and read. Further, in the middle of the garden, grow apples, cherries on the branches of which I sat for hours and happy to regale them with fruits, plums, apricots. In the corner of the site is a free place: there grows sweet raspberries and fragrant lilies. Once upon a time there were growing еще персики, а мама неподалеку выращивала лук. С другой стороны сада – мое любимое место. Там, в зарослях вишняка, я строила себе домики и играла. А еще у меня there are swings - their dad secured the branches clear. How nice summer day to rest there from the heat and watch the birds, who platted their nests in these trees, and in the evening to listen to their singing!
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