Every ship needs a harbor. Every person has a home. No matter how extravagant adventurers we may be, no matter how our soul strives for the adventures to which the road calls us, it is very important for all of us to know that there is a place where we are loved and expected, will always be accepted, not condemned, where we are simply welcome . Our brothers and sisters, parents and children are our abode, our harbor in the raging ocean of passions and vicissitudes of life. Life is sometimes merciless to us, it beats, teaches, leads through thorns to the stars. Our path is not always strewn with rose petals, much more often we step on broken glass. Every traveler needs a stop to gain strength, to remember who you are and what you really want on this Earth. Even the highest flying bird has a nest. Our close, dear people are our amulet, a ray of good light, a beacon that helps to light the way for our rebellious heart.

Every ship needs a harbor. Every person has a home.

How many of you... My relatives... how many pairs of loving eyes... I know... You will be waiting for your granddaughter, daughter, sister... I will come. With pain for you. I will hug, snuggle and close my eyes... and only then will I laugh... And maybe then someone will raise a toast... for me, and for you, and for the churchyard.

I look like the pages, of blessed memory

And what I find there, do not diminish me.

My childhood is bright - in the hands of the balls!

And happy relatives, don't lie to me

My school years are a bright time!

And it seemed far, to the "last"

Before last call to falling in love.

Warm youth has come - inspiration!

That's all relatives gathered, because marriage

And happy family, is formed!

Children, home, work, life - there was everything.

The years fly by so quickly, I wouldn't cry.

And events became suddenly, more in memory.

And the soul-crushing sound, more often indulges.

Gray-haired relatives… Thinned…

And life has no armor, we are all sinners.

I look like the pages, good memory

Carefully "put" what I got.

Let my relatives grow, replenish!

Memory space for them is saved!

Copyright: Natalia Zhukova-Babina,

Can't really
native person to be
indifferent to your
feelings, your
experiences ... When
truth value feelings
people, no pride... no
some principles ... nothing
no, except for the fear of doing
hurting family and friends
to a person ... When
really appreciate you can
somewhere to step on the throat
your feelings, your
desires ... if only he
it was nice…
In difficult times when
there seems to be no way out
the ground is slipping away from under your feet
to be close in truth
family and friends...

Relatives by blood, may be strangers,
When in their heart, there is no warmth for us at all.
And people passers-by will become family,
Opening our souls, in the hour of misfortunes and troubles.

With relatives by blood, we have a common ancestor,
For us it is important, makes them.
But we are not always with them, it's easier and easier,
Sometimes faster, we will understand strangers.

When there is a kinship of souls - people dear to us,
Even if there is blood in them, not native runs.
Light and warm, we will be next to them,
After all, the heart with the soul, we lie to them.

The trouble of the lonely breaks faster
And we are looking for those who are close to us in soul.
And they need us, making us stronger in spirit,
It will save you from longing, in times of trial, an evil hour.

Not everyone loves me, relatives by blood,
Not everyone is close to me and not everyone is close to me.
But in their difficult hour, I am not setting conditions,
I will always try to save from longing ...

There are people who touch the soul.
In different ways, who is gentle, who is cruel.
With some it is good to be silent in silence.
It's lonely even with others.
One stabs us in the back.
Substitutes unexpected bandwagon.
Another will prove that friendship is God's gift.
And he loves us seriously, not pretend.
And the third are sent by fate itself.
And disinterestedly give us their experience.
They are in joy and in sorrow with you.
Always ready to call for help.
They are not allowed to poke a finger in a cripple.
Offend the artist with a bitter word.
To reproach the poet with a mean mockery.
To humiliate the Creator with a stupid dispute.
Only the one who is in this mercantile age.
Neither spirit nor body is rented out.
Here he is that rare person,
Who can be safely entrusted with fate.

The world will not become different -
The world does not give birth to troubles.
He is always alone
With those who are not in it.
He went over the edge
Dislocated soul ridges ...
In it and your land -
Brighter than your fate
On the images of the saints
The world continues to be.
In the world of your relatives -
You keep on living.
One step away from emptiness
In a moment from the power of evil ...
The world hides dreams
Sower of good.

Once I got drunk in the late nineties. Went tenth Longayland. A wonderful cocktail. You don't understand anything when you drink. You don’t understand anything when you come to your senses after a couple of days. In general, I was very warm that evening. Suddenly, a man appeared nearby. We got loose. It turned out that he went to Israel as a child, but now he often visits Russia. I told him funny story told (printed it on Facebook a long time ago) and he told me too. Sad. I remember how he started it:

“You don’t understand, but in the 70s they left forever”

And it's true. This is a very scary and some kind of alien phrase for the present time. Leave forever. Just imagine that you decide to study in America, run habitually to your grandmother, chatting something about the excessive usefulness of overseas sciences, about new experience, but there is no face on her. Looks at you, as if he wants to get drunk on you, and grows old right before his eyes. She knows she will never see you again. Never.

Yes, and you suddenly become empty and cold from this. Unbearably empty. Unbearably cold. Just look at the person close to you now. You will understand everything. Even in prison, visits are allowed and most have the right to return home someday. Those who emigrated from the USSR had neither rights nor hopes. Therefore, they tried to leave families and generations. Drama under such an inhuman system was inevitable.

Sofia Yakovlevna decided to stay. Her son Misha and his wife Tanya decided otherwise. Fifteen-year-old grandson Lenechka, who was raised by Baba Sonya, was not particularly asked by anyone, maybe for the better, a child should not be offered such a choice. Won't stand.

Why did she stay? Because of grandfather Kolya. She loved him, but he did not want to leave. Having raised Misha as a native, he, of course, did not become a Jew from this, although several times he diligently cleaned the nostrils of everyone who only thought of saying “Jewish face” to any of his members. new family. Grandfather Kolya, by the way, was not a devout Bolshevik, rather the opposite, and he treated Misha and Tanya's departure without anger, but bitterness. He had two children of his own, but how often does it happen if you love a woman with all your inner world, then you gradually begin to love her children in the same irrepressible and boundless way, sometimes even more than your own, but born from an unloved person. Well, and Lenechka ... Lenechka was generally very dear to him. When they began to leave around, grandfather Kolya remembered how in the war he came under shelling and one of the platoon remained alive. He waited for each flying projectile then, as the last.

Every time Misha and Tanya ran to visit them, he was afraid that they would say: "We are leaving." Because of this fear, he even asked them several times not to come, referring to his illness. But you can get away from a fragment, you can’t get away from fate. That evening everyone was crying, except Sofia Yakovlevna. Or rather, she was crying inside. Nobody saw it.

The rest tried to prove to themselves that there are no hopeless situations, that everything will work out somehow, they lied desperately to themselves. Only truly courageous people look the truth straight in the pupils.

Misha, Tanya and Lyonechka left. Grandfather Kolya looked after the plane for a long time, as if hoping that it would turn around, and Lyonechka looked out the window. He immediately asked his parents to call him now only Lenya.

Letters flew. The authorities then did everything to cut people off from each other, and even a phone call abroad became a huge problem. You can't dial Tel Aviv from home. A special place is a special time, it is difficult for young people, and even for old people. That means letters. Long and short, warm and cold, rare and frequent. How many lives have people lived on different sides of the border in these sheets of paper sent from one life imprisonment to another.

Tears inside is the strongest poison. Three years later, Sofia Yakovlevna fell ill. The sun moves especially fast across the sky before sunset. Misha broke his arm just at the same time, and so unsuccessfully that he could now type letters only on a typewriter. Each time in the letter he apologized that they could not get in touch, he worked in some suburb and appeared at home only on weekends, and then infrequently. Yes, and Sofia Yakovlevna was no longer able to go to the telephone exchange. So, only lines and letters. She could no longer always read, she listened more to her grandfather Kolya in the role of the Israeli information bureau. Baba Sonya kept letters on the nightstand by the bed, sometimes she picks them up and sleeps with them. So she died with the leaves in her dried palm.

Grandfather Kolya then nevertheless reached the telephone exchange and called. Lenechka said nothing to him again. I couldn't.

His dad Misha did not break his arm. He foolishly drowned in the January Sea six months ago. Just when my grandmother suddenly fell ill, almost to the day. No one had the strength to tell Baba Sonya the truth. And having learned that she didn’t have long left, they decided with her mother to come up with a story about her hand and about working in the suburbs. Grandfather Kolya was also not told anything, of course. Lenechka began to write for himself and print for his father. A couple of weeks after the death of Sophia Yakovlevna, the last letter came from her.

The mail is sometimes so ruthless.

The letter was to Lenechka. It found him in the army. It was only four sentences, written in uneven, breathy handwriting.

“Thank you, my beloved Lenechka, for the “daddy’s” letters. I always told Misha to learn from you how to write without mistakes. Don't leave grandpa. He loves you so much. Grandmother".

Quotes. Lenechka cried. inside. There was an endless Arab-Israeli war. And they don't cry in war.

Grandfather Kolya Lenechka waited. Ten years. They both did their best.

Lenechka apologized for loading me up and somehow quietly disappeared. Or maybe it was just that Long Island was so merciless.

There are two kinds of relatives: “Hurray, you have come!” and "Hooray, they won't come!".

I understood why my relatives are blood, they drank all the blood out of me!

The best way to communicate with relatives is by phone.

Sometimes it seems that all the people around are relatives and they all share some kind of small inheritance among themselves.

If you need money, go to strangers; if you need advice, go to your friends; and if you don't need anything, go to your relatives.

God gives us relatives... Thank God, we choose our own friends.

To be rich - you don't need to have rich relatives - you need to have good relatives!

Husband's relatives are like a gift in a package - it looks very beautiful and decorated with all sorts of bows, but inside it is not a very useful, outdated trinket.

Spend every day of your life as if it were your last: lie on the bed, cough, gather your relatives, piss.

A promise is a distant cousin of the cookie.

Do not take sin on your soul, excess on your chest, and relatives to work.

The more beautiful the husband, the more terrible his relatives.

Nowadays, relatives from the village are cool: they have an ecologically clean area and bio-products.

I showed my dad my tongue, and he “fuck” me! We are definitely related.

Sometimes life makes me doubt - who is a relative and who is a friend.

You learn about the fact that you have many relatives when one of them suddenly leaves you an apartment as a legacy!

Some of my relatives are completely contrary to the laws of genetics.

If you tell me who your relatives are, I won't learn anything new about you.

I can only talk about my relatives. Because the words are all unprintable.

I'll hang everyone and hang myself. I will hang out on the chandelier and prevent my relatives from watching TV.

A normal person should live alone ... At a distance, and relatives are good, and a good wife and husband. But if together in one apartment - a madhouse.

If all my relatives stopped celebrating their birthdays, I would save up to fifty thousand a year.

Judging by how everyone actively adds each other as relatives, our city is one big friendly family.

I love the holidays very much - because many, many relatives will come and there will be many, many gifts and fun!

It is not so bad to be poor, it is worse to have poor relatives.

The corpse was so criminal that the police gave it to relatives only at the time of the funeral.

I hate it when my parents tell my relatives about my mistakes!

Lovers are afraid of separation, the wrath of relatives and pregnancy.

Relatives believe that they have only one duty towards me - to teach me how to live.

Relatives are not appendicitis, you just can’t cut it off.

I sneezed, but no one told me "Be healthy!". Does anyone know what to do in this situation? Have you already written your will? Gather relatives?

If all the relatives of one ordinary citizen have a business, villas, yachts, then most likely the true owner of all this is the ordinary citizen himself.

Relatives are such a group of people unfamiliar with each other who get together with everyone with a change in their number.

Not every relative is close. But each close is a relative.

Do you want to know how many relatives you have? Buy an apartment near the sea.

Family is not necessarily relatives, but also friends, and all those who are dear to you.

The son-in-law is an ungrateful relative of the holy woman.

We often begin to appreciate our relatives only when we almost lost one of them.

When our relatives are at home, we have to think of all their good points or it would be impossible to endure them. But when they are away, we console ourselves for their absence by dwelling on their vices. When our relatives are at home, we are forced to think of all their good points, or it would be impossible to bear them. But when they are away, we console ourselves for their absence by focusing on their shortcomings.

Is there a person in your life whom you think about more often than about yourself, but he is not your relative or loved one? Is it your friend.

Relatives are not chosen - they are attached from birth.

It infuriates when relatives from distant volosts come and lament that you have not yet been married to anyone, and you have no offspring.

I noticed that relatives began to rarely call me. They are clearly hiding something, most likely money.

What good does family and life bring? Children, squabbles, problems, lack of funds, diapers, smells of eternal cooking, visits to relatives, boredom in bed, growing old together and realizing that you hate your other half.

One of the relatives comes to us all the time, so our house is always noisy and fun!

Relatives and relatives are two completely different words.

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Do not try to remake your loved ones! A person will not change according to your will - he will only begin to dodge, pretend and lie. So it's easier and easier. And change - no, never.

God always surrounds us with those people with whom we need to be healed of our shortcomings.

Happiness is when there are no sick people in the house. There are no relatives in prison. Among friends - there are no rotten ones.

Appreciate those with whom you can be yourself. Without masks, omissions and ambitions. And take care of them, they are sent to you by fate. After all, in your life there are only a few of them ...

With hands, feet, claws, teeth, cling to people who make you better.

They say that next to us are those whom we deserve ... This is where I screwed up so much?

Never reject an old friend or someone close to you, because you will not find someone who will take his place. True friendship is like fine wine: the older, the stronger.

Life is arranged unfairly: close people are far away ... distant ones are close ... And narrow-minded people are all the time !!!

Sometimes the degree of closeness between people is determined by the degree of pain they can inflict on each other...

Don't put off your loved ones for later. Then they won't be.

The people close to me are on my mind. Favorite - in the heart. Dear ones, in prayer. And someone was lucky three times ...

Don't believe the mirrors... they are false. Only love in the eyes of others is a true reflection.

Happiness is when your relatives and people very close to you are healthy! We'll repair the rest, throw it away, buy it, forget it...

Today, complete harmony reigns in our family in the morning: the baby took Vrednolin, mom - Stervozol, and dad - Papazol. Everyone is happy!

Relatives believe that they have only one duty towards me - to teach me how to live.

You must see the difference between those who speak to you in their free time, and those who make time to talk to you.

Our real loved ones are not our brothers, sisters or relatives in general, but people who have the same aspirations, desires and way of thinking as we do. (M. Prentice)

The best things in life are free: hugs, smiles, friends, kisses, family, sleep, love, laughter and good mood!

If you take care of your neighbors badly, then you will have to endure those far away.

Relatives and loved ones hit harder than others, because they are so close that it is impossible to miss...

Don't ask me how I'm doing. If you are a person close to me, then you already know this. And if you are nobody to me, then I will never tell you the truth.

I noticed that relatives began to rarely call me. They are clearly hiding something, most likely money.

Do not reject people who want to be with you, they may be the only ones who will stay with you in the most difficult moments of life.

There are two kinds of relatives: “Hurray, you have come!” and "Hooray, they won't come!".

Everything is changing. Strangers become family. Relatives are strangers. Friends turn into passers-by. Favorite - in acquaintances.

If relatives do not call you for a long time, then everything is fine with them.

There is one sad day in the year
When I'm really looking forward to...
Not! No gifts, no flowers
Just a few kind words...

Monday was a big day...
But I rested my soul!
After all, I knew: this day is lovely
Everything will be great for me.

In the morning - gifts, congratulations!
Good holiday- Birthday!
But I waited with special force
Words from two friends, dear to me.

I've been on my phone all day...
What if I don't hear a call?
Suddenly Masha will call, write, -
I won't see, I won't hear...

People are such people, we are strange, in essence,
We chain ourselves into these heavy torments,
We invent hundreds of kilograms of problems
To meet goodness in a dark tunnel
And not everyone has their own Garden of Eden,
But absolutely everyone will be knocked out by shrapnel
Our happiness does not care about the swamp of troubles
We are intoxicated by the bright tone of our victories ...
We do not notice the human smile,
We push away the helping hand dear
Eh, people… we are ruled by His Majesty Satan…
Our cup of pride killed Christ...
We curse the creator, at night to him ...

Relatives by blood, may be strangers,
When in their heart, there is no warmth for us at all.
And people passers-by will become family,
Opening our souls, in the hour of misfortunes and troubles.

With relatives by blood, we have a common ancestor,
For us it is important, makes them.
But we are not always with them, it's easier and easier,
Sometimes faster, we will understand strangers.

When there is a kinship of souls - people dear to us,
Even if there is blood in them, not native runs.
Light and warm, we will be next to them,
After all, the heart with the soul, we lie to them.

The trouble of the lonely breaks...

Close and distant relatives
And friends, neighbors around,
All of them are my Russia,
What is in the centuries, and did not appear suddenly.

It's what gives me strength
So that I can go the way of the earth
And without fear lie down at the bottom of the grave,
Feeling bliss and peace.
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We are relatives, but different people.
You love cars, and I love poetry.
Come on please let's not
Deaf to other people's interests.

Don't mock my looks
Let me be you.
Do not explode ridicule with charges
My ability to dream

Live like this all your life
I can probably
But I don't want to turn my soul into ashes!
And don't you dare blame me.

You are my love, my family
My dear, my support.
I ask because I need friends
You don't make quarrels.

I'm not a robot, I need conversations...

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People become native only in the Spirit!
By blood - this is just a fact, a formality.
In the darkness they will teach to light the light, in trouble to give a hand,
Sometimes it takes us to extremes.
Relatives are those to whom we can open ourselves,
Throwing away the masks, we reveal the soul in revelation.
And such friendship, believe me, is not more expensive in the world!
What we carry in ourselves is what we reflect!
2.01.19 Alla Timoshenko

People! People...
Turn around!
Fuss... Look at the sky.
You only see the dust under your feet.
You dont love.
You are not dreaming.
You despise your family.
Look around!
May be,
Someone needs you.
Someone asks you for help
Well, you..
You are deaf and blind.
Look around!
People, wait
Well, where are you running again?
Concerned, slowed down.
Not even time to rest.
You do not see that the closest
So they believe you
You are loved
Offers.
Well, you...
Powdered with vanity
Again, run after the arrow of minutes ...

People changing, they won't see
People do not see how they have become different.
And their yesterday's jokes will offend
They seemed suddenly angry today.

And what I ate reluctantly in my youth,
At a mature age, it suddenly becomes tastier.
What was a trifle, will become a concern,
Life experiences change people.

Only they think that they themselves,
They haven't changed, but the world has changed.
They see everything around with different eyes,
Suddenly someone close to them will become a stranger.

And they suddenly suddenly stupid and petty,
Will become yesterday's hero and idol.
Time will change...

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Close people always seem narrow-minded.
Leonid Leonidov.

They call my wife a stupid blonde, but that's not true: she's not a blonde.
Robert Orben.

If a close person need to explain, then - no need to explain.
Grigory Landau.

The relatives are far away, the distant are close, so you go to the distant.
Emil Krotky.

It is good to visit relatives and friends, but not to live near them.
Thomas Fuller.

All people are boring, except when we need them.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

Sometimes you meet such people that you start to feel like a person.
Semyon Altov.

If you were eaten, then people needed you.
Danil Rudy.

Don't stick people to labels!
Leshek Kumor.

The poor man is hated even by his close ones, but the rich man has many friends.
King Solomon, Proverbs 14:20.

Gentlemen prefer blondes, especially if they are married to brunettes.

Distant relatives are still not far enough away.

After a good dinner, you will forgive everyone, even your own brother.
Oscar Wilde.

Men prefer blondes because they think brunettes are smarter and therefore more dangerous.
Marcel Asher.

If you go to heaven, you will be surprised to meet acquaintances whom you did not expect to meet there at all. Many of them will be even more surprised to meet you there.

We are tied to life by those to whom we serve as a support.
Maria Ebner-Eschenbach.

Gentlemen prefer blondes but marry brunettes.
Anita Luz.

It's nice to meet distant relatives - as far away from your home as possible.

The more money you have, the more acquaintances with whom nothing connects you except money.
Tennessee Williams.

An acquaintance is a person we know well enough to borrow money from him, but not well enough to lend him.
Ambrose Bierce.

Blonde: A mixture of brunette and perhydrol.

You know him? I know him so well that I haven't spoken to him in ten years.
Oscar Wilde.

The biggest pigs usually require people to be angels.
Julian Tuwim.

In the end, out of all our interest in friends and relatives, the question remains: “Is he still alive?”
Vladislav Gzheshchik.

People like me make me a misanthrope.
Jules Renard.

Don't read manuscripts to your wife. Read only to very close people.
Boris Zamyatin.

The worst crowd imaginable would be made up of only acquaintances.
Elias Canetti.

All people are divided into two categories: those who have the habit of dividing all people into two categories, and those who do not have such a habit.
Robert Benchley.

The poor have more children, but the rich have more relatives.

Which of the people despise people must despise himself, therefore only animals have the right to despise people.
Vasily Klyuchevsky.

Of all my wife's relatives, I like me the most.
Joe Cook.

The human race to which so many of my readers belong.
Gilbert Chesterton.

The most unfortunate of all are families consisting of only poor relatives.
Wieslaw Brudzinsky.

There are more bloodsuckers among people than donors.
Jerzy Leszczynski.

People have only one thing in common: they are all different.
Robert Zend.

Do not judge a person by his family - he did not choose her.

Now I understand why blondes are so popular. They are easier to see in the dark.
Robert Orben.

Most people deserve each other.
Shirley's Law.

We dye our hair every time different colour so as not to repeat the same mistake twice.
Yanina Ipohorskaya.

Of all these false stories about blondes, a good half are not true.
Yanina Ipohorskaya.

Science made us gods before we learned to be human.
Jean Rost.

When choosing a wife, try to imagine what she would look like if she were not a blonde.
Leonard Louis Levinson.

People are like flowers - four billion daffodils.
Urshula Zybura.

The probability of meeting acquaintances increases if you go with a person whose acquaintance you would not like to advertise.
"The principle of intersecting acquaintances".

God is a gentleman. He favors blondes.
Joe Orton.

If people were really great, there would be a lot of space in the world.
Stanislav Jerzy Lec.