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In Russia, alcoholics often like to say that there is no such thing as a good morning. And even those who don't drink alcohol often repeat this, and you constantly hear it...
And it's not without reason that the Western stereotype arose that Russians always have red noses (and who knows if it's from the cold or from another shot of the traditional Russian drink - vodka) and that Russians always wear ushanka hats, even in summer. To be honest, after a good drink, you might not only put on an ushanka hat, and this is characteristic of any drunk person, isn't it?
There was a story about a weirdo in the Netherlands who received a Darwin Award. For what? For deciding to have a drink with his friend one evening. They both had a few too many, and an argument arose between them about who was cooler. One of them decided to move away from pointless chatter and prove his "coolness" with a concrete action, namely, he declared that he could cut off his finger. Which he immediately did with an axe when his friend doubted him. This act aroused fierce envy in the friend who was initially the subject of the story, and he decided that he would outdo his drinking buddy at all costs. He armed himself with a chainsaw and beheaded himself.
The moral of the story is up to you: either "drink less" or "don't try to be cooler than everyone else," or something else entirely:)
P.S. There is no single thought in this post; I just wrote down whatever came to mind
And it's not without reason that the Western stereotype arose that Russians always have red noses (and who knows if it's from the cold or from another shot of the traditional Russian drink - vodka) and that Russians always wear ushanka hats, even in summer. To be honest, after a good drink, you might not only put on an ushanka hat, and this is characteristic of any drunk person, isn't it?
There was a story about a weirdo in the Netherlands who received a Darwin Award. For what? For deciding to have a drink with his friend one evening. They both had a few too many, and an argument arose between them about who was cooler. One of them decided to move away from pointless chatter and prove his "coolness" with a concrete action, namely, he declared that he could cut off his finger. Which he immediately did with an axe when his friend doubted him. This act aroused fierce envy in the friend who was initially the subject of the story, and he decided that he would outdo his drinking buddy at all costs. He armed himself with a chainsaw and beheaded himself.
The moral of the story is up to you: either "drink less" or "don't try to be cooler than everyone else," or something else entirely:)
P.S. There is no single thought in this post; I just wrote down whatever came to mind
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal