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A small, selfish idea has emerged: to create my own little blog here on the forum. Although I call it "my" blog, it doesn't restrict other forum members from writing, engaging in discussions, chatting, trolling, spamming, creating alternate accounts, and so on. I'll simply use it to leave some notes, for posterity. Notes of a kind that won't be too lengthy and might even contain some profound philosophical meaning.
I don't know how much I'll get into it. Maybe I'll abandon the topic right after creating it. But that's not the point. I'll give it a try, and we'll see what happens.
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A plane full of Russians. I'm sitting by the aisle, unable to look out the window, so I'm looking around. In front of me is a small child, surprisingly energetic. And a group of women... Oh, that group of women! The child's hand clearly hasn't been touched by a man. However, for most of the flight, there are no problems. The problems start in turbulence zones, as well as during takeoff and landing. Because safety regulations require the child to be seated and buckled up, but doing that with a perpetual motion machine is an incredible task. Until that moment, the cheerful and lively child begins to scream almost profanely, tries to break free, slip away, tear off the shackles into which they are trying to confine them for an unknown offense for a long thirty seconds. At that moment, it turns out that the little one is already familiar to half of the plane: from all ends, you can hear cautious "Sonya, don't," "Sonya, calm down." When Sonya is finally given her constitutional freedom to climb around, she climbs onto the back of the seat, laughs, and looks around the entire plane. Apparently, she's already looking for a husband.
At the same time, I observed another heartbreaking scene. Well, to be precise, it started normally. Before landing, the flight attendant went around with a tray, distributing takeoff candies (I even thought, how great, they don't always give out takeoff candies during landing!). The idyll ended with the appearance of a terrible, monstrous paw with huge, painted claws from behind the seats. The paw confidently reached for the tray and emptied it by more than half. Although the paw's target was obviously the candies, the metal (or whatever it was made of) tray also suffered: the twisted metal crumbled onto the floor of the plane. However, there were still candies left, and one could hope that the remaining passengers would still get some... But then, another clawed paw appeared from behind the other seats, only slightly smaller than the first. The flight attendant only had time to say "Oh!" and pull her hand away: the monster seized all the candies, the tray, and almost bit off a couple of fingers from the flight attendant. All that was left for the flight attendant was to return for another tray to feed all those who were hungry.
And the moral... Let's formulate it like this: "Don't feed animals from your hands."
I don't know how much I'll get into it. Maybe I'll abandon the topic right after creating it. But that's not the point. I'll give it a try, and we'll see what happens.
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A plane full of Russians. I'm sitting by the aisle, unable to look out the window, so I'm looking around. In front of me is a small child, surprisingly energetic. And a group of women... Oh, that group of women! The child's hand clearly hasn't been touched by a man. However, for most of the flight, there are no problems. The problems start in turbulence zones, as well as during takeoff and landing. Because safety regulations require the child to be seated and buckled up, but doing that with a perpetual motion machine is an incredible task. Until that moment, the cheerful and lively child begins to scream almost profanely, tries to break free, slip away, tear off the shackles into which they are trying to confine them for an unknown offense for a long thirty seconds. At that moment, it turns out that the little one is already familiar to half of the plane: from all ends, you can hear cautious "Sonya, don't," "Sonya, calm down." When Sonya is finally given her constitutional freedom to climb around, she climbs onto the back of the seat, laughs, and looks around the entire plane. Apparently, she's already looking for a husband.
At the same time, I observed another heartbreaking scene. Well, to be precise, it started normally. Before landing, the flight attendant went around with a tray, distributing takeoff candies (I even thought, how great, they don't always give out takeoff candies during landing!). The idyll ended with the appearance of a terrible, monstrous paw with huge, painted claws from behind the seats. The paw confidently reached for the tray and emptied it by more than half. Although the paw's target was obviously the candies, the metal (or whatever it was made of) tray also suffered: the twisted metal crumbled onto the floor of the plane. However, there were still candies left, and one could hope that the remaining passengers would still get some... But then, another clawed paw appeared from behind the other seats, only slightly smaller than the first. The flight attendant only had time to say "Oh!" and pull her hand away: the monster seized all the candies, the tray, and almost bit off a couple of fingers from the flight attendant. All that was left for the flight attendant was to return for another tray to feed all those who were hungry.
And the moral... Let's formulate it like this: "Don't feed animals from your hands."