One hundred thousand years ago
It happened so long ago that even the most truthful and accurate story will seem like a lie or a fairy tale. But, agrees, those times were once ever, and then something also happened, and people lived, unlike us, and their names sounded strange. But our names after one hundred thousand years will also sound strangely and our actions will seek the same strange.
Do not ask, from where I know about what happened then. I can not answer you. But all you will read, really; It was all like that.
What differed to those people from us with you? They were unreasonable?
- Yes, but not this is the main thing. They were ugly and fierce? - Yes, but not this is the main thing too. The main thing is that they loved each other.
Only in those distant times people knew what love was.
Not love men and women, but everyone's love for everyone.
Strong warrior remaining in the forest one, dying on the third morning; Died not from hunger or animal klov, but only because it was some kind of loved. And when a warrior died, a child or an old man, every man of the tribe felt such pain as he lost his feet or brush his hands. That's how you knew how to love then.
But the people of Mabuu have not been afraid of pain and never showed that they hurt them, so even the death of a friend they met with a smile.
That year was very rainy. All the spring and summer came rain, sometimes slightly dripping, sometimes water walls. It was so unusual that no one knew what to do. The wise people of the tribe gathered in a hill in the midst of the forest and thought. The very wise and oldest was Nya. Usually, the women of the tribe of Mapuu did not live after they ceased to give birth, but Nya was delivered to a long life and to wisdom since childhood. Someday the old man will find another child, a decent Great Dara. She will teach a child, and, taking care, will die, because it will become unnecessary. She was now the wise.
Nya long ago knew about the approach of trouble - previous years were too successful. There was a lot of game in the forest and people of the tribe
Mabuu did not have to share predators. It did not have to share with the tribe of Toda. Toda people sometimes fit closely, but did not touch anyone. People have learned to fight. For many years there was no war and the men began to get fat, and there were too few scars on their bodies, and the scars were shallow. Going to the hunt, the men took with them the long spears of Rivaaa, even if they were going to kill only the wolf. And the wolf must be killed by bare hands. And now, when the spirits of the sky accepted on the people of Mabuu, the tribe forgot, as needed to fight for life.
But Nya remembered, for this she lived in the world. She loved her people so much.
The rains began to weaken, but the forest was already dead. The forest stood a fixed, transparent, boiled moisture, topped with tops. The earth turned into a swamp. There was no longer a tree that retained all his bark, and many trees were gray, smooth and solid, as a unloaded bone. From time to time they slowly leaked and plunged into dark dense water, breaking the oilly glittering surface, and there was no spray at all. Black swamp snakes lazily sailed to the sides and frozen with raised over water attentive triangular heads. When the rains finally stopped, the forest was completely dead, and the Mapuu tribe did not know what to do, because people had to fight for life.
The tribe could not leave, because from three sides it was a bog, and from the fourth - the mountains to which it is impossible to rise. It would be possible to stop these mountains, but the tribe will come there, and two people will not be able to live on one land.
I thought about it, and once in the morning she told people to go
- Go to ever return or never return.
But she loved her people so much.
On the fourth day of the journey, they saw the foggy mountains, hanging the ring over the edge of the world, and Nya ordered to stop. She has not yet decided, because the only decision was too scary. Two nights the tribe did not move from the place, and the gray old woman was motionless of the fire and thought. The warriors were afraid of her, because they themselves did not know how to reflect. Then the tribe made another daytime transition and stopped.
End of a familiarization fragment.
One hundred thousand years ago
- Yes, but not this is the main thing. They were ugly and fierce? - Yes, but not this is the main thing too. The main thing is that they loved each other.
Only in those distant times people knew what love was.
Not love men and women, but everyone's love for everyone.
Strong warrior remaining in the forest one, dying on the third morning; Died not from hunger or animal klov, but only because it was some kind of loved. And when a warrior died, a child or an old man, every man of the tribe felt such pain as he lost his feet or brush his hands. That's how you knew how to love then.
But the people of Mabuu have not been afraid of pain and never showed that they hurt them, so even the death of a friend they met with a smile.
That year was very rainy. All the spring and summer came rain, sometimes slightly dripping, sometimes water walls. It was so unusual that no one knew what to do. The wise people of the tribe gathered in a hill in the midst of the forest and thought. The very wise and oldest was Nya. Usually, the women of the tribe of Mapuu did not live after they ceased to give birth, but Nya was delivered to a long life and to wisdom since childhood. Someday the old man will find another child, a decent Great Dara. She will teach a child, and, taking care, will die, because it will become unnecessary. She was now the wise.
Nya long ago knew about the approach of trouble - previous years were too successful. There was a lot of game in the forest and people of the tribe
Mabuu did not have to share predators. It did not have to share with the tribe of Toda. Toda people sometimes fit closely, but did not touch anyone. People have learned to fight. For many years there was no war and the men began to get fat, and there were too few scars on their bodies, and the scars were shallow. Going to the hunt, the men took with them the long spears of Rivaaa, even if they were going to kill only the wolf. And the wolf must be killed by bare hands. And now, when the spirits of the sky accepted on the people of Mabuu, the tribe forgot, as needed to fight for life.
But Nya remembered, for this she lived in the world. She loved her people so much.
The rains began to weaken, but the forest was already dead. The forest stood a fixed, transparent, boiled moisture, topped with tops. The earth turned into a swamp. There was no longer a tree that retained all his bark, and many trees were gray, smooth and solid, as a unloaded bone. From time to time they slowly leaked and plunged into dark dense water, breaking the oilly glittering surface, and there was no spray at all. Black swamp snakes lazily sailed to the sides and frozen with raised over water attentive triangular heads. When the rains finally stopped, the forest was completely dead, and the Mapuu tribe did not know what to do, because people had to fight for life.
The tribe could not leave, because from three sides it was a bog, and from the fourth - the mountains to which it is impossible to rise. It would be possible to stop these mountains, but the tribe will come there, and two people will not be able to live on one land.
I thought about it, and once in the morning she told people to go
- Go to ever return or never return.
But she loved her people so much.
On the fourth day of the journey, they saw the foggy mountains, hanging the ring over the edge of the world, and Nya ordered to stop. She has not yet decided, because the only decision was too scary. Two nights the tribe did not move from the place, and the gray old woman was motionless of the fire and thought. The warriors were afraid of her, because they themselves did not know how to reflect. Then the tribe made another daytime transition and stopped.
In the evening, Nya took the long spear of Rivaaa and the shoes of the skins of the most terrible animals killed once: two leopards and lions.
Shoes still saved the smell. Nya long sharpened the stone tip of the spear; She did not hurry. Warriors looked at her and penetrated the sacred horror before the wisdom of this woman, and believed that she would save them.
When it became completely dark, Nya went on the road leading towards the mountains. She walked a few hours. She went, not having confused, although he heard about this road from his teacher three generations back.
She approached the grief with a cave. The cave left very deep inside the mountain, turned and went back to the surface nearby. It was one huge cave with two outs.
If you enter one of them, you will definitely leave the other. The old nya burned the torch from the resinous tree of themhhh and entered the cave. She covered the pit, shallow grottoes and deadlocks, and saw only emptiness. She entered one entrance, and came out of another. Both entrances were near. There were no side tract or secret places in the cave.
She sat on a wet stone. It was summer and in the swamp sang frogs. Dense air was trembling from the rustle of the webbed wings. Good night beetles buzzed. She put her head on her knees and was sitting for a long time and it was useless for a long time, because she loved her people very much, more than someone else. Beetles sat on her long hair, and crawled, and took off again. Then she got up, took the long spear of Rivaaa and deeply slow the stone - at such a height, where you can not reach a short combat spear. Scratches were like traces of animal claws.
Nearby she threw the shles of the wool of terrible animals, whores that she carried with her. She squeezed footprints in soft clay; Traces similar to the animal, but very large - every trace of four human palms.
Then she came to another entrance and squeezed the same.
Footprints of claws remained at both inputs of the cave and both inputs smelled beast. After she returned to their people, because he could not live without them and one night - she loved them so much.
In the morning, the tribe stopped at a wet stone wall with two caves.
- Mana! - She said, and warriors stopped. She took a few steps forward and began to sing an ancient song in the language.
Tomoaaa, \u200b\u200bthe dark language of their ancestors. She spedped the spirits of the mountains and waited until the invisible spirits hear her; And when the inattentive perfumes finally heard, she again went ahead. She walked so slowly that he could hear the rustling of her hair, picked up with light morning wind; Could hear young leopards from the distant swamps - animals already loving fresh blood, but not yet able to kill from one jump; She could hear a long slip in the grass of a fellow snake of OROOOO - snakes living only in high herbs.
She approached the first cave and saw traces of scary paws.
Each trail was a length of four palms. Then she raised her eyes and saw traces of terrible claws, cutting a greenish stone at that height, where you can't reach a short combat spear. Then she deeply inhaled the air with the smell of the beast.
- Ltd! - Nya said, "Little beast lives here.
- Aaa! - shouted brave warriors, - we will enter this cave and kill the terrible beast Bambouu!
And the sun slowly rose, pressing the fog into the marsh roots, and the brave warriors painted the face of cold color clay, then rides the rope woven from slippery stalks of Liana Galaaa, and took the shortest spears.
The most brave warrior was ahead and his spear was the shortest. There were more scars on his body than the leaves in the young tree, and not still scars closed.
They walked and sang a terrible song about their strength, about their bodies who are not afraid of pain, about their enemies, who were mistaken, born in the tribe, and therefore should die. They also sang about the terrible beast Bambouu, and Nia sat on the grass and listened to the sounds of the greenish stones of the cave, the cave, in which the terrible beast Bambouu lives.
And when the sounds of the songs began not to hear, Nya got up and went to the second cave. She walked very slowly and quietly. She walked so quietly that heard the remnants of night clouds hit the stone wall, she heard a whistle of a little bird, which lives among the reeds - birds without behalf, because no one will give names for useless creatures.
She approached the cave and saw the traces of terrible paws. Each trail was a length of four palms. Then she raised her eyes and saw traces of terrible claws, cutting a greenish stone at that height, where you can't reach a short combat spear.
Then she deeply inhaled the air with the smell of the beast and her nostrils expanded.
- Ltd! - She said, "Bambouu's kind beast lives here!
- Aaa! - shouted the cowardly warriors - we will enter this cave and kill the good beast Bambouu!
And the Sun has already stood high in the sky, and the wet wall has become black from its own shadow; The cowardly soldiers took the long spears of Rivaaa and went to that cave where a good beast lived
Bambouu. They did not bind the rope woven from slippery stalks of Liana Galaaa, and the clay on their faces dried yesterday. But there was no cowardly warrior ahead, because there is no such thing in Mabuu.
They walked and sang a cheerful song: a song about warm fire, which never goes out, about good and full rest after hunting, about the warriors of the tribe, who will die in the quaggers, and the women's tribe women who will become easy prey. And they did not sang about the good Bever Bambouu, because they were not afraid of him.
And when the sounds of songs began not to hear, the nia fell face down on the grass. She cried and all her body was twitching from sobs; So the fish joins the bone hook. She did not know what was happening with her, because in those days people had not been able to cry - if they were very painful, they shouted.
Then she got up and began to collect stones and put them on the grass in the form of a sacred figure resembling the sun. She wore little stones and rolled large - those who could not raise. She prepared a place for a big fire, which will be squeezed here in the evening, after the victory over the Beast Bambouu.
Little stones she put in the middle of the circle, and the largest of the edge.
She continued to work to dry the work of tears, and the shadow from the wet wall moved so quickly that he could overtake the child or a woman who was carrying a lot of food behind his back. And when the shadow covered everything, but the sky still remained white, as at noon, from the first cave, the most brave warrior came out. There were two fresh scars on his chest, and his short spear was black from blood. And all the bold warriors came out behind him, lined with a rope, and they were all alive.
- Have you seen a terrible beast Bambouu? - asked Nya.
"No," said the most brave warrior, "did not see, because it was very dark there, but I killed this beast."
And the brave warriors unleashed ropes and put their short spears on the grass.
And when the air began to darken when, through the clouds, abandoned in the sky - the clouds are white and thin, like feathers just a seeded bird, - when the first stars looked through the clouds, a cowardly warrior came out of the second cave. He was alone, there was no spear of Rivaaa and his body was black from the blood.
- Have you seen a good beast Bambouu? - asked Nya.
"No," the cowardly warrior replied, "did not see, because it was very dark there, but this beast killed me."
And the cowardly warrior fell on the drill, already cold from the approach of the night mist, and died.
And everyone felt such pain, as if he had lost his feet or brush. But Mobuu people were not afraid of pain and never showed that they hurt.
- Ltd! - She said, - there is nothing worse than the beast
Bambouu, let everyone remember about it!
And the brave warriors lit a fire, and the fire took off to the sky, extinguished by his flames with the stars while the stars. And the brave warriors began to dance around the fire, celebrating the victory - the man from the tribe Mapuu does not know what fatigue is. And Nya moved to the side, sat down on the grass and began to cry again, not knowing what was happening to her. She saw how other women were crying once, but it happened so rarely that everyone considered tears to be a disease.
Those, other women cried when their child died, was still very small. And Nya then explained to everyone that those women got sick, but soon they will become healthy. And in fact, women quickly forgot about children and became healthy.
The warriors danced around the fire, and then lit torches made from the resinous branches of the tree of themch and entered the first cave to find the dead beast Bambouu.
They walked for a long time and saw only their own traces, and the flames of their torches scared only the shadows. The shadows were hidden behind the stones and in short side corridors, and in dark sucks with shiny water.
But nowhere was the dead beast Bambouu.
They walked and walked, listening to strange underground whispers, and finally saw cowardly warriors, jammed by short combat spears. But this time the brave soldiers did not hurt and they were not surprised at all, because the dead did not have fresh paint on the faces and they were not lined with a rope.
The warriors were picked up killed and folded them near that they were not boring to lie until the morning, and picked up the long spears of Rivaaa.
They went ahead again, but nowhere was there a dead terrible beast Bambouu, and there was no living good beast Bambou anywhere.
And they were very surprised when they soon came out of the cave, because they did not know that they had passed through one large cave with two entrances.
- I did not find a terrible beast Bambouu! Said the most brave warrior. - The beast was frightened and filled from the cave!
And the brave warrior sent a spear up, as if he threatened the sky. His face was joyful and cruel - a real face of a warrior.
"The terrible beast does not favor, he settled in your heart," said Nya.
But the warrior did not understand her; War is not necessarily a lot.
Nya stopped crying and looked at warriors, and listened to what they were talking about.
They spoke fun and evil.
Their faces have become cruel again - real faces of warriors.
They learned to kill again; They remembered the smell of blood of a strong enemy, they themselves became stronger. Now they will be able to fight for their lives, because the beast of Bambou was settled in their hearts. And nothing is terrible in the world than this beast.
Tomorrow the warriors are suitable for this place, because they have no place to go. Tomorrow will fight and many will die. In the tribe, Mapuu will remain very few men, but everyone will be a real warrior; In the heart of everyone will live a beast - a terrible beast from a large cave with two outlets.
And after three hundred years, Mabuu tribes will be destroyed by other people who have not yet been born and have no name yet. But the beast from the cave will not perish, he will enter the heart of his new owners. And the new owners will become stronger than everyone, because there is nothing terrible than the beast Bambouu. Then then the tribe will also die, defeated by new unknown people.
And the beast will live in new hearts - this beast does not die. And so repeat so many times - so much that even the most famous person will not be able to count, he does not have enough fingers.
And he is not enough round countable pebbles.
The time will come and people will execute each tenth, without sparing the best friends if someone showed cowardice in battle.
Time and people will come to lay mines behind their own warriors, so that they did not want to run. Time and people will learn to kill half of their own people in order for another half to speak proudly and evil - and they will not cry, as the old woman cried.
People with a beast in the heart will live in all generations.
And with each generation, people will increasingly become people, and the beast will all become a beast.
And there is nothing terrible in the world than the beast Bambouu - know about it, people.
It happened so long ago that even the most truthful and accurate story will seem like a lie or a fairy tale. But, agrees, those times were once ever, and then something also happened, and people lived, unlike us, and their names sounded strange. But our names after one hundred thousand years will also sound strangely and our actions will seek the same strange.
Do not ask, from where I know about what happened then. I can not answer you. But all you will read, really; It was all like that.
What differed to those people from us with you? They were unreasonable?
- Yes, but not this is the main thing.
F. Konkon believed that "there is nothing worse than the fear itself." I can not disagree with the author. Indeed, it is our phobias that make unsure and cowardly people. People are afraid to look into the eyes of what they were avoided by all ways the most hidden fear. However, if we were able to fight with them, it would be easier to live easier and the psyche of people would suffer less. After all, all our fears are only in the head.
Have you ever wondered why sometimes we are thinking for other people? We are looking for a hidden meaning in their actions, which never was? Everything is simple. We are looking for hidden meaning because we are constantly waiting for some kind of catch, which is almost always not. And at such moments, a person begins to make himself noticing what he did wrong, he said not that, and, in general, you need to turn off the time ago and change everything.
Unfortunately, some cases end very sad ...
For such thoughts, I brought me a story A.P.hekhova "Death of the official." Executor Ivan Dmitrich worms, who died completely stupid death. Being in the theater, he unintently sneezed and hit the general. The bricks did not pay any attention to that, but the main character decided that he was now very guilty before him and should apologize. It would seem that it is enough to approach and describe the situation, ask for forgiveness and to disperse. However, the worm worm worked faster and this fear of it already originated that the general will tell the boss, and will be fired. Thus, in the story, we saw that the hero thwaped the ability to dramatize everything. His phobia played against him just because he could not cope with her.
People tend to try to hide that there is an excitement before something. The reasons for it may be different. In most cases, this is not a desire to show your weaknesses. And to cope with this one difficult, but if you are silent, how someone will understand what you need help? We must learn not to be afraid of talking about it, because there is always a person who will definitely help.
So, in the work of O. Genry "Last Leaf" we meet two girlfriends, one of which is ill with tuberculosis. Johnsey loses interest in life and is waiting for his death. You might think that she still lives or live. However, she just fear. Yes, the most real! And she has a protective reaction, it falls into bed and despite the persuasion of Sue to get up and pursuant, responds with refusal. Considering the leaves of Ivy, Jones waits, when the latter falls and it will die. Falling asleep, she thinks that tomorrow will fall the latter and everything will end. Contrary to all the sheet remained. After that, she goes to the amendment, fear of death retreats. And only in the end they learn that it was the very night of their neighbor in the cold and the rain attached this leaflet to the tree, which, in fact, saved Jones. Berman dies, creating his masterpiece .... It is thanks to such people that some have a chance. It is necessary to fight to the end, without being afraid of anyone, because if you do nothing, you can lose much more. Berman realized that Jones just needed some kind of incentive or sign. And who knows, perhaps if it were not for this brave act, then there would be a corpse of a girlfriend in the morning.
In conclusion, I would like to say that each of us without exception has its own definite phobias. They will be right with us until we get a courage to say goodbye to them once and forever.
There is nothing worse than losing a loved one and a loved one.
It is even worse when you lose this person unexpectedly. Even more terrible if this person did not have time to live and a third of his life.
The day began fine. We got up early, gathered and went on a picnic Country.
I collected everything you need from the evening, but rather even from night. The award of my efforts was the avoidance of the morning workers with children and husband. We arrived, the place is wonderful. Pine forest. Birds are twitched, and fresh air acts intoxiciously. There was communication with friends, a fire and kebabs. Everyone was joyful and satisfied. Rest managed.
The second event was just as joyful. I discharged my girlfriend Lena from the hospital.
True, I decided to refuse and did not go. I have been pursuing an incomprehensible cough for a week.
But still decided to celebrate with friends this is a joyful event. Ordered pizza. A strong wind began to raise on the street, and the sky somehow darkened immediately. 
I went to close the windows, sighting the beginning of a strong hurricane. The wind intensified, it rained, and it became dark in the apartment. But communication with friends and the smell of pizza drowned the unpleasant sensations from the approaching weather.
Everything collapsed at one moment.
Only one phone call.
As you immediately understand how thin this line between the world and this.
A friend called us and reported that the daughter died in our friends in the accident.
Another daughter in intensive care. In total, they have five daughters, all beauties and clever.
Only we recently met, and our children spent so good time together. Planned in the near future to meet again.
Probably, if I were not my mother, then this event shocked me not so much.
But when you are my mother herself and you know what is when you wear a child under the heart, then you give it to the flour, growing, you care, you are not sleeping at night, if he fell ill ....
There is nothing worse than this is how to lose your favorite child.
My children did not immediately understand what happened, the youngest son at all, I think, did not delve into what is happening. But they already know what death is. My mother died three years ago. Our children met not so often and children did not communicate so closely. But my head is filled with questions.
I am almost losing consciousness from these thoughts. Why exactly she? How is her parents now?
What do other children experience? Lord, just help them.
I often think about death. What evil live long, and bright people go early.
Why does God give such tests?
What question is more important here: "Why?" or "Why?"
Now I'm so bad that I do not want to answer any questions.
What is the difference, because when the state of shock passes through everyone, then reality will come up.
There is no man. Not just a person. Bloody, child, "Kitten", "Susting" and "Sun". And someone will make sure the protocol:
"The car hit a kilometer ... .."
As nauseous from such protocols and clarification. In the soul, someone goes out the last fire and the emptiness begins. Emptiness and darkness.
Where is the person go after it is no longer?!
I believe in God, eternal life and life after death, but how to ask God
"For what?" Instead of "Why?"
How to make yourself live after only the photo and the dead things remain?
How you feel when yesterday you screamed:
"Come here, why didn't you remove your fragments so far?!"
And now you look like a blank bed and untouched things.
The world collapses, and global wars are nothing compared to your personal loss.
Because this is not the whole world around - this is the world that you created, cherished and who lived.
How to find strength to continue to live?!
And here you will not find the words to express condolences. You will not express in the phrase as you sympathize. You do not even know how to dial the number. Probably, it is better to pray and cry. Sold out.
Of course, you need to live when you need to hurt and raise another loved one and your beloved. And what if there is no one else, who is the roads and close to you?
Live, but for whom and what?
I believe in the execution of the Wolley of God in my life, I always know that I personally cannot happen to me so that God does not allow it. But even with all my confidence in the mercy and love of the Lord, I do not know what will be with my heart if the Lord will send such a test as the loss of a loved one and his native person.
Sometimes in our life or in the life of our friends and loved ones, something that our mind and heart refuse to perceive adequately. It is just a method of protection against stress.
We do not allow that we do not understand to the end and not survive. God does not give tests above the strength. But as if we did not try, often death does not ask permission to enter.
You can try to prevent something, make up and warn. You can live, as unprecedented. Without thinking that it will be tomorrow and without worrying about the future.
But the end can come unexpectedly. You do not even be able to predict him.
In the morning you quarreled with my mother, and in the evening it was "late", even too late.
You shielded a child that brought you out of myself, and then I did not apologize for the hotness and quick temper. Then fuss and home care, and then ...
I know only one thing - I do not want to understand "why" or "why" sometimes we lose your loved ones, close and bright people. Especially, inaccessible to my understanding, why sometimes these are children. But for myself I decided that I would not ask why? ". And with all my might I will try to answer for yourself to the question "For what?".
God has fallen me, and I have not yet experienced the loss of so hard. Yes, forgive me those whose wounds I disturbed. But I know that you need to continue to continue, even if not for anyone.
We did not give themselves this right to "live", we are not right to us and take it. Bright and righteous people leave earlier, as the ears that are broken until they are overripe. People that are full of malice and envy is given much more. I think that they can at least at the order of their lives be able to realize their guilt and repent before God and people.
In any case, even the worst have loved ones and relatives, which are indispensable for them and loved. The loss of such a person is invaluable and irreparable. Time such wounds treats over the years and decades. Memory treatment does not help.
But if you look at death with the eyes of a person who believes in life after death. I do not speak here about reincarnation. Live in anticipation of a terrible court or waiting for the award. Live for hell or paradise. Save your soul or lose.
We cannot choose when you lose your loved ones and loved ones, but we can always be ready that they will leave us in eternity. You should not live only one afternoon, forgetting about the past and the future. There is a body and there is a soul, but the spirit of man is what gives the foundation to the rest. Saying goodbye, let's not leave nestroissance and anger in the heart.
Canceling, do not be offended for years, smearing in the heart of hatred. Thinking that there is a time to fix something, you should not expect the first step to make someone else. Losing her beloved and loved ones, do not forget that we have a choice, live on in resentment and hatred or let go and rejoice that you have had time to communicate and love. 
Pain and emptiness. Fear and darkness. Thoughts about the loss and not the perception of what happened.
Time treats, but the memory will again open the protracted wounds. The soul will moan and cry. But the soul, which is no longer there, it is quite possible, much happier there, 
Where is she now. Your soul can be even better and cleaner if it takes this test without misfortune, hatred and eternal: "Why?"
"Revenge - harmful actions made from the motivation to respond to real or imaginary injustice caused earlier." [Wikipedia].
So, the definition is given, it remains to understand why it arises. And why some of us are ready to soul the Devil to sell to show unfairly upholstered / who who who killed him close.
Revenge woman man, for insulting her feelings. For having left her or exchanged another. What does she feel? First of all, it is offended by the fact that they are rejected. She cries at night at all because she broke up with him, but because he offended her, he traded her for someone else. And then she wants to revenge. She wants to somehow upset his familiar lifestyle. In such cases, the revenge is two types: revenge linear and revenge sophisticated. The revenge of the linear is to apply a man of material damage: accommodation in his working network of pornophotography from his behalf, scratching the keys unfortunate wing of his car, calls to his current passion with the goal of at least one evening to spoil the scandal with a new fabulous. The sophisticated type implies a man of moral damage to the man. At first, the woman changes the image, and then takes for the psyche of the former. She can unwind his new passion with anonymous letters, calls, influence on his mommy. In general, it seeks his life is unbearable in a psychological plan. So that the atmosphere has gaped his brains and he finally understood what treasure he lost! What is the most interesting, sometimes acts, but somewhat not as expected. Just a man with longing thinks that with the former it was calmer, despite all her zakydons ... And when the position of him is completely unquestless, he most likely just slaughter the door, will leave all, will come to himself for a long time, uphety in his native element - Bachelor of life, and then find a third, forgetting about the former unsuccessful experiments, and the truth, we live once ... Even, and it will not endure such tests.
By the way about love. Immediately it is worth noting that no revenge is made from unrequited or rejected love. Because when a person loves, he is ready to do everything so that his love object does not suffer. And if it came to revenge, there was nothing more passion in those relationships.
You insulted a colleague. Here the role plays anger. Tantrum. Revenge here is divided into two categories: male and female. Men are revenge on their achievements, developments, praise, who will quickly receive an increase. Women's revenge is distinguished by petty things. She "by chance" breaks the frame from the desktop who insulted her person and angelic smiling, says "ah, what I am stupid! Such a wonderful frame ... was" and then the shadow of complacency will run on her face. If an insulted is a woman, most often this confrontation turns into an eternal war. Of course, men can act a female revenge, and women are male, but it is extremely rare.
Murder. Now this kind of revenge is still much less common than before. It is worth noting that the ancient Slavs had the so-called "blood revenge". She replaced the law and badly poorly supported order in society. Because everyone knew what the crime would not be unpunished. She acted according to the type of mirror. An eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth. You killed my brother - I will kill your brother. You raped my sister, I rape your sister. In some cases, any crime still caught death.
So why are people going to murder ... Let the killers? After all, you need to cross through yourself. First, unimaginable loss pain. She covers the mind and does not give rational to think. Only one soap beats in the brain - "He ... All because of him ... he killed ... he is guilty ..." (well, or she, as you like more). And secondly, with a loss of a person very often, a human target is lost in life very often attached to him. And her place takes revenge. Her man lives. When she was committed by a person stays again alone with his empty ... and there are already completely different results ...
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