Everything or almost everything has a beginning, a middle and an end. Nobody will argue with this. However, when starting to do something, we often start from the middle (or even from the end), completely forgetting about the beginning. Why?
Because, as a rule, both the beginning and the end are a ritual that carries no meaning other than symbolic. The meaning of the action usually lies in the middle. And the rest is like a wrapper, like a packaging container, so that it doesn't "break" ... We, not respecting the ritual, not seeing any benefit in it, like in a packaging container, we often go straight to the middle of the case. We believe that performing the ritual is not necessary at all.What is the ritual of the beginning and the end? This is usually: 1) greeting, 2) gratitude, 3) appeal for invisible help to the Higher powers ... Are there any more examples? These are enough for now.
You can, of course, shout from the doorway: “Give me money! (information, goods) "... And you can first ... say hello, or something. You can, having received money (information, goods), immediately run on about your business, or you can ... thank and say goodbye properly.
This is also understandable and primitive. But in fact, we often neglect even this.
We do not have time, we save time - we immediately go "to the heart of the matter." However, a proverb was created especially for such "time-saving" ones: "If you hurry, you will make people laugh!"
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На английском:
My grandmother always believed in one sign: a black cat will run across the road-it means bad luck.I always thought it was funny-I've never been so superstitious. But one day, as usual, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, my grandmother came home. Her face was very scared. I asked her what had happened. She barely spoke: "A black cat ran across my path. I laughed and told her not to believe this nonsense. But then someone knocked on the door. "This is the misfortune," my grandmother whispered, turning pale before her eyes. I felt uneasy. I gathered my strength and went to the door and looked out through the peephole. No one. I plucked up the courage to open the door. There was a box on the doorstep. With trembling hands, I opened the box. A second later, my grandmother came running, hearing my laughter. In the box sat a white kitten, very fluffy, with blue eyes. "So much for your misfortune," we exclaimed, and laughed aloud.
На русском:
Моя бабушка всегда верила в одну примету: черная кошка перебежит дорогу-значит к несчастью.Мне всегда это казалось смешным-я никогда не была настолько суеверной. Но однажды, как обычно, в 3 часа дня, пришла домой бабушка. Ее лицо было очень испуганное. Я стала расспрашивать ее-что случилось? Она еле-еле сказала: "Мне дорогу перебежала черная кошка. Я рассмеялась и сказала ей, что не надо верить в эту чушь. Но тут кто-то постучал в дверь. "Вот оно, несчастье" моя бабушка, бледнея на глазах. Мне стало не по себе. Я, собрав силы подошла к двери и выглянула через глазок. Никого. Набрав смелости, я открыла дверь. На пороге стояла коробка. Дрожащими руками я открыла коробку. Через секунду бабушка прибежала, услышав мой смех. В коробке сидел белый котенок, очень пушистый, с голубыми глазами. "Вот тебе и несчастье"-воскликнули мы и громко рассмеялись.
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