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Hello my followers! For a long time I did not write anything, although I promised. I know that there is no forgiveness for me, but, unfortunately, life circumstances did not allow me to delve into the creative process.
Nevertheless, I post a small miniature for your judgment. I usually write under the impression of something, therefore, we can say - "inspired".
So, a letter to my brother.
Greetings, brother! How are you? How about mother? I received strange news here, it came from you, but I can’t believe that such relatives can be thought of. You say in it that you are not your brother, that you hate me, as much as there is no urine. And you wish me death, suffering. I don’t understand why this punishment is for me?
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Do you remember, Brother, how we drove out the Mongols? How did 300 years of imprisonment pass, how did we endure, gather our strength, and then get up from our knees and drive them away? Or remember how the knights from the west wanted to capture the Motherland? As we piled on them, we broke them. but then many of ours also fell ill. But those knights of the order that were then called Teutonic, and now climb to us beyond the outskirts. And they all incite you, Brother, they encourage you to quarrel with your blood, so that you forget everything that connected us. It was hard for you, I know everything. But do you remember how the inheritance was divided? After all, then you got a lot: black soil and material goods. I took the blow on myself in full, all debts and external responsibility. But I persevered and got through it all. Well, what about you? Why is everything scattered? Where are the factories, where are the happy people? Where are you doing the legacy of the past? You had everything, but fucked up. I understand that Trade Freedom has turned its head wild. Yes, and the West promised you miracles and untold riches. Can't you, brother, see everything? That they lied to you, cheated, stole all your treasures, and it’s not good for them to share their own. Remember, we drove the French. Straight to Paris, practically, how they kicked the enemy, how we were famous, how the people stood in unison. Or remember the forty-fifth year, because it has never been worse. How many sons have we put there, how many days have we lived without air. But we stood, endured and believed that we would drive out the enemy, we would defeat him. We fought together, as a family! Have you forgotten.
You all jump. Well, frolic, it's not my right to forbid you to make elections. You were older, wiser when we were together
worked under one roof,
and now. the brains of good fellows were confused. everyone splashed, but jumped.
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Brother, you are still dear to me, and I will accept you who have strayed. I'm right here at all. just give me your hand.
Danil Livinskiy
This letter to my brother was written five months ago. Getting to it, I vaguely imagined what to write, but somehow it was written. He, having familiarized himself with him, didn’t show much of a mind, he didn’t talk much. But after a while, he called me and asked me something. Later, he turned to me several more times, he asked for advice, in some trifles he asked for help. I noticed that our communication became a little different, yes, of course, there were still some disagreements. But in general we have become closer to each other. And I, I stopped climbing with my help, I no longer “help” him, without asking. He has his own life, and he has the right to decide how to live. The most important thing is that our relationship no longer weighs me personally, I am free from all the attachments that were before. And now, more than ever, I understand that they have the right to live as they see fit. And whatever happens to him, only he is responsible for it. All I can do is just stand by and let him make mistakes, get bumps and get his experience. I am no longer engaged in rescue, and until they ask for help, I myself will not climb!
A strange message, rather it is a letter that will allow you to dot the i , well, at least for me. The second day already, I dream about you, and you and I either eat somewhere, and then we lose each other, then we try to escape from prison together.
Of course, we have a strange relationship, we never had an example of how brothers should communicate, or they themselves did not want to communicate normally. Each of us has formed some principles, prejudices, and we stubbornly use them in communicating with each other. As if we have some kind of competition going on all the time, competition for the title of the best. But just to whom and what do we want to prove? This situation with Pasha, because this is far from the starting point, it was the final touch that set off the explosion. Yes, maybe I was wrong, I admit it. If this is important to you, I'm sorry I didn't take your side. If this changed anything in our relationship, and I knew it, I would certainly take your side. But for some reason they were stretched long before that. And where is this starting point, when a black cat ran between us for the first time? I don't know. It all started from childhood, we constantly shared something, fought, tried to prove some kind of superiority to each other. What for? After all, we are not rivals, not enemies, not competitors - what should we share, what should we prove to each other? We are brothers, we must be close, help each other, support, of course, this should come from the heart, and not by obligation. Some accumulated grievances, mutual and not, I don’t even know much. No matter how funny it may sound, but when you said that you remember how I called you “a shard of the toilet bowl” and it hurt you, you were offended. For me it was a discovery, I could not even think of anything like that. And how many more such moments were in our childhood? I don’t remember much, and I didn’t even think that it could somehow hurt you. I’m sorry that it all happened, I certainly can’t go back and change everything. But I can ask your forgiveness for all these moments. Forgive me for all that insulting, for all insults, for all actions, free and not free. I'm sorry for everything I've ever offended you. Sometimes he did some actions in order to help you with something, to suggest, but I never asked you, do you need it? I just imposed my point of view, exposed myself in your eyes as a nerd who knows everything. And for that, I'm sorry too. This wall of misunderstanding of each other, accumulated grievances, leads us to a dead end, and this is not right. I have never had and never will have anyone dearer than you, and we both need to understand this. Only by destroying this wall of accumulated grievances can we move on.
After all, no matter what, we are first and foremost brothers, we have one mother, one father, one family. There were a lot of good things, I remember how I taught you to ride a humpbacked skate. They built huts at Baba Lily's house, bathed in her bathroom together. They tried to deceive her, first I play with you when you swim, then you when I swim. But she figured us out, and said that both of us had already taken a swim, ate potatoes with sour cream on stools in her kitchen. We smoked brooms together, went fishing, hunting, jumped on the don from our yellow boat, and much more was good. Even your construction site, in my opinion, we were very good at pouring blocks, can't we? If we want. But for some reason we try to remember only the bad, it's stupid, and neither I nor you need it. Looking back, I understand all this, and I want the future of our relationship to be filled with only bright and kind moments. And there was no misunderstanding between us. I never held any grudges or evil against you, just sometimes, I didn’t want to hear and understand you. Whatever it was, I forgive you for everything. And I ask you to forgive me for all those insults and much of what I have long forgotten about, and what I don’t know about. This wall of misunderstanding must fall, and never come between us again.
Thank you for being you, the way you are, I accept you in any way! I love you like brother brother. We are native people and I would not want life to separate us on different sides!
Thank you for your interaction this stage my evolutionary development. Zeroing out all our negative energy connections.
This letter does not require an answer, I wrote it for myself, I have long been tormented by our misunderstanding, and the wall that has arisen between us. And if you have something to say, say it.
Collection of answers to your questions
Today you rarely meet a person who writes letters on paper, given the possibilities modern technologies- it's not relevant. But there are cases when it is impossible to build communication in a different way, for example, in the army or in prison. In such places, people do not have the opportunity to use gadgets, and paper mail is the only way out. But writing is not easy, because you need to find something to talk about, be able to present information. It often happens that you take a piece of paper, but nothing can be written on it. We will help you write a letter to your brother in the army, the main thing here is not to miss or forget anything.
Letter from sister to brother in army
To serve in the army is a test. Until recently, young and carefree guys here become adults. Now their home is far away, and around only strangers. Here, young men become men, acquire new skills and abilities, and it is very important for them to feel support from loved ones.
To do this, the main thing is not to forget to show attention, care and wisdom in the content:
- The message should begin with a greeting. When addressing your brother, use the same words that you spoke to him at home;
- Then tell how you miss;
- Answer his questions. Usually guys from the army ask about their friends, about their girlfriend;
- If you know that the girl didn't wait for him, it's better not to report it. Everything here is individual, it depends on the nature of the person, but if you guess that this hurts him a lot, it is better to wait a little with this information. Sometimes, after learning such news from home, guys do rash things;
- It’s better to ask how his service goes, how commanders treat them and whether he copes with his duties, how his usual day goes.
At the end, be sure to send greetings from friends and parents, write that you are waiting for his letters and his return.
Message from the bride
These letters are especially expected there, because so many experiences and fears will accumulate during the service. Being far away, you often come up with something that is not there, and doubts appear in your head, the girl must dispel them in every letter:
- It is necessary to compose such important messages in a suitable setting. Finish all things and get busy in the evening so that nothing distracts;
- Imagine your soldier and the words that you would like to say will appear in your head. Of course, these are words of love and feelings for him. It is not necessary to report ordinary things that your neighbor woke you up today for repairs or that you went to the fitness room productively. Tell him how much you love him, what you are doing to make it easier to expect him;
- Talk only about positive things, try to make you laugh by remembering one of your funny adventures together.
And of course, say how it is not enough. If something compromising you has happened, some rumors have appeared, report it first, write that you still love him.
What to write to a friend in the army?
I want to talk about this separately, since the moment of friendship between a man and a woman is a very sensitive topic.
If you are friendly with a guy, grew up together, went to the same class and don’t experience anything other than these feelings, communicate carefully. When you are away from home, difficult conditions reality is perceived differently. And, receiving news from a friend, sometimes single soldiers perceive them as something more. It’s hard and morally they want to have an affectionate girl nearby who is waiting and bored.
Therefore, when taking care of the servant, giving him attention, do not forget to observe subordination:
- “Hi, Maxim! How is your health? How is the service going?
- After that, tell about local events: “We have yesterday ...”, “Do you remember Sasha. ”,“ I entered the institute ... ”;
At the end, say that you are waiting for the return and wish you success. It is possible and necessary to write to a friend in the army, you just need to be a little careful in words.
Letter to brother in jail
Sending messages to the prison is a special matter, because they are all opened and reread by local employees. That's why it is important to watch what you write and observe censorship:
- Don't discuss his case if he hasn't been convicted yet. Any words can be used against him;
- Discuss everyday affairs, health and the weather. Write about your parents and how they live, about your plans and the lives of your friends;
- If you know that he uses a cell phone, never mention it. There is a fixed telephone in the prison, which is used according to the established rules, keep that in mind;
- Tell how you miss and worry, how hard it is to survive what happened. Say that you believe in him, so the brother will understand why he should try to return faster;
- Put empty envelopes in the envelope, as he has nowhere else to take them.
Try to support the person, your hope for his return is what will help him survive in such difficult conditions, try to improve and rethink his life. Be sure to let him know how much he is needed, that he has not been abandoned.
A message to a loved one in prison
The same rules should be observed here as regards the content, it can and should be frank. The situation is not easy for both you and him, you will have to go through it together. You are here, and he will be there waiting for a meeting.
Help each other with warm words and confessions in order to understand that this is necessary and important for someone:
- Do not judge, because he has already been punished, support with affectionate words: “Beloved, you are far away now, but this is not forever”;
- Say constantly that you believe in him: “Know that I am with you to the end, no matter what happens”;
- Tell us how you live, what you do. Just try to write with a positive, while constantly reminding how it is not enough;
- If you have children, tell us about them, send their drawings and photographs;
- Be sure to be interested in his well-being, how he lives, ask what to bring.
Writing a letter to a brother in the army, and not only in the army, can be difficult. This is a whole art, it is beautiful and clear to express your thoughts, to know what to write about. Hope we really gave you helpful tips and helped to write a good message.
Video: what to write in a letter (ideas)
In this video, Diana Armenina will tell you what else you can write to a soldier (brother or boyfriend) serving his service, and give some advice:
A letter to a soldier, a letter to a brother (Essay on a free topic)
I really miss you! I hope you are doing well and there are no difficult and casus situations that you usually can always get into.
Looking forward to the day you come home. Remember how you and I, walking along the Kama embankment, watched the sunset, looked at the night lights of the city. You bought my favorite ice cream, and as always, I could get smeared with it so that you laughed at me with your infectious laugh. I vividly remember how we went to Gorky Park, and rode only the most terrible rides, which were breathtaking. After that, we bought ourselves cotton candy and went to the Ferris wheel to admire the panorama of our beloved city. Do you remember those beautiful and wonderful moments like me?
I know it's hard for you. But the army is a harsh school of life that you must go through. Therefore, I believe and am proud of you, because you become the defender not only of our Motherland, but of our entire family!
Many people tell me that the army changes people a lot and you most likely will not be an exception, but know that for me you will forever remain the only, strong, beloved, and most importantly, older brother.
After a year of service, you'll be even older. I'm a little anxious and sad that things won't be the same as before. You will go to study further, and then you will find yourself a girlfriend and possibly go far away, to a strange city. And I will miss you again. Although, now it doesn’t matter, I just want you to have a successful service, there were a good relationship with colleagues and time passed faster.
It's hard for me to feel this separation right now. Soon I have exams, graduation, admission. and I really want you to be next to me in such important moments of my life. He supported, made laugh and consoled his little sister with a kind word, as you know how to do it. I love you madly and look forward to your soon return.
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Letters to an older brother (part 1)
Hello big brother-2! Yes, yes - do not think that this is a joke or that I'm crazy about the movie "Brother 2". I called you that because I already have my own older brother. That's what I want to write about. There is something wrong with him.
Jealousy is a vice
Hello big brother-2! Yes, yes - do not think that this is a joke or that I'm crazy about the movie "Brother 2". I called you that because I already have my own older brother. That's what I want to write about. There is something wrong with him. I'm 17 now. He's three years older. I don't even know how to write about it, but. In a word, he makes me jealous. The fact is that I met a young man two months ago. And my brother, having learned about this, at first pretended that he was indifferent, and then, when I invited my boyfriend home, my brother began to play a joke on him. And in the end, it completely fell apart. My boyfriend hugged me, and my brother yelled: “Stop touching her!”. God, I'm so embarrassed now. What's going on with him? Tell me what to do?
Vera, Korolev, Moscow region
PROBLEM, however. Although, Vera, you basically diagnosed your brother correctly - Jealousy. Exactly. Do you understand what's the matter: he protects you. It's hard to believe, but it's true nonetheless. For your brother, you will always remain a little sister who can be pulled by a pigtail, but who nevertheless needs to be protected. If you conduct a short session of psychoanalysis, then you will remember how your brother stood up for you if someone tried to offend you. It was so? That's it! And if you think that you have already grown up, then you are deeply mistaken! Just not for my brother! For him, you are always small, and he will always protect you. It's just that in his head it still can't fit that you started dating a young man who just like that can hug or kiss you. What can be recommended here. First, talk to your brother. Only, I beg you, not in a raised voice. He just needs to explain that your young man does not want to harm you. This is the first step. Next, you have another conversation - this time with the object of your adoration. The young man should be taught to behave, at least in the presence of your brother, chastely, like a dandelion boy. You can hug in private, otherwise the next time you inadvertently get not an outburst of anger, but a scuffle with subsequent hospitalization of the fighting. But by the way, I, being just an older brother, can say: what you wrote about is a temporary phenomenon. Brothers are quick-witted people, and if there are enough convolutions in the head, then the corresponding conclusions will come by themselves. It just needs a little time to pass.
Whether to believe the horoscope
Hello! Don't laugh, but I have a question. Dima and I have been meeting for a long time, and just the other day I read in the horoscope that we are completely unsuitable for each other. Maybe I should leave him before it's too late?
THAT'S right, that's right! And at the same time, Sveta, look who your dad and mom are according to your horoscope - maybe you need to part with them too. Why are you smiling? Horoscopes are serious business. If it is written: “Today you will find financial success,” you need to go and spend all your money on slot machines. And if they print that today it’s better not to do anything at all, then you should lie on the bed, stretch your arms at your sides and spit at the ceiling. Everything ingenious is simple!
And now think for yourself: is faith in horoscopes worth such costs? I'm not saying they shouldn't be believed. But you should not rely thoughtlessly on the stars either. Well, you don’t fit zodiacly (what a word, huh?), Well, why change your whole life because of this? And after that for many years to search young man, which suits you according to the horoscope: some Scorpio born in the year of the Goat, when the Moon was in Taurus? With this approach, you can evaporate. Yes, speaking between us, horoscopes are also different, someone celebrates the year of the Snake, and for some residents of Burkina Faso, 2001 is declared the year of red raccoons. We are used to the fact that we have 12 signs of the zodiac, and in other countries there are more. So, dear Sveta, stop worrying about the fact that you are Aquarius, and he is Leo: the main thing is that you love each other, and under what signs this happens - it does not matter.
How to write a letter to your brother
This letter to my brother was written five months ago. Getting to it, I vaguely imagined what to write, but somehow it was written. He, having familiarized himself with him, didn’t show much of a mind, he didn’t talk much. But after a while, he called me and asked me something. Later, he turned to me several more times, he asked for advice, in some trifles he asked for help. I noticed that our communication became a little different, yes, of course, there were still some disagreements. But in general we have become closer to each other. And I, I stopped climbing with my help, I no longer “help” him, without asking. He has his own life, and he has the right to decide how to live. The most important thing is that our relationship no longer weighs me personally, I am free from all the attachments that were before. And now, more than ever, I understand that they have the right to live as they see fit. And whatever happens to him, only he is responsible for it. All I can do is just stand by and let him make mistakes, get bumps and get his experience. I am no longer engaged in rescue, and until they ask for help, I myself will not climb!
A strange message, rather it is a letter that will allow you to dot the i Well, at least to me. The second day already, I dream about you, and you and I either eat somewhere, and then we lose each other, then we try to escape from prison together.
Of course, we have a strange relationship, we never had an example of how brothers should communicate, or they themselves did not want to communicate normally. Each of us has formed some principles, prejudices, and we stubbornly use them in communicating with each other. As if we have some kind of competition constantly going on, competition for the title of the best. But just to whom and what do we want to prove? This situation with Pasha, because this is far from the starting point, it was the final touch that set off the explosion. Yes, maybe I was wrong, I admit it. If this is important to you, I'm sorry I didn't take your side. If this changed anything in our relationship, and I knew it, I would certainly take your side. But for some reason they were stretched long before that. And where is this starting point, when a black cat ran between us for the first time? I don't know. It all started from childhood, we constantly shared something, fought, tried to prove some kind of superiority to each other. What for? After all, we are not rivals, not enemies, not competitors - what should we share, what should we prove to each other? We are brothers, we must be close, help each other, support, of course, this should come from the heart, and not by obligation. Some accumulated grievances, mutual and not, I don’t even know much. No matter how funny it may sound, but when you said that you remember how I called you “a shard of the toilet bowl” and it hurt you, you were offended. For me it was a discovery, I could not even think of anything like that. And how many more such moments were in our childhood? I don’t remember much, and I didn’t even think that it could somehow hurt you. I’m sorry that it all happened, I certainly can’t go back and change everything. But I can ask your forgiveness for all these moments. Forgive me for all that insulting, for all insults, for all actions, free and not free. I'm sorry for everything I ever offended you!!! Sometimes he did some actions in order to help you with something, to suggest, but I never asked you, do you need it? I just imposed my point of view, exposed myself in your eyes as a nerd who knows everything. And for that, I'm sorry too. This wall of misunderstanding of each other, accumulated grievances, leads us to a dead end, and this is not right. I have never had and never will have anyone dearer than you, and we both need to understand this. Only by destroying this wall of accumulated grievances can we move on.
After all, no matter what, we are first and foremost brothers, we have one mother, one father, one family. There were a lot of good things, I remember how I taught you to ride a humpbacked skate. They built huts at Baba Lily's house, bathed in her bathroom together. They tried to deceive her, first I play with you when you swim, then you when I swim. But she figured us out, and said that both of us had already taken a swim, ate potatoes with sour cream on stools in her kitchen. We smoked brooms together, went fishing, hunting, jumped on the don from our yellow boat, and much more was good. Even your construction site, in my opinion, we were very good at pouring blocks, can't we? If we want. But for some reason we try to remember only the bad, it's stupid, and neither I nor you need it. Looking back, I understand all this, and I want the future of our relationship to be filled with only bright and kind moments. And there was no misunderstanding between us. I never held any grudges or evil against you, just sometimes, I didn’t want to hear and understand you. Whatever it was, I forgive you for everything. And I ask you to forgive me for all those insults and much of what I have long forgotten about, and what I don’t know about. This wall of misunderstanding must fall, and never come between us again.
Thank you for being you, the way you are, I accept you in any way! I love you like brother brother. We are native people and I would not want life to separate us on different sides!
Thank you for your interaction at this stage of my evolutionary development. Zeroing out all our negative energy connections.
This letter does not require an answer, I wrote it for myself, I have long been tormented by our misunderstanding, and the wall that has arisen between us. And if you have something to say, say it.
Dear brother!
This is a one way letter. You will never read it, and you will never know that these thoughts torment me. I am writing this letter because I no longer have the strength to keep it to myself. I want to speak.
Brother, you have no idea how I feel. I would like to convey all my emotions, but I'm afraid it's impossible. I will try my best to tell you everything. As much as it's real.
We see each other very rarely. So rare that I know next to nothing about you. It would seem that five years of difference is nothing. But on the other hand, it is a huge gulf that separates us from each other. I stand behind the abyss from you and I can not scream, no matter how hard I try. My voice just flies and disappears before reaching you. You do not hear me. I would like you to get closer, so that we can be closer. So that a bridge would grow across this abyss, and we could approach each other.
I have thought many times about what would happen if the age difference between us was a year or two. Perhaps then we would have more common interests, we would communicate more often. But this, unfortunately, is not the case. You are an adult, I am a child, and we have little in common. At first sight...
But if you dig deeper, we are very similar. Both outwardly and mentally. For example, we have amazingly similar tastes in music. We listen to pretty much the same thing. I'm sure that if I knew you better, I could name a lot more of our similarities. And the way we look alike, even a casual passerby will suggest that we are brother and sister.
You are my idol. I want to be like you, I want you to be proud of me. I set goals for myself, upon reaching which, it seems to me, you will treat me with respect and pride. I often show my friends your photos, while talking about your unreal beauty. And often I hear from friends: “Yes, yes, you already said.” But I won't stop talking about it!
I haven’t seen you for a very long time, I didn’t know where you are and how you are doing. And when I called you, years later, instead of the childish voice that I expected to hear, I heard an adult, male bass. The day I plucked up the courage to call, I thought things would be different now. But nothing has changed. I found you, I found an older brother, an example to follow. And she lost him again.
You are my cousin, but cousins are close relatives.
You are very important to me. I often think of you and often cry. Perhaps this is stupid. But I love you very much and I want you to hug me at least once when you meet. I want to talk to you without being embarrassed, I want to be your friend and support. And if, when we grow up, you need help, I will do my best. I will help all I can.
You didn't come to my birthday, you didn't come to my performance. I'm not offended, I'm not angry, and in no way am I judging you. Just, I would really like to hear from you at least a couple of warm words on your birthday. It doesn't matter which way. At least a message, not to mention a call or even a meeting. I would just be pleased. But you didn't text me. I take no offence.
You post in social media photos with our sister, with your brother, but we don’t have a single common photo where we are together, not counting those that were taken in 2004. I'm jealous, yes, I'm jealous!
You probably think I'm small, that's why you don't communicate with me.
I used to text you. I asked how you are doing, what's new with you. But now I won't do it. I thought that since you do not write to me yourself, it means that you are not interested, and I should not be imposed. Nothing to hide, I'm afraid. I'm afraid to write to you because I'm afraid to look like a fool in your eyes.
My dear, my beloved brother! I just want you to know: I love you very much! And so it will always be. You can always turn to me, always, do you hear? In any situation. I will help you if it is in my power, and if not, then I will do the impossible. You are very important to me. Very. I wish you only the best. I want you to be a happy person, so that you find love, become successful and have as little sadness as possible in your life.
Be happy brother!
Thanks for being you!
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Greetings, brother!
You must have been very surprised to receive this letter, because while you were at home, we did not get along very well. I always envied you, because you were older and almost adult in my understanding, your parents talked to you as an equal, and they always lisped with me. I thought that being an adult means doing whatever you want, and therefore I wanted to become one as soon as possible. I even tried smoking in a yard company to appear cool, and not " sissy". And I remember your words very well when you caught me doing this. You said: “To be like everyone else, to merge with the crowd, to become a gray mass - it’s easy, you don’t need a lot of mind here. But to be different from everyone else, to have your own opinion and be able to stand up for it is difficult, but when a person understands this, he grows up. I did not listen to your advice then, probably, I was not mature enough.
And I also remember the day you told your parents that you were going to go to military school. My father did not express much joy, but he did not object either, and my mother was very upset. She thought that you would follow in her footsteps and become a doctor, because you always liked helping people, and you knew biology and chemistry well. You graduated from high school silver medal, teachers and parents constantly set you as an example to me, and I got angry and snapped. You could enter any university, but chose the military. Mom dissuaded you for a long time, asked you to think, to choose a different path for yourself. Once, after another argument, you quietly but firmly said: "There is such a profession - to defend the Motherland." For some reason, my mother began to cry and never returned to this topic. Your words stuck in my memory, I later found out on the Internet that this is a phrase from the movie "Officers". I saw the film and, you know, something has changed in my life. At some subconscious level, I understood what a real Man should be like.
The first thing I did was to stop smoking with my yard friends, and in general, I reduced communication with them to a minimum. I realized that I was not interested in them, they didn’t read books, watched low-quality TV shows, only chanson sounded from the headphones, and talking about where and whom to “pick up” and drink didn’t bother me.
Secondly, I began to take my studies more seriously, suddenly I realized that I need to study not for my father and mother, but for myself. It turned out that history is a very interesting subject. If you know the past well, you can understand the present and predict the future. I began to watch historical films and read books, discovering a wonderful new world. How did I not notice this before? I began to visit the club of historical reconstruction, where I met a lot of new interesting people.
And finally, third, and most importantly, I found a true friend. And it was like that. By February 23, our classmates gave us a festive tea party. Everything was great: congratulations, gifts; and then Vera Mikhailovna, our class teacher, says: “I hope, guys, that you will be good defenders of our Motherland.” All our boys laughed loudly in response, and Dimka Popov blurted out: “What are you, Vera Mikhailovna, now only fools go to the army!” Vera Mihailovna sighed heavily; an awkward silence hung in the classroom ... "And I'll go to serve!" I said, barely holding back. His mouth went dry, either from excitement or indignation. The entire class turned to look at me. I physically felt the bewildered looks of my classmates on me, dozens of pupils dug into me like needles. For the first time in my life, I expressed my opinion. “Well, you sucker…” Popov exhaled. And suddenly Anya Sidelnikova, a girl I liked for a long time, got up and said: “Kirill, you are great. It's a worthy deed." I felt like the happiest person in the world! From that day on, Anna and I became friends.
A few months ago, I could not have imagined what changes would happen to me. I don't recognize myself! But I like this new "I". And it's all thanks to you brother. I never said a kind word to you and now I regret it. Know - I'm proud of you! You - a real man and defender of the Fatherland. If all people on earth honestly performed their duty, how life would change! Thank you for having me.
your little brother
When my mother told me that she was pregnant, I was delighted! I imagined how cute you would be, what a wonderful time we would have together, and how much you would be like me. When you were born, I looked at your tiny hands and feet and wondered how beautiful you are.
I proudly showed you to my friends. They touched you and lightly tickled you, but for some reason you never reacted. When you were five months old, your mother started to worry. You were too still and quiet, and your crying sounded strange - almost like a kitten's.
Then the doctors made a diagnosis: the "cat's cry" syndrome. They said you would never walk and talk. I realized that from now on the world will revolve around you, because you have a serious illness. I felt offended, and I committed an unacceptable act - in my heart I renounced you. I taught myself not to love you.
Your parents surrounded you with love and attention, and that made it even worse for me. Over the years, resentment turned into anger, and anger into hatred. Mom never gave up. She did everything for your recovery. Every day she pushed toys away from you so you could learn to crawl, but instead you rolled on the floor. I watched her heart break every time she pushed the toys away again and again. You were crying and squealing little kitty but she still didn't give up.
And one fine day you refuted the words of all the doctors - you crawled! When Mom saw this, she knew that eventually you would walk. When you were four, she laid you on the grass, knowing you didn't like the touch of the grass. She smiled when you grimaced in displeasure. You crawled out onto the sidewalk, but your mom carried you back to the grass. Mom said it over and over.
And then one day you got up and ran to the sidewalk. Parents hugged you, not hiding tears. Mom constantly taught you to speak, read and write. Since then, I have sometimes watched you walk down the street, breathe in the smell of flowers, admire the birds, or just smile at this world. Slowly I began to see beautiful world around me, the simplicity of life and small miracles, and this I learned from you.
Then I realized that no matter how long I tried to hate you, I still loved you. We got to know each other again. I bought you toys and gave you my love. You rewarded me with a smile and a big hug. When you were ten, you started having severe headaches.
The doctors' diagnosis was terrible - leukemia. Mom fainted and dad held her, I could not hold back the tears. The doctors told us that the only hope for recovery was a bone marrow transplant. By the time we found a suitable donor, you were already too sick and the doctor canceled the operation. Even in last days life, you continued to enjoy it.
A month before you died, you made me make a list of things you want to do when you get out of the hospital. I remember our last conversation. You said that if you die and I need your help, I can send you a note to heaven, attaching it to hot air balloon and letting him go. When you said that, I cried, and you hugged me tightly. That night you got worse. That last night you asked me to hug you, to sing a song. Tears were running down your face.
In the hospital, you struggled to say something, but you couldn't. I know what you wanted to say. "I hear you," I whispered. For the last time, I said, "I will always love you, don't be afraid, you will soon be with God in heaven." I watched as the bravest boy on earth gradually closed his eyes and took his last breath.
You left, leaving us alone. You have become my source of inspiration forever. You showed me how to love the world and live life to the fullest. Your simplicity and honesty showed me a world full of love and care. And you made me understand that the most important thing in life is to always love, without asking why and how and without setting any restrictions.
Thank you brother for all this!