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This was the most ordinary married couple. His name was Sergei, hers was Alla. He is a little over thirty, she is a little less. Work, apartment - everything is like people’s. There are probably thousands of such couples, and maybe even millions. It seems to me that they probably had children. All ordinary married couples have children. And, just like all ordinary married couples, they had their own quirk.
Having your own quirk is an absolutely necessary thing for every ordinary married couple. If not for these quirks, it would simply be impossible to distinguish them from each other. Some people, for example, climb mountains, some grow cacti, and some have children who practice ballroom dancing. Alla and Sergei had the most unusual quirk - they did not hide anything from each other.
Sometimes they would sit with friends at the table, talk, and drink dry wine. Someone will show off their photographs against the backdrop of Elbrus, someone will excitedly tell how his Echinopsis lobivia blossomed last night, someone will talk about his children... And Sergei will suddenly look at Alla with such a long, intent gaze and say meaningfully: “ But Allochka and I hide absolutely nothing from each other.” Alla answers him with a clear look - it’s immediately clear that she really doesn’t intend to hide anything. And all the guests here, of course, respectfully fall silent. And yet - they have nothing to cover with.
Of course, if you look at this issue objectively, you will have to admit that in fact they had absolutely nothing to tell each other. They were a friendly, loving family and did not allow themselves any such liberties. Well, think for yourself: you shouldn’t admit to Allochka how for a moment her gaze lingered on the jeans-clad buttocks of a young electrician who was changing the wiring in their office. Or: is it worth telling Sergei what exactly he thought about when he accidentally saw how Yanochka the secretary was pulling up her black fishnet stockings. All these insignificant episodes mean absolutely nothing and, truly, do not even deserve mention.

One evening, Alla was returning home from work, as usual, taking a shortcut through the grove adjacent to the microdistrict. There was nothing exceptional in such an act: the places here were unusually calm, and at this time one could only meet neighbors on the path walking before dinner. Therefore, she walked completely calmly and serenely, swatting away mosquitoes and enjoying the fresh forest air.
Suddenly, from behind a tree, a small old man, almost a dwarf, stepped out onto the path, carefully stepping with his patent-leather boots. He was wearing a buttoned yellow checkered coat and a dark blue Borsalino hat pulled down to his ears. In his left hand the old man held a cane, and in his right hand a well-worn old-fashioned pigskin briefcase. Stopping right in front of the woman, he looked ingratiatingly straight into her eyes and said politely:
- Hello, madam.

Of course, Allochka just had to pass by, not paying attention to this strange little man. But, unfortunately, she was a well-mannered and intelligent woman. Besides, no one had ever called her madam. Therefore, stopping, Allochka politely answered the greeting:
- Hello.
“Meow for me, madam,” said the old man. - Only three times. Please, I beg you very much.
“Crazy,” Alla thought, and said out loud:
- Sorry, I have to go.
With these words, she tried to walk around the old man from the side. But he, taking a step to the side, blocked her path and said plaintively:
- Well, meow, please. I'll pay you. Twenty five thousand dollars.
Alla had never had to deal with crazy people before. She looked around helplessly, but there was no one around who could help the confused woman. Meanwhile, the old man repeated tearfully:
- Well, please meow. Just three times. I beg you very much, madam.
Seeing no other way to get rid of the annoying psycho, burning with shame, Alla quietly said: “Meow, meow, meow.”
“Thank you, madam,” the old man said calmly and, opening the briefcase, pulled out, one after another, five green packets tied with paper tape. Alla was so stunned by what was happening that she didn’t even recoil when he put these packs into her stiff palms.
After politely saying goodbye, the strange man disappeared into the forest as if he had never existed. Alla probably might have thought that she had simply imagined this whole strange story, if not for this very real pile of dollars in her hands...
Her purse was too small to hold that amount of money. Alla never managed to close the zipper, and stacks of dollars defiantly protruded from the shamelessly open throat. I had to wrap them in an old yellowed newspaper, luckily found right there on the path.
Clutching this unpresentable bundle to her chest, cowering under the perplexed glances of her neighbors, Alla almost ran to the door of her apartment.
Sergei was not there yet. Having laid out the dollars on the sofa, she carefully examined the green pieces of paper with portraits of American presidents. The story that happened to her was absolutely incredible, but the money turned out to be quite real. It was just completely unclear how to explain their origin to my husband. Not thinking of anything better, Alla carefully put them in a plastic bag and hid them in the basket with dirty laundry.

Several days passed. Alla had already gotten used to the idea that she had such an unimaginable amount of money at her disposal and even slowly began to think about how best to spend it. However, for this it was necessary to introduce Sergei to the incredible story of the emergence of such wealth. After thinking a little, she decided to tell him everything as it is. It’s not for nothing that she and her husband decided not to hide anything from each other.

- In a checkered coat, you say? – Sergei looked at her intently, tilting his head to the side.
“Yes,” Alla answered, “in a coat and a hat.”
– Do you think I look like an idiot?
- No, Seryozha. You don't look like an idiot at all.
“Then why do you think I’ll believe this baby talk?”
– I told you the truth, Seryozha. All the truth. – For some reason, Alla did not dare to raise her eyes to her husband.
He stood up and, walking around his chair, turned to face his wife, gripping the wooden back with his white knuckles.
- Allah, please... tell me the truth. No matter how bitter it may be.
She was silent, intuitively understanding that any word she said would only further strengthen her husband in his suspicions.
Sergei spent the night alone, sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

From this ill-fated day, their entire family life went awry. In the evenings, returning from work, Sergei, without saying a word, lay down on his sofa, leaving the dinner she had carefully prepared untouched. A cold silence of alienation settled in the house. Alla realized that the ship of her marriage would soon sink completely and irrevocably. Unless, of course, you take any emergency measures to save him...

That evening, when Sergei was already covering his sofa with a sheet, Alla quietly entered the living room and said in a broken whisper:
– Seryozha, ... I want to tell you the whole truth ...
They sat down at the table in the kitchen and, having drunk a little dry wine for courage, Alla told her husband how she had come across a group of bandits in a grove. They invited her to fulfill their basest desires and, for her diligence, presented her with a small, by their standards, amount of money. To be sure, she added a number of physiological details, which, in her opinion, should have given the story credibility.
Alla apparently went a little overboard with the physiological details, because after listening to her story to the end, Sergei got up and left the house...

He wandered the night streets for a long time, unconscious from pain and despair. Then for some reason he wandered into the station and, peering into the wasted faces of cheap prostitutes, tortured himself, trying to imagine how exactly his Alla satisfied the base desires of the bandits.
Late at night, when sleep and fatigue took their toll, he returned home, rationally deciding that this apartment belonged to him, as well as to his wife. And her vile behavior does not yet give the right to drive him out into the street like a dog.
Hearing the key turn in the door lock, Alla smiled. A woman's intuition told her that, despite her husband's impetuous reaction, the decision she made was the only correct one. Turning on her side, she, for the first time in recent days, fell into a healthy, serene sleep.

In two days of completely ignoring his wife, Sergei exhausted all his emotional resources and, devastated, decided to have a serious conversation with Alla, with the goal of finally clarifying all relations.
Alla sat in front of him, humbly lowering her eyes and folding her hands on her tightly knit knees. Her soul was filled with a joyful premonition of reconciliation.
- Alla, you and I need to talk seriously.
She nodded slightly.
“Alla...” Sergei began. - Of course, you did a terrible thing. But, nevertheless, I respect you for finding the strength to tell me the whole truth, no matter how ugly it may be.
Allochka shifted a little in her chair, as if agreeing with the proposed assessment of the situation.
“The most important thing,” Sergei continued, “is that you didn’t hide anything from me.” And therefore, no matter what, I hope we will be able to maintain our mutual trust.
To cope with his excitement, Sergei took a short break. Alla was still silent.
“Alla...” Sergei continued. – It seems to me that I could forgive you, if, of course, you promise me that this will never, ... never happen again.
- Never ever! – Allochka resolutely promised and, jumping up from the chair, hugged her husband tightly, pressing her body, yearning for male affection, to him.

For twenty-five thousand dollars, Alla and Sergei made a very decent European-quality renovation in their apartment. The remaining money was enough for them to purchase an inexpensive foreign car, as well as many unnecessary, but tempting things that, in fact, decorate our unsightly gray reality.
Their family life gradually returned to normal. As before, they raise children and meet with friends. However, now, when Sergei, looking meaningfully at his wife, says: “But Allochka and I are hiding absolutely nothing from each other,” she silently lowers her eyes and thinks about something of her own, feminine.

Would you like a bitter truth or a sweet lie?..

This choice is one of the most important in Life. Because all other [your] decisions depend on it.

[So] Which do you prefer:

• Knowledge that reflects the real state of affairs, which can upset, hurt, and anger you.
• Information that distorts reality, but calms, relaxes and gives hope.

There are thousands of providers around us of both. There are no more pleasant lies than unpleasant truths. But it is in much greater demand, because... desirable, cheaper and “better digestible”. It brings quick [temporary] relief, but is harmful in the long term. Just like fast food, it is tasty, instantly satisfies hunger, but in the future it will lead to obesity and other sad consequences.

There is a big difference between what a person wants and what he needs. Tasty medicine is not always healthy [and vice versa].

Those who choose reassuring lies can hardly be blamed for anything. They are guided by immediate gain and seek their happiness in ignorance. They don’t want to know anything [primarily about themselves]. Even falling into despair from what is happening, out of habit they look for a [new] good fairy tale in order to believe in it and lose themselves in it [for another 15 seconds]. And then again and again. They sincerely hate anyone who makes them doubt this fairy tale and consider it their enemy.

A person is more likely to believe not in what seems to be true, but in what he wants to believe. This is a habitual, automatic behavior that can only be changed in one way - by increasing awareness. “Sobering up” may be uncomfortable, but it is necessary.

The truth is [sometimes] difficult. No one ever wants to admit what they don’t want to admit. That is why there is little demand for it, because feelings are always stronger than thoughts. By our [animal] nature, we tend to choose what is pleasant rather than what is useful. Don't believe me? Remember how many times you put off “until tomorrow” a trip to the dentist, the last cigarette, or... whatever.

You can and should fight this tendency in yourself. Because only by recognizing something in yourself that you don’t like can you get rid of it.

To correctly create a route to point “B”, you need to honestly mark point “A”. By denying your reality, it is impossible to change it.

Or do you think differently?

p|s I am not a “positive psychologist” and I convey to everyone who decides to contact me what is important to [him]. I never voice only what a person wants to hear. This occupation is difficult and not always rewarding, but honest and effective, it saves years of Life. If you want “strokes” and unfounded assurances of your “holiness” - do not contact me. Out loud presenting what [the client] wants as reality is not my specialty, this is the business of fortune tellers and the like.

p|p|s

From early childhood, a person is taught to tell the truth. Don't lie - this is one of the rules of morality. But a person does not always like the truth, and in certain cases it can lead to tragedy and become life-threatening.

So what is better: the bitter truth or the sweet lie?

It is very difficult to answer this question unambiguously. Of course, the answer suggests itself that the truth is better, whatever it may be. The ability to speak the truth, not to lie, not to change one’s moral principles - this is characteristic only of a strong person, morally pure. After all, not everyone likes the truth. Especially if a person’s opinion goes against generally accepted views and foundations.

History knows how many examples when people sacrificed their lives, but did not betray their views. It is worth remembering the famous D. Bruno, who died at the stake for claiming that the earth was round, who dared to express a theory that ran counter to the canons of the church. From time immemorial, people have gone to the chopping block for their ideas, for the truth.

And yet a person must tell the truth. Living according to conscience is difficult, but also easy at the same time. There is no need to dodge, invent something that doesn’t exist, or adapt to the opinion of your interlocutor. A truthful person lives with a clear conscience and does not fall into the web of his own lies. It is truthful people who move history, they are the initiators of the greatest deeds, they are the color of any country, any people. It is no coincidence that truthfulness, as psychologists say, is one of the first places among the positive qualities that people highlight.

But what about lies?

After all, she is so sweet, pleasant, soothing. It may seem strange, but lies also have a right to exist in our world. It is simply necessary for people who are weak, selfish, and unsure of themselves. They live in an illusory world of deception.

Yes, the epiphany will be terrible, the truth will still come out, it is invincible, but for now, such people think, let everything remain the same. It’s so nice when a person is praised, admired, admired. Sometimes these people don’t even understand where the line is between truth and lies. This is a real human problem. It’s good if there is someone nearby who will open his eyes and show the truth, no matter how difficult they may be. And let this happen as soon as possible.

However, lying is sometimes simply necessary for a person. How to say that he is hopelessly ill, that he only has a little time left to live? It is common for a person to believe that he will still live; sometimes this faith does real miracles - it actually prolongs a person’s life. And this may be a few, but still days, months, and sometimes years, when a person lives next to loved ones, people who love him.

The choice between truth and lies is made by each person himself. This choice ultimately reveals what it is.

It is better to know the bitter truth than to believe a sweet lie.

Hermann Hesse

2 years ago

Knowing the truth, even if it hurts, is better than living a lie. D. McGuire "The Legend of an Angel. Providence."

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The only thing I would like to ask is that you don't play with my feelings.

Hermann Hesse

The more we are able to love and give of ourselves to others, the more meaning we have in our lives. © Hermann Hesse

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It is better to know nothing than to know much by half... Friedrich Nietzsche

If you want to know the truth, no one will tell it to you! They will only tell you their version. If you want to know the truth, you will have to find it yourself.

Julian Assange

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Hermann Hesse

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Omar Khayyam

To live your life wisely, you need to know a lot,
Remember two important rules to get started:
You'd rather starve than eat anything
And it’s better to be alone than with just anyone.

Omar Khayyam

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To live your life wisely, you need to know a lot,
Remember two important rules to get started:
You'd rather starve than eat anything
And it’s better to be alone than with just anyone.

Omar Khayyam

To live your life wisely, you need to know a lot,
Remember two important rules to get started:
You'd rather starve than eat anything
And it’s better to be alone than with just anyone.