There would be no happiness... It turned out to be not so easy to do. If only because, as the Air Fleet Bulletin wrote even in 1920, “to demand from a pilot that he himself throw himself out of the plane means going against his psychology. It is necessary that the already opened parachute

Formula of happiness

We only dreamed of peace. I really didn’t expect that this bunch of hysterical women would unsettle me so much. On the one hand, studying at the Faculty of Mechanics and Mathematics, where there were as many girls as boys, easily illustrated the fact that a woman may not be dumber (at least)

Galoshes of happiness. A type of rubber fairy shoe, worn in wet weather over boots or felt boots. When worn, they fulfill any of your wishes. The fairy tales do not bring anything good to the owners, so they have no practical significance. CONTRAINDICATION: Not

Eating right: what to eat, when to eat, how to eat. Ten basic principles of nutrition. How to count calories. Food pyramid. Vitamins and microelements. Which drinks to drink and which ones not to drink. All diets are postponed. Proper diet. Ten principles

Chapter 9 And again into battle! We only dream of peace (About some nuances of working in the studio) I hope that you have already succeeded in your vocal skills? Oh, yes! You have excellent sound production, correct, stable and good “support”, that is, breathing, you have several

It’s so tempting to find at least something as a substitute for happiness! We are constantly engaged in searches of this kind:

The habit has been given to us from above -

She is a substitute for happiness.

Evgeny Onegin exclaims passionately:

I thought: freedom and peace

Substitute for happiness. My God!

How wrong I was, how I was punished...

There is no replacement. Happiness is irreplaceable.

However, later Pushkin again reflects on the same thing: “There is no happiness in the world, but there is peace and will.” The word "replacement" has disappeared; there is no replacement, but there is no happiness either.

One way or another, the idea of ​​a happy life is somewhere near the words “peace and freedom”, “freedom and peace”. Peace is a peaceful, undisturbed life; will - freedom, independence, independence, life according to conscience. Peace and will - love and conscience.

It is remarkable that the language contains exactly the same image of happiness as Pushkin’s, and, moreover, an artistic one.

We say: cloudless happiness. Nothing threatens, nothing worries. Peace, tranquility - not a cloud in the sky.

We say: serene happiness. Nothing confuses the soul, a clear conscience, no internal strife, no rebellion.

Peace around a person, peace in a person’s soul... Cloudlessness and serenity. Let me remind you that it is not the author of the book who thinks so, it is you who say so, the reader, we all think so, it is enshrined in the language, there is nothing to argue about. And in Blok’s famous line “We only dream of peace,” we still dream of peace, and not something else. Whether we like it or not, whether it coincides with the accepted opinion or not, the general idea of ​​happiness is peace around a person and peace in a person’s soul, which is possible only where there is justice.

What we first of all must give to our children - peacefulness and honesty - will form the basis of their happiness for the rest of their lives.

Brief happiness is like oblivion, but you cannot spend your life in oblivion. The world is anxious and restless - how to insure yourself against worries and anxieties, “against evil worries and sluggish laziness”?

And another question: cloudlessness and serenity are necessary conditions for happiness, but, as we have seen, not happiness itself. What is it? Where?

Here are Pushkin's lines in more complete form:

Stranger to everyone, not bound by anything,

I thought: freedom and peace

Substitute for happiness. My God!

How wrong I was, how I was punished...

Obviously, happiness is something opposite to what Onegin thought, making a mistake. Happiness is among people. In a loved one. There is no other, it is not found in other places. “Stranger to everyone, not bound by anything” cannot be happy. But there is only one way to live among people without fear, without rebellion in the soul, it is spoken about in “Boris Godunov”:

Oh! I feel: nothing can

Among worldly sorrows to calm:

Nothing, nothing... only conscience.

Living according to conscience is getting closer to the truth, and the truth has the ability to excite, elevate, and bring happiness. Think of any time you were confronted with a sharp, open truth. Truth is a happiness-creating element; everything that contains truth is close to happiness. After all, love brings us happiness only when it is completely sincere. The slightest doubt and we feel more unhappy than happy.

Happiness is a feeling of the highest, a feeling of the limit of the possible, overflowing, but truth also has the same property. We say: genuine joy, genuine happiness, genuine truth. Deception torments us, someone else's or our own; the truth gives peace to the soul, serenity.

When a person does everything possible for the truth, that is, fulfills his duty to it, he feels happy. A person’s duty is not to simply fulfill what is due, but to exert all one’s strength for what is due; It is a person's duty to give his best. That is why nature rewards us with happiness for fulfilling our duty - it rewards us for diligence, for not sparing ourselves, for acting to the limit of the possible. The crappyest person will experience happiness when he does his best at work. Depending on how we gave our best, how we fulfilled our duty, we experience satisfaction, pleasure or happiness.

Happiness at the crossroads of aspirations and fate; but where is this point if we talk about a whole life? Where truth and duty meet.

At the limit of one’s capabilities (honestly), at the limits of truth (honesty), the happiness of a whole life is carved out. And there is no other:

...not in the world

Lasting bliss: neither noble family,

Neither beauty, nor strength, nor wealth,

Nothing can escape disaster.

When a person fulfills his duty to the truth, he feels free, he is not afraid of anything. In an alarming and rebellious world, he is still, one might say, at peace - just as two supersonic aircraft flying in the same direction are calm relative to each other. He follows the old motto of honest people: “Do what you must, and let what be done.” Don't expect reward, get ready for punishment, but do what you have to do. Don't cheat with life! And in the language there is: “I am happy that I fulfilled my duty.” Fulfilling a duty always brings satisfaction to a person, and fulfilling a high, difficult duty brings happiness.

Happiness is strong only on the basis of duty and truth. This has long been known; Dostoevsky wrote in his notebook that where there is no consciousness of truth and duty, there is no idea of ​​happiness.

So unexpectedly these words are combined: duty, truth, happiness. A harsh turn of events! We are used to imagining happiness as unexpected joy, in the form of a boy jumping at the door: “Mom has come!” But only on the truth of feelings and the consciousness of duty to each other does family happiness rest, happiness in creativity depends on truth, happiness in work depends on truth and effort. There is no happiness in fulfilling one's duty to untruth, there is no happiness in the consciousness of truth, but without fulfilling one's duty to it. Fulfilling one's duty to the truth of life is the meaning of life. For this we are called to life:

You understand the goal of life: a happy person,

You live for life.

Man is for man, life is for life. Ultimately, it all comes down to finding your purpose in life and serving it honestly by doing your duty.

A young teacher told me:

I am a happy person: I do my job.

Almost all problems are removed for a person who has found his life's work - his own business.

To our misfortune, duty and truth, like conscience and love of peace, can diverge. Then a person does not feel like the owner of his business: either it is empty, unnecessary, or is not done in the best way. When there is licentiousness, confusion, and deception all around, there is no truth in the matter. A person cannot be happy.

Do what you must, and let what be be.

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Lonely cloud... + Lonely lake... + Lonely planet... = WORLD. What is this?

During my childhood, tattoos were done by people, usually with a prison past (or present). As Vladimir Vysotsky sang: “And on the left chest is Stalin’s profile, and on the right is Marinka’s full face.” A precisely captured image. Romance.
And also the rays of the rising sun above the horizon line, and below the horizon line the inscription “Siberia” - this is on the wrist - the growth of Russia with Siberia, visible by the authors (according to Lomonosov). A symbol that was fixed in the minds of people after the development of the harsh region by the tsarist penal servitude and, as a continuation, by the proletarian one.
I also remember seeing more than once the profound thought “there is no happiness in life.” I don’t remember which parts of the body had this engraving on it, but it excited the children’s imagination.

The craze among modern youth for tattoos most likely has the same roots as in the prison subculture. When a person is in an environment with limited opportunities, his soul literally strives to emphasize his individuality.
It would seem that today the process should go in a different direction. With the advent of the Internet, unprecedented means of communication and all kinds of gadgets, there are no longer any barriers to spiritual liberation from established conventions.
In fact, it turns out there is. All these piercings, tattoos, mohawks, short sleeves and jacket hems, tapered trousers, short socks paint the image of a “shot” insecure teenager, whose shocking behavior is caused, as in prison, by a craving for freedom.
The man became a slave to the information that bombarded him from all sides. And the “tattoo” is a symbol of the spiritual freedom of this slave.

The freedom that people have dreamed of since time immemorial turns out to be a ghost. As soon as a person is freed from one shackle, he immediately falls into another. At least in a social, at least in an everyday sense.

In adolescence, the child begins to be burdened by dependence on his parents, but having received the “freedom” of adult life, he begins to feel longing for his parents’ nest. Having tied the knot(!) of marriage, he experiences the same longing for his bachelor life. Finally, freed from the shackles, having received a divorce, he marries again, and sometimes more than one, in order to bear the difficult burden of family life, in which one’s own freedom is far from being in the first place. These dependencies, associated with the instinct of procreation, are natural, so people are accustomed to them.
But information dependence today turns a person into the slave he was many centuries ago as a physiological being.
This result of the information revolution is not at all exaggerated.
What does this slavery consist of?
The fact is that it is not the person who uses the information, but the information that uses the person.

It goes without saying that since ancient times, “by squeezing the slave out of himself drop by drop,” man has achieved results in his quest on the path to “freedom, equality and fraternity.” The method I used was simple – creativity. Having achieved enormous success in this field, he, as they say, “opened Pandora’s box” - an inexhaustible flow of information. Let us remember that according to the Christian mythology of the biblical legend, a person is forbidden to pick fruits from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil - this was the original sin. People receive all misfortunes, disasters and trials for their curiosity.
From a scientific point of view, the information that has befallen humanity leads to a colossal increase in entropy, in other words, to disorder, which, reaching its maximum value, can lead to the death of the system.
No matter how you play solitaire, you will get the same result: a person has become a slave to information. There is nothing surprising in this slavery - development proceeds in a spiral (let's hope - not in a circle).

The simplest example. A “free” person, in quotes, has a cell phone. Thanks to this achievement of civilization, information benefits a person even in the toilet. And if a person does not respond to signals from this information for a couple of days, it will be a disaster for his immediate circle.
A larger example of our slavery. Elections to power without choice.
Under socialism, the “elected government” appointed itself by putting on the ballot a single candidate who personified the “unity of the party and the people.” Now, with a multi-party system and equal opportunities to express one’s will by voting for worthy people, the same picture is observed: elections without choice. Because with a voter turnout of 30-40% and successful election technologies, people who do not at all represent the silent majority get into power. This is another confirmation of the thesis: information, making people hostages of the system, determines their vital priorities contrary to their wishes.

Every social revolution presupposes military action. And the information revolution is no exception.
Information wars are waged not only against external enemies, to whom the hypocritical diplomatic label of “our partners” is attached, but also with “partners” along class lines.
Tired of, but not losing its relevance, the anachronism “struggle between labor and capital” has been replaced by a modern slogan – “social partnership”.
A new twist on traditional fooling works great.
Some “partners” count money from paycheck to paycheck, others openly boast of their luxury, not knowing the limits of hoarding. Let us note that both of them do not experience any particular happiness from this.
Here we come to the problem of the ever-eluding happiness.
Maybe we can go from the opposite direction, to understand what is the root of a person’s misfortunes?
It turns out that if today a person is in information slavery, then happy people need to be looked for among those who are free from it.
Yes, it seems so. That's the whole mystery of such unattainable happiness.

But what did our great poet Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin want to convey to his descendants with his phrase, given as the title of the article and taken out of the context of his poem?

“...but there is peace and will...” Is “peace and freedom” really a substitute for happiness?

“Heavy shackles will fall, prisons will collapse - and freedom will greet you joyfully at the entrance.” Today, these “shackles” can be considered information that we cannot organize.
And Pushkin always considered “will” and “freedom” of the spirit as the main attribute of happiness:

“...Wondering at the divine beauty of nature,
And before the creations of art and inspiration
Trembling joyfully in the raptures of tenderness.
What happiness! that's right..."

At the same time, Alexander Sergeevich notes the subjectivity of the perception of happiness. For example, when assessing the Larins’ family life:

“The habit was given to us from above. She is a substitute for happiness.”

But the words of Onegin, rejected by Tatyana, lead to the idea that there is no alternative to family happiness:

“...Stranger to everyone, not bound by anything,
I thought: freedom and peace
Substitute for happiness. My God!
How wrong I was, how I was punished.”

However, much later, three years before his death, Alexander Sergeevich is still inclined to assert (we repeat):

“...There is no happiness in the world, but there is peace and will.
I have long dreamed of an enviable share -
Long ago, a tired slave, I planned to escape
To the distant monastery of labors and pure bliss.”

These words may indicate man’s constant desire to understand the God who controls us—information.
They leave us with hope that man is the architect of his own happiness. And it needs to be forged from the information chaos created by society.

Here are the thoughts of the artist and writer Yuri Tsyganov, registered on Prose.ru as “Garry Tsyganov”:

“The Artist’s eye is round, like a ball, spinning like a planet in vast space, and information comes to it from all sides via invisible wires. He accepts it and digests it. But everything is not enough for him. Can't get enough. And when there is too much of it, the Artist gets sick because he is unable to contain everything. And information keeps coming and coming. And then he looks for a secluded place, locks himself with bolts and shades his eyes. But information finds him everywhere, because there are no barriers to the otherworldly. It accumulates in it, thickens, infuses, the energy of unclaimed forces ferments. And finally, sound bursts out of that abundance. It is poignant and primal. And the Artist doesn’t know what to do with it, where to put it. He doesn't know how to handle it. He wants to run from it, hide, but there is nowhere... because that sound is from him, and the instrument is himself. And then there is always a feat. Or tragedy. There is no third".

“It’s time, my friend, it’s time” Alexander Pushkin

It's time, my friend, it's time! asks for peace of heart -
Days fly by, and every hour carries away
A piece of existence, and you and I together
We assume to live, and lo and behold, we will die.
There is no happiness in the world, but there is peace and will.
I have long dreamed of an enviable share -
Long ago, a tired slave, I planned to escape
To a distant monastery of labors and pure bliss.

Analysis of Pushkin’s poem “It’s time, my friend, it’s time”

There is a legend that Alexander Pushkin knew in advance about his death in a duel. A gypsy woman predicted such a death for him and even predicted that the poet’s killer would be a fair-haired young man. Pushkin himself believed and did not believe in this prediction at the same time. Let's start with the fact that the poet was never an avid duelist and preferred to respond to insults not with a bullet, but with a caustic epigram. However, the poet did not imagine that in the fatal duel of 1837 he would defend the honor of his wife, which he had no right to sacrifice. However, all this will happen a little later, and in 1834 the poet creates the poem “It’s time, my friend, it’s time,” the obvious meaning of which becomes clear only after the fatal death of the author of these lines.

The poem consists of two quatrains, which, at first glance, completely contradict each other in meaning. Addressing himself, Pushkin seems to be saying in the first of them that his days are numbered. “The heart asks for peace,” the poet notes, listening to his inner feelings. But at the same time, we are not talking about banal rest and attempts to get rid of everyday bustle, because the poet feels that “every hour takes away a piece of existence.”

The poet is still full of strength and does not want to think about death. However, the gypsy woman’s prediction can’t get out of his head, so he philosophically notes that we “suppose to live, and lo and behold, we’ll already die.” However, sweat perceives the transition to another world not as a tragedy, but as a long-awaited liberation from earthly obligations. And this is exactly what Pushkin talks about in the second quatrain, trying to convey to the reader the simple idea that “there is no happiness in the world.” Of course, the poet is somewhat disingenuous, because he sincerely loves life in all its manifestations. However, he is tired of constant humiliation and the need to solve everyday problems, so he admits: “For a long time, a tired slave, I planned to escape.” The poet dreams of retiring to a “distant abode of labor and pure bliss,” which can be regarded as an attempt to leave the service and move to Mikhailovskoye. However, the final line of this poem has a deeper meaning: Pushkin really foresees his own death, but perceives it as a gift from heaven. This guess is also confirmed by the memoirs of the poet’s contemporaries, who were eyewitnesses of the cruel humiliation of Pushkin, who in 1834 received the title of chamber cadet, awarded to 17-year-old boys. The poet was ready to literally die of shame and believed that this was the best way out of the current situation.