As Sherlock Holmes said, by a drop of water a person who thinks and thinks logically can draw conclusions about the existence of the Black Sea or Niagara Falls, even if he has never seen either one or the other in his life. It's about that any action has results in the future, if there is a cause, then there is a consequence.

This is the meaning of the proverb "the forest is cut - the chips fly." True, its meaning shows that the consequence is not always positive.

What do flying chips mean?

Imagine that there is a felling of the forest. Trees fall one after another, and in the process dust rises, chips of damaged wood fly in all directions. It’s good if they don’t hurt anyone, but such a chip can hurt and blind. When they say "the forest is cut - the chips fly", the meaning is as follows: in order to achieve a good and desired result, you may have to suffer a little damage from the chips. But it is not comparable to a more global and colossal goal - the resulting wood. In the Ukrainian language there is a proverb similar in meaning. She sounds in the following way: "where there is boroshno - there it is powdery", which can be translated as "where there is flour - it is always dusty there."

Another meaning of this proverb, more economic, is that flying chips are a small but mandatory production cost.

There would be no happiness, but misfortune helped

The meaning of the proverbs "they cut the forest - the chips fly" and "there would be no happiness, but misfortune helped" is opposite in meaning, although they are often confused. So, in the first case, it means that on the way to achieving a good, and most importantly, the desired result, you may have to endure negative consequences. In the second case, it means that sometimes a trouble that has come can lead to good, unpredictable and unexpected consequences. Sometimes people get confused about the meaning of these two sayings and misuse them.

Another meaning of the proverb "the forest is cut - the chips fly"

There is an interesting suggestion that this proverb refers to larger concepts, such as entire nations. How to understand "the forest is cut - the chips fly" in this case? Thus, a forest can be associated with a people or a nation in the process of change (cutting down the forest). Sometimes these changes are quite positive and bring something good, but any changes will cause innocent victims. In this case, chips are understood as human broken destinies.

Synonymous saying about causality

The meaning of the proverbs "the forest is cut - the chips fly" and "without breaking the eggs, do not fry the eggs" is close in meaning. In both cases, it is understood that on the way to a great and good goal one cannot do without concessions and possible inconveniences. But if in a conversation about logging wood chips are an optional and not very significant factor, then in the case of scrambled eggs, it means that one cannot do without sacrifices for the good (broken eggs).

Many mistakenly consider the meaning of the proverbs "they cut the forest - the chips fly" and "the farther into the forest - the more firewood" the same, because in the first and second cases we are talking about the forest and trees. But it is not so. The second saying implies that any business in the process of execution can bring more and more surprises, and the further you go, the more trouble you may encounter.

Summarizing

The Russian language is rich not only in words, but also in phraseological units, popular expressions, sayings and proverbs. Using them, you saturate your speech, make it even more colorful and rich, and also show your intellectual level with dignity. At the same time, it is important to use the right phrases to the place, otherwise you will goof off, instead of flashing your mind. Now, knowing the correct meaning of the proverbs "they cut the forest - the chips fly", "without breaking the eggs, do not fry the scrambled eggs", "the farther into the forest - the more firewood", you can use them to the point.

The figurative meaning of the proverb further into the forest - more firewood

Andrey Martin

The figurative meaning is not connected with the FOREST ... You can bring a synonymous chain FOREST - DEBRI - PROBLEMS (TASKS). FIREWOOD - SOLUTION OF THE PROBLEM That is, the meaning becomes this: the more you solve problems, study any issue, the more new problems appear, tasks that require new solutions ... I like Murphy's Law on this topic "Solving one task (problem) entails the emergence of many other unsolved tasks (problems)"... I am a programmer, so this law or saying can be applied to me approximately in the meaning of "Identification of one error in program entails an increase in the number of undetected errors :-)" this saying can be applied everywhere

What does it mean, the further into the forest, the more firewood?)))

Landscape

The further you get into problems, the bigger and bigger they become.
the further you delve into the situation, the more unexpected moments arise. I reason on the basis of the fact that there is an expression "to break firewood", which is probably older than this saying.

Sergey kropachev

and what is the saying, when you enter the forest, it is not difficult to go, but the farther, the more difficult, thickets. but in life, you stir up some business, at first it seems to be nothing, and then it turns out that there are a lot of problems, the further, the more.

Natalia Kondratskaya

Approximately the same as "not knowing the ford - do not get into the water" or "the less you know - you sleep better and live longer" undertook to help someone and failed, but harmed).

Where does the proverb come from - the farther into the forest the more firewood?

⊰ ðеȴmƴ ⊱

The further into the forest, the more firewood.
THAN (WHAT) FURTHER IN THE LES, THE (THAT) MORE. The more you go into any affairs, delve into problems, the more surprises or difficulties arise that are not easy to overcome. The proverb is actually Russian, recorded from the 17th-18th centuries. : Farther into the forest, more firewood; The further into the forest, the more firewood. In the Polish language, apparently, Russianism: Im dale / wlas, tym wiecejdrzew. ffl My wife is in hysterics. The daughter declares that she is unable to live with such exuberant parents and dresses to leave home. The further into the forest, the more firewood. It ends with the fact that the important guest finds the doctor on the stage applying lead lotions to the head of her husband. (A. Chekhov. Vaudeville). Will there be an end, will the time come when with a light heart you can say to yourself * everything you wanted done, achieved what you wanted? Hardly. The further into the forest, the more firewood. (V. Tendryakov. Behind the running day). * The apotheosis of this "process" was the exit from the general Union of Writers of the Bondarev SP RSFSR; then followed the convocation of an extraordinary congress of the same Bondarev wing of the SP RSFSR. Opponents of their own, their meetings and plenums of Vl. Gusev dubbed it "Parade of informers". Ie-zh! Raise your shoulder - swing your arm ... Further into the forest - more firewood: the Bondarev secretariat is resolutely closing the Union of Writers of the USSR, since it "ceased to exist",. Simple and clear. (B. Mozhaev. Passion-face. Literary newspaper. 25.09.91). After this [accrual], the salary goes from the region to your hometown. The further into the forest, the slower the money "sneaks". (Arguments and facts, No. 45. 1996). Wed : Further into the sea - more grief; Further into the dispute - more words.

How to write a fairy tale according to the proverb "The farther into the forest, the more firewood"?

How to write a fairy tale according to the proverb "The farther into the forest, the more firewood" for grade 2?

Galina vasilna

A woman and her two sons lived in the same village. The children were not big, but at home they could already help. One day, my mother left for work, and before leaving she asked her sons to go into the forest, bring brushwood:

My dear sons, do not go far into the forest, do not take too much brushwood. So that you yourself are not very tired and do not tear your hands.

Mom left, and the sons dressed warmer, took a sled, a rope and went to the forest. They came from the edge, looked around, it seemed to them that there was not enough brushwood here. We went further into the forest. It is true, the further they went into the forest, the more firewood they found. It can be seen from the edge of the others cut down, but not everyone went into the thicket. The guys chopped firewood, tied to the sled. We tried, I wanted to please my mother and prepare more brushwood. Only when we set off on the return journey, the heavily loaded sledges either fall into the snow, or cling to the bushes, or fall on their side.

It’s hard to drag, the guys are tired, and it’s still very far from home. After all, they went into the forest light, and back with loaded sleds.

The guys see that it is already evening, but they can’t get out of the forest in any way. Then they removed half of the firewood from the sled, tied it up again and hurried home. They walk along the road and think: but my mother said not to go far. After all, even along the edge of the forest it was possible to collect the firewood that fit on their sled. You don't always have to go far for what you can't carry.

In the RFii invented by them, they are known. It's not hidden.

It would seem that a huge thought process is not required to understand the elementary, namely that all controls in RFii are copied from the world " from there", with its voiced principles" from there"transferred" here"and what's under power" bourgeoisie"(quotation marks because calling a Russian IP a bourgeois is a compliment to the most hardened speculator) not someone will come to power, but precisely the same bourgeois. Slogans here and chatter are not essential. Hence the conclusion that was voiced - power is a matter of property, which no one has ever decided in elections, and will not decide ... Understanding (and you have probably already seen that today understanding is in no way connected with further activities based on this understanding) these " little things"already, it would seem, they are forced to see that all these pre-election smears of the party in power, pah ... and pah again. But no ... and this is not enough. And that's not all .... Even your own vision, and your life experience is in no way connected with the choice of the power that shows you what Russia is. Don't believe your eyes? Turn on any channel and you will see Russia through the eyes of the media and any other " analytics"who gained access to the brains of the nation. And? What kind of Russia are they showing you from morning to morning?

But...remember Khrushchev? His story is bypassed, but in vain. I will not be here about his economic mistakes and mistakes, but about the future from the very bell tower when I broadcast from it " great reformer"Nikita Sergeevich, under the slogans Down with Stalin. Everything would be fine, but Stalin was communism. There is no Stalin, there is no communism. Yes, then to the term" Marxism"term added" Leninism", and it was natural, because Lenin developed this theory and won. Not someone, but Lenin won. I described the theory of that victory, here I will say something else.

The CPSU killed Stalin and destroyed the communist theory in the world. It's not about lies, which became the basis for "exposing the cult," but about the fact that by exposing a certain cult, sabotage was carried out in relation to the teaching itself. Ideological collapse is the result of Khrushchev. But... it happened. What's next? Here, let's think.

I got distracted. Khrushchev chose. I chose the dumbest way out that I could think of. He did not get away from his crime at the congress, relying on the same Marxism and Leninism ... (And this could be done), but stupidly announced that from now on, there will be no dictatorship of the proletariat, because it has exhausted itself. Well, society ... and it will go to communism by 1980. Of course, neither what communism is, nor what will happen after 1980 (we will just live there), no one was going to explain. And it went...

Let's go. The ideologists of Marxism, who were so smart then, suddenly realized that it turns out that it is possible to receive social benefits without any special mental effort, hiding behind a fig leaf of doctrine. I give lectures to the directors of state farms and chairmen of collective farms, and then, rubbing my hands and being considered a smart girl, I get those very benefits. And these benefits become the hallmark of me as a person, all the more Khrushchev allowed the party to manage everything. Stalin then with Beria for what to " pillory"They printed stories? Precisely because they dared to push the party into secondary roles. Hence the strengthening of those authorities in the USSR that were party ones. Well, who did they bring up, you can see in full today on the same TV or in our Duma. ALL THEY ARE CHILDREN OF THE PARTY IN THE USSR!

Before us is a trend, as they say. Not from the simple to the complex, but from the complex to the simplest. Here time played a role, because it tends to flow quickly. Yesterday there was still school, and today it's already 50... and when to live? The kids and relatives of the smart ones realized this. Do rockets fly? Well, to hell with them, but Marxism feeds us well. This theory and let it be the theory that they also hated. The question is, why? The feeder. But because there is something that is a larger feeder in terms of scale, and since the USSR will not create a video tape recorder and a film 18+ (what the hell is it? A cinema with a penny ticket is a culture of hoo what a height. leaving behind a leftover vomit), then you will have to feed this way and that, where possible. Pass" there"And stupidity will serve. And?

And it began. Marxism is bad, because in the West even the unemployed lives in a car...because I want five types of sausage, I eat one of the meat. I don't want it and that's it. To me, as a person, give me some views of kefir. Who will release it? And this is a different matter, whoever needs it and let it release ... Ie. noticed? Do you notice anything? THIS WAS SPOKEN AND WRITTEN BY THE ELITE OF THE COUNTRY! It was she who, canceling the article on parasitism in the USSR, said that a parasite could live hoo, and this is not his personal dignity, but the state as a whole, because from now on, the one who is a sucker works, and the one who eats the sucker the state needs, and the level of its milking will be appreciated by the West and accepted. But what are we?

Any system has a hierarchy. The hierarchy of society (where the system of growing up with punishment as an educational part of the formation of a person is an integral part) is the salvation of mankind and the factor of survival, like a taboo in culture, is a factor in the salvation of the morality of mankind. The elite of society is always smarter than the citizens. In the end, what does Putinism present to us smart today? And here is a dead end! Not just a dead end, from where there is one way out - or to pave a new road or back up - DUMP!

The impasse is not that there is no clear answer where Russia is going. Not that there is no person at all in all these economic doctrines (where everything is put in the first place ... absolutely everything, and not a person. " Economic feasibility" "Market relations"and other nonsense), and not even that in Russia the ideology of the bourgeois class is completely absent (hence the frank nonsense that is carried to the masses" connoisseurs"liberalism"), but in the fact that a simple layman from the electorate is ideologically smarter than a representative of power. Hence the lack of dialogue.

Think over what the government can say when it starts to broadcast, through its own tools of the information dictatorship, each of you. Your simplest argument that you present will confuse her, and she, developing an instinct for protection in the form of generally accepted answers that have not changed for decades, will be to you " sculpt humpback"... A vivid example is the president's answers to questions. What do you think, are all fools in our country? No, of course, and nevertheless, not a single one got up and asked, they say, Vladimir Vladimirovich, instead of repeating a bunch of nonsense every time, would they take it and answer who in our country is responsible for issuing money? Is there something behind our money? Well, for example, such a trifle as my work and the result of my work ... I won’t talk about the gold and other content of the currency .. that we do not have such people who understand all these mechanisms? Someone would take it and ask, they say, Vladimir Vladimirovich, I sat on the net at my leisure and studied the biography of your personal environment .... sorry, you are going to raise it with him Russia from its knees? Why are you holding us for idiots?

So, no ideology, no elite, whose elitism is in that very chair in full view of the cameras on those very forums. Are you sitting there? So the elite! If you're not there, then you suck. That's the whole selection criterion. And this is fear! The layman cannot be smarter than the authorities. He is afraid to be smarter than the authorities. To be smarter than the authorities means to become a Bolshevik winner, because why do you need a mind? For yourself personally? Then congratulations, you lived your life in vain, my friend. How many times have I heard amazing dialogues, they say, we cannot know everything, and therefore, we must choose Putin, because he sees and accepts, understanding the hidden processes. I always reply to this that, while agreeing with this rubbish, I cannot understand why these same theses do not work when he / they evaluate democracy and the electoral system? What kind of metamorphosis is this?

The choice of power depends on you! Not only do you choose it without knowledge, but you DO NOT NEED the most mediocre knowledge in this system!

Gentlemen, as soon as you start thinking, Putinism does not disappear in a minute or a second. As soon as you start to grow wiser, Putinism not only has no future, it is both doomed and sentenced ... not by you, because you are an instrument-history, where you sit in the judge's chair.

A thin crescent of the moon shone faintly over the forest. Centuries-old trees, as if talking among themselves, softly rustled their leaves. Somewhere in the distance there was a mournful howl. And now, under the silver-black cover of the night...
Oops, sorry, that's not the story at all!..
And in our story, it was early evening in the yard, the glorious city of Tokyo was noisy, living its stormy life, and Detective L was searching Light Yagami's room.
Or rather, there was no need to search - the Notebook, which once again escaped from the hiding place, had fun with a porn magazine right on the table. L leaned over the table, stuffing into his mouth thumb and watching with great interest what is happening. The pages were intertwined and unweaved, compressed and rubbed against each other... And at times it even seemed that quiet moans were heard in the air, sounding somewhere on the verge of hearing...
When this paper disgrace was over, L tore the Notebook from the indignantly slammed cover of a porno magazine and began to look at it. I got acquainted with the rules, looked through the names written in the Notebook ... in a word, I found everything that confirmed the hypothesis: Light Yagami - Kira.
- So, you're still Kira, Light ... - sighing, the detective said in a low voice. - It's a pity. You are damn smart, you could achieve a lot ... But you chose this path in vain.
And the next second, dropping the Notebook back on the table, where she began the second, or maybe twenty-second round with a porn magazine, he dived behind the curtain, because footsteps and Light's voice were heard in the corridor:
"Ryuk, damn it, stop touching me!" Oh, Ryuk... Well, at least let's go into the room!
- Stop it? - unfamiliar voice. Yes, I haven't started yet. But I'll start right now! Don't forget to lock the door...
The door opened, then closed, the latch on the door turned... Light's footsteps and his uneven breathing, which soon turned into soft moans, were heard... Curiosity tormented the detective with terrible force. Who is Ryuk? Probably the god of death, who, according to the rules, should follow the owner of the Notebook... And what the hell are they doing there with Light?!
There was not a single hole in the thick curtain, much to Ryuzaki's deepest disappointment. In the end, he could not stand it and looked out from behind the curtain. The sight before his eyes made L's jaw drop, and his pants became perceptibly tight. Light, wearing only trousers and with his hands tied behind his back, writhed, moaning softly, in the arms of a tall black monster and the former, apparently, Ryuk. Ryuk's clawed hands slithered over the youth's body, leaving pink scratches on the soft skin here and there. And then the god of death squeezed Light's buttocks and lifted him off the floor, pressing hard into his groin, making it clear how much he wanted a guy. This made Light moan, muffled and low.
Not only are you Kira, but you are also a pervert! the detective couldn't resist.
-Op-pa! Yes, we have a guest! Ryuk was delighted, anticipating that now it will become even more fun.
He and Light simultaneously turned their heads towards the detective.
“L, what the hell…” Light started, but Ryuk cut him off.
"You'd think you're perfectly normal and your pants aren't bursting right now...!" he snorted to Ryuzaki. In short, do you want to join?
L froze for a moment, deciding whether to accept such an obscene offer, and the resulting pause was successfully filled by Light.
- Are you two going to fuck me? Rolling his eyes, he asked.
Such a prospect frightened Kira a little, but at the same time excited her.
-More like two! - Licking, answered L and threw off his oversized sweater, and then took up his pants.
While the detective was undressing, Ryuk managed to drag Light onto the bed and fumbled for a jar of lube in the nightstand. The jar opened with a light pop, and the next second, a naked Ryuzaki joined Light and Ryuk on the bed.
Light let out a strangled groan as four hands caressed him. Ryuk squeezed almost to the point of pain, sometimes scratching, and L was gentle, his palms fluttered over his body like warm moths. From this contrast of caresses, the head was spinning, and the member acquired a diamond hardness.
- How sensitive you are... Kirochka... – the detective whispered into Light's ear, and then gently licked his pinking ear. - A little more - and you will cum right in your pants, right? ..
-Fuck him! Ryuk grinned. “Cumming in your pants is bad form, do you hear, Light? - The God of Death winked at L and said: - I've got something in store ...
He dug into his pockets and pulled out a large black vibrator, a ball gag and an erection ring.
-Wow! Ryuzaki whistled. - I thought you would also get a whip ...
"Don't... If there is a desire to sadistic, I'll get by with claws..." Ryuk showed his impressive claws, and L nodded respectfully.
- Sadists! .. - Light exhaled. - Preoccupied maniacs... I'm afraid of you! Am I even alive after your entertainment?
- Shhh... don't be afraid... – L whispered affectionately into his ear. You will be alive and well. And you'll also enjoy...
-Yeah, he's afraid!.. - the God of Death snorted, pulling Light's pants along with his shorts. “Maybe you are afraid, but your penis is not the least bit. How worth it! - With these words, he put a ring on Light's penis. - All is ready! Ryuk slapped the guy on the butt. “Now you won’t come until we let you.”
Another portion of sweet caresses, from which Light writhed and moaned, and Ryuk reached for a jar of lube. The God of Death froze in thought, holding a jar in one hand, and scratching his head with the other hand. Usually Light lubricated himself, because, given by no means small size Ryuukov's love unit, it would be simply stupid to do without lubrication and preparation. But now Light's hands are tied. And Ryuk will definitely tear his ass with his claws ...
L, quickly realizing what the difficulty was, took away the lubricant from Ryuk, and his thin fingers slid along Light's ass, climbed into the hollow between the buttocks and found a neat hole.
Kira moaned sweetly, burying his forehead in the detective's shoulder as the detective stretched it with his deft fingers. And L gently licked and bit Light's ear. The detective always had a soft spot for those pretty pink ears...
But soon Ryuk got tired of waiting, he pushed Ryuzaki away, pulled his cock out of his pants, lubricated it and thrust it into Light - sharply, with one powerful push, as he always did, except for the first few times, when he was still cautious ... Light stifled sigh. Ryuzaki put his arm around his shoulders, whispering some gentle nonsense in his ear, and glared at Ryuk angrily. He snorted derisively, but decided that maybe it really should be a little more gentle with Light...
And then strong hand made Light lean forward. Ryuk, holding Light's thigh with one hand and his bound hands with the other, began to move in him, not too fast yet. Right in front of the face was a member of L, and the detective gently but persistently pressed Kira on the back of the head, showing what he wanted. An affectionate voice, a little hoarse with desire, sounded from above:
-Just don't open your teeth, okay?
And Light opened his mouth, letting the head in, licking and sucking, slowly swallowing his cock deeper... Hearing Ryuzaki groan in pleasure...
"They have me like a whore! .." - the only coherent thought that the mind clouded with passion could generate.
What was happening was humiliating for Light, but at the same time damn exciting. Two cocks burst into his writhing body, and he either moved back, trying to let Ryuk deeper into himself, then forward, swallowing the L member to the very foundation, and his mind had long since turned off. He probably would have finished by now, but the ring on the penis did not allow this, and the excitement was already becoming painful.
No one could say exactly how long it lasted - everyone lost the sense of time. With a muffled groan, he reached peak L, spilling into Light's mouth... Almost at the same time, Ryuk finished with him... Light, who was still in an excited and dissatisfied state due to the ring on his penis, let out a plaintive groan, more like whining . They fucked him in the most impudent way and left him unsatisfied, twisted on the bed with the letter "zu" and buried his nose in the pillow ...
Then someone's hand parted his buttocks, and something finely vibrating began to push into Light's ass. Deeper and deeper ... Then the ring was removed from the penis. Light groaned desperately - according to the law of meanness, he just lacked a little to finish. He unclipped his nose from the pillow and knelt on the bed, arching his back with all his might and twisting his bound hands, reached for the vibrator. He grabbed it with his fingers, pulled it out about halfway, again pushed it into the depths of his body ... Another ... And another ... And finished, exhaustedly falling onto the bed and plunging into semi-consciousness ...
He vaguely felt how the vibrator was pulled out of him, how his hands were untied... Ryuzaki sat down beside him and began rubbing Light's wrists, kissing his fluttering eyelids. Kira purred softly, he didn’t even care that gentle caresses were given to him by none other than L, who swore before the whole world that he would put him in the electric chair. And it is unlikely that today will prevent the detective from doing this. But despite this, Light liked L more than Ryuk. The God of Death lately seems to have begun to regard Kira as his personal whore to have as he pleases. And you can’t run away from him anywhere and you can’t hide anywhere ...
And now... Ryuk pushed Ryuzaki aside and tied Light's arms to the bed. The protest of the latter was immediately muffled by a ball gag. A portion of caresses on the verge of rudeness, a few more scratches on the delicate skin... Light almost hated himself for being aroused by this. Ryuk chuckled as he ran his hand over Light's cock and turned the boy from his favorite position, onto all fours. A little lubrication on the cock - and the God of Death entered Light: sharply, without ceremony, without trying to be careful ... A moan muffled by the gag was heard in the air. Light arched, involuntarily leaning back. Everything disappeared: the thought that it was wrong and immoral, the feeling of self-hatred for the fact that he, accustomed to being the main one in everything, is substituted so obediently, and even enjoys it ... Only pleasure remains. Painful - from a member, with powerful shocks plunging into his body, stretching to the limit, so that it seemed that the tender flesh was about to tear; sharp, with a touch of slight fear because Ryuk, caressing his cock with his hand, could touch him with his claws... Pleasure twisted inside a tight spiral, forcing him to wriggle and moan, leaning towards the movements... With another, especially loud moan, Light finished.
Ryuk made several more powerful movements, breaking into the body relaxed after the orgasm, squeezing Light's hips so hard that the claws dug into the skin to the blood, and also peaked. The God of Death released the guy, and he collapsed exhaustedly on the bed.
As soon as Light had time to recover a little, he was turned over on his back, and now L took care of him. The detective acted more affectionately, kissed gently, stroked, even when he nibbled a little, it was only sweet and nothing else. Light purred softly in pleasure. Hot lips covered his neck with kisses, explored his collarbones, descended lower, licking and sucking on the nipples... And lower - the tongue teased the hollow of the navel a little... And even lower - Light's cock is dipped into moist silky warmth...
Very soon, Kira was ready for the next round. He himself spread his legs, inviting. L did not skimp on the lubricant and entered gently and smoothly. Not the slightest discomfort, only pleasure. The head is thrown back, the lover's tongue flutters along the exposed neck, the cock rubs sweetly inside, constantly touching the prostate, and his own flaming organ is held captive by gentle fingers...
I wanted to run my hands through my tousled black hair, but my hands were tied. I wanted to moan out loud - but the gag drowns out the moans. But it's still good. Too, too good... With another gagged moan, Light comes and feels Ryuzaki come with him.
Then L still untied Light's hands. And he pulled out the gag - to fall to his lips with a slow soft kiss. Light answered lazily, relaxing into a warm embrace. And he tried not to think about the fact that Ryuuk would definitely not have enough and he, without ceremony, would fuck Light again. Kira wasn't sure he had the strength for another round. Although, from L's unhurried caresses, his cock began to rise again...
But Ryuku was not up to Light and Ryuzaki right now - in one of his pockets, the God of Death found ... an apple! And now he stood with this apple in the middle of the room, wondering how it was not immediately gobbled up, but ended up in his pocket and lay there for who knows how long.
And L, meanwhile, pressed Kira to the bed again, pushing his legs apart with his knee. He did not resist - the detective brought him to the desired condition. And again, Light was gently and sweetly taken, only now his arousal was not so strong, and his overworked hole began to hurt ... But thanks to the kisses and caresses that L generously gave him, the arousal was stronger than discomfort.
But Ryuzaki finished before Light. The detective began to lay down a path of kisses, about to take his lover in the mouth, but Ryuk prevented. The sight of Light under L turned on the God of Death, and now, seeing that Light was still standing, he pushed the detective away and sat on the edge of the bed, easily lifting Light and impaling him on his cock. Ryuzaki, who watched this scene, widened his eyes in shock - he did not think that Ryuk was so strong physically. Light, already almost completely fucked up, only moaned softly, leaning his head on Ryuuk's shoulder, when he lifted him up and again planted on his cock. The detective reached out to him, caressing his aroused flesh with one hand, lightly pinching his nipples with the other. A little more - and Light finished with Ryuk.
"In my opinion, me and him are too cool..." Ryuzaki said as he and the God of Death settled the tired and sleepy Light on the bed.
"Perhaps..." Ryuk snorted. - Light, of course, is a sweet candy, and he loves this business, no matter what he says ... But I can call him alone, right, Light? – In response, the God of Death received only unintelligible grumbling. “And even more so with two. But to be honest, I wouldn't say no again...
Light sat up on the bed and looked at Ryuk with a hazy look, muttered:
-Better kill right away... I can't do it anymore today. Or get him out, - a weak nod towards the detective. - Persuade...
In general, Light was arranged on the bed and even carefully covered with a blanket. And then this preoccupied God of Death persuaded L to “one more time”. Light sleepily watched from the bed as the two acted as 69. standing. And Ryuk was floating upside down in the air. The sight was exciting and very entertaining, at any other time Light would have got up, but now the member only twitched sluggishly.
"Maniacs are preoccupied ..." - Kira thought lazily. “They really fucked me up today... Especially Ryuk, always fucking trying hard, lover of hard sex, yep! How many times have I already told him: be careful, people are fragile creatures, you can’t do this with them. It's all useless... Hmm, I didn't think that L would be able to take such a big cock like Ryuk's into his mouth. Apparently, he practiced well on lollipops ... "
He was about to pass out when Ryuzaki lay down next to him.
-I would like to go to the shower ... - he will stretch out.
“Laziness,” Light answered him. “Yes, and suddenly someone sees us ...
Ryuk looked at the guys and decided to do a good deed. First, he flew into the corridor and made sure that there was no one there, then he returned and, throwing Kira and L on his shoulders, dragged them to the bathroom. Once there, the God of Death looked into the mirror and chuckled: the mirror didn't reflect him, just two guys hanging in the air, bottoms up.
- Enjoy - he unloaded his burden into the bath and turned on the warm water. - And I went.
L made the water a little hotter, then the guys didn't move for a while. The detective sat with his back against the edge of the bathtub, and Light rested his head on his chest. Ryuzaki's slender fingers ran lightly through his red hair.
- Stroking me... – Light said softly. - You caress ... And then you will seat me in the electric chair just as affectionately, right?
“Maybe yes, maybe not...” L replied calmly.
Light tossed his head and stared at him in bewilderment, even all the drowsiness flew off.
“You see, Light…” the detective began. “Your brains are too valuable to be thrown around like that.” So either you agree to give me the Death Note and work with me, or... I really put you in the electric chair.
"Hmm... Well, given that I still want to live, I guess I'll agree," Light decided that now it's better to accept L's offer to work together, and then see what happens. Of course, the detective would not trust him 100% and would follow him, but Light was sure that if he wanted to, he would sooner or later find a loophole.
Having somehow rinsed themselves, the guys crept into the room, lay down on the bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

Light, get up now! - Father's voice from behind the door. – Light!!!
- Dad? .. - sleepy.
- Your mother has already tried to wake you up twice, but has not achieved anything and called me. I won't leave until I wake you up! It's time for you to go to university! Or get up, or I'll break the door! And why the hell did you lock it up?!
“Damn university…” Light mutters sleepily, tries to sit up on the bed and groans: after yesterday’s sex marathon, the butt hurts, one might even say, brutally hurts. Light falls back on the pillow and makes a thoughtful conclusion: - So, I didn’t dream ...
He squints his eyes to the side and sees L next to him: he sleeps, as they say, without hind legs, curled up in a ball, sniffing softly and sucking his thumb. Light unceremoniously pushed him aside and asked:
- What did you say yesterday about the electric chair and the two options?
L grimaced in displeasure and said:
- I said that I would not send you to execution if you agreed to work with me. But if you ever once again poke me in the ribs with your elbow like this, then I will spit on your consent and put you on a damn chair, understand?!
-Understood...
- Light! Light!!! Soichiro Yagami yelled from behind the door. “Get up, damn you!”
- The devil tore me yesterday ... - under his breath. Then, louder: - I won't get up! I have a new one now interesting job and I can spit on the university. And now I'm going to sleep!
And while Soichiro was scratching his head and trying to figure out what Light was talking about, he passed out safely...

Since ancient times, people have learned to notice some relationships between various phenomena and analyze them. And although then they still did not mean much, they found their expression in various proverbs, sayings and sayings.

What is the role of folk wisdom in people's lives

Wise thoughts and advice for all occasions, which are contained in proverbs, accompany us throughout our lives. And despite the fact that some proverbs are more than one hundred years old, they will always be relevant, because the basic laws of life will never change. There are a lot of wise sayings, for example: “The farther into the forest, the more firewood”, “It looks smooth, but it’s not sweet on the tooth”, “Praise is the ruin of a young man”, “Live - you will see, wait - you will hear”, etc. All of them briefly and clearly characterize certain actions, relationships, phenomena, give important life advice.

"The farther into the forest, the more firewood." The meaning of the proverb

Even in ancient times, not even knowing how to count, people noticed certain patterns. The more game they get on the hunt - the longer the tribe will not suffer from hunger, the brighter and longer the fire burns - the hotter it will be in the cave, etc. The further into the forest, the more firewood - this is also a fact. At the edge, as a rule, everything has already been collected, and in the deep thicket, where no human foot has yet set foot, firewood is apparently invisible.

However, this proverb has a much deeper meaning. Wood and firewood should not be taken literally, just by the relationship of these concepts, the people expressed certain patterns that occur in our lives.

In the proverb “the farther into the forest, the more firewood”, the meaning is as follows: the more you delve into any business or undertaking, the more “pitfalls” float to the surface. This expression can be applied to many concepts and situations. For example, the deeper you begin to study any issue, the more details you learn about it. Or the longer you communicate with a person, the better you understand the features of his character.

In what situations is the proverb most often used "The farther into the forest, the more firewood"

Despite the fact that the meaning of the proverb allows it to be used in many situations, most often it is used when it comes to the occurrence of unforeseen difficulties and complications in any business begun. No wonder the proverb refers specifically to firewood. Everyone knows that the expression "to break firewood" means "to make a mistake by acting hastily", that is, it is interpreted in a disapproving manner.

This proverb can be applied not only in relation to a particular business started. “The farther into the forest, the more firewood” - this can be said about a person who, for example, constantly deceives others, and a lie drags him into a vicious circle, giving rise to more and more lies. Or, for example, someone wants to climb career ladder and for this he is ready for anything. If, in order to achieve his goal, he is playing a dishonest game, then the higher he climbs the "steps", the more unseemly acts he has to commit.

Conclusion

Embedded in proverbs and sayings, it briefly and succinctly characterizes all aspects of life - relationships between people, attitudes towards nature, human weaknesses and other aspects. All proverbs and wise sayings are a real treasure that people have been collecting grain by grain for more than one century and passing it on to future generations. According to proverbs and sayings, one can judge the values ​​that are inherent in different cultures. It is in such statements that the vision of the world as a whole and in various particulars is contained. life situations. It is difficult to overestimate the importance and role of proverbs and sayings in the life of society. They are the spiritual heritage of our ancestors, which we must honor and protect.

Strange headlines have recently appeared in Nasha Niva.

I can't believe my eyes!

After all, Nasha Niva has not been ours for a long time. But to wrap it up is incomprehensible to the mind!

However, if we take into account who orders the music, and add events to it recent months, everything is rendered.

The West finally changed tactics. He no longer needed the destroyers of the last outpost of the Soviet era. Their mission is over.

Due to the inertia of the working strata of the population, the electoral resource of the new plan, of course, remained the same. These are the intelligentsia, students and high school students.

The opposition also invented the main culprit of "our troubles and our evils" - this is Putin's Russia. On it, which is under sanctions, you can hang all the dogs, starting from Ivan the Terrible. Endure.

Now - at the suggestion of Dubovets - strangely enough, an ardent Russophobe of the perestroika and post-Soviet times, Zenon Poznyak, was added to her company.

What is the novelty of the approaches of the West and its henchmen to the dismantling of calm in our society?

A new task now is the earthing up of the same intelligentsia and youth on the sly. But without the cultivation of radical nationalist sentiments, but by creating intellectual platforms where fraternization with Russian liberals would become the norm.

After all, Cicerons have died out in our country, and Navalny and others are in plain sight in Russia.

I think that for this reason the opposition was gradually converted to Russian.

It is precisely this goal that explains the strange appearance and replication of quotes from the newly minted literary diva Svetlana Aleksievich, who spoke quite definitely:

“It was impossible to do what I did in the Belarusian language.”

And finally, the point. Finally, the main thing is the emergence of a passionate desire among the puppeteers to create in our country, on the basis of the TUT.by portal, which has dramatically changed its rhetoric, an intellectual platform for those who like to scratch their tongues with the involvement of the promoted liberalism abroad (read - Russian renegades).

They are, like no one else, close to us in mentality.

I won't be surprised if Shenderovich or the taciturn Savik Shuster show up as the hosts of these gatherings.

After all, he never said anything impartial to Lukashenka. Others spoke, and he, without visible emotions on his face, listened and did not assent.

But let's get back to Poznyak.

I can honestly say that I, like many others, have sympathy for this very bright propagandist, who managed to become the central figure of the Belarusian Popular Front in the late 1980s, and then with small forces to saddle the Belarusian parliament and solve the priority tasks of gaining independence by the country.

The main thing: he is an ideological opponent of everything Soviet, but not a traitor. He does not count “Jewish pieces of silver” in his pocket, but bends his line, because he believes, because he is convinced that he is right and defends his point of view.

The West did not like the straightforwardness and independence of Poznyak's judgments, and he was relegated to the backyard of Russophobic politics.

He is not their man. They don't want people with their own opinions. They need performers.

So what is Poznyak accused of on the pages of Nasha Niva and Svaboda by the revolutionary Sergey Dubovets, widely known in narrow circles?

Neither more nor less - in the most important: "History of the Muggle would be classed in the past, kali b People's Front of the 90s will begin again".

You see, then "nathnyaў priklad" Popular Front microscopic and quiet Estonia.

It was there, and not in Lithuania and Latvia with a huge number of Russians living, in his opinion, that the most successful pies were baked.

Maybe it was so, because in Estonia people did not die in skirmishes with special forces, and there was no particular need to torment the Russians. But Dubovets's claim that he allegedly mastered the situation in the post-Soviet space at that time and could determine priorities is highly doubtful.

Dubovets, who was then in euphoria “It was assumed that Belarus would be the earliest ever - fallow and so non-Belarusian, like the BSSR”.

But in Belarus, at first, she reigned on the throne "the highest dzyarzhau asoba"- Shushkevich. Poznyak and his comrades raged in parliament, then Lukashenka.

What line Dubovets was pursuing at that time is not very clear, because he was not in sight and only now emerged - with arguments about Poznyak's mistakes.

Further, he asks why everything didn’t go the way it did in Estonia, why we are not where Estonia is, and not the same as Estonia with its higher standard of living than in the post-Soviet space.

Let's not argue with Dubovets. He either does not understand or deliberately does not want to understand the difference in mentalities, the incompatibility of production capacities and the scale of production relationships that characterize the economies of our countries.

He does not think about the current information, how many people left for the West from the Baltic republics in comparison with Belarus.

He is not interested in the state of the real sector of the economy and what are the prospects economic development Estonia, etc.

For him, Estonia is a paradise, because “Didn’t the people attack the common and non-familiar Estonians there? And then, what did the People's Front recognize the Democrats? I tamu, that the yans adrazu took a course for independence - NATO - Europe?

The question is, was it different with us in the early 90s?

Is it possible that the Belarusian Popular Front was headed by the Party Genosses? Didn't US President Clinton come to us and give us a bench in Kurapaty?

After all, can a sane politician really believe that the path to "independence" lies through NATO membership?

In his rantings, Dubovets, of course, could not pass by "monaga torture."

80 percent of the communists, Soviet generals, even Yankovsky from the Russian Theater voted for the MOV, but it’s to blame for the fact that not everyone spoke it "Theatrical Radicalism" - “He is a mind-blower of that tiny adzinstva of Belarus, which was the first time of the language. The parallel with Estonia was evil.”

It's hard to even call it stupidity. After all, the impulse of the Belarusians to change at that time was not due to an irrepressible thirst to use the Belarusian language, but to the mistrust sown among the people in the authorities, Chernobyl fears and the infantilism of those who stood at the helm of the young republic.

Further, Dubovets claims that the split into the connected and the unconnected did not happen immediately after the formation of the Belarusian Popular Front, but after the election of the Supreme Council of the XII convocation. And the reason for this is Poznyak.

He's writing: "Adnachasov paўstala "elita" - menavita pavodle getai prykmety - svyadomyh, geta znachits, lepshy for іnshіh, matsyorіh, lіchy thаt "Estonians", yakіya "towered above the astatnіmi Belarusians".

We've arrived.

After all, everyone remembers that this so-called "elite" began to emerge when it ran from one room to another under the name "Talaka".

She, the “elite”, gained a breath when the sons of party workers realized that in the changed conditions, the chance to rise to the level of power of their fathers is presented only on the wave of national radicalism, and not obedience.

After all, even then life put the question point-blank: either - or. Tacking was not welcomed, since everyone was tired of it in perestroika times.

Further, Dubovets confirms the inertia of his own thinking:

“I spat 25 bastards, and maybe more, if we know we are admiring ourselves as Belarusians - different, but that’s because all the trees in the oak forest are different.”

It turns out that the situation is not the same as it was before. There was a click: livability reigned in society and "Pamyarkounasts". (“Facebook” doesn’t count).

But this semblance of reconciliation is given for a reason. This is a run to kick Poznyak and his entourage again:

“And the tsyaper say - like the people pagodzitsa on the getki padzel, that we are Belarusians, but are there more Belarusian Belarusians? It is clear that the “large Belarusian” side of the “simple Belarusian” will meet with the abstraction.”

D left and Lukashenka. He, it turns out, “Take the language out of the hramadskaga Uzhytka,” because she “became the sign of the saints”, and suckers are Belarusians “Adchuval satysfaktsyyu hell tago, cab show “great Belarusians” Kuzkina mother.

Sami schools pravodzіlі debelarusіzatsyyu.

Well, just like Emelyushka: "The sledges go, they go by themselves, they go by themselves without a horse."

And this nationwide revolt, born of the radicalization of the saints, led to the fall of the Belarusian Popular Front as a powerful mass movement and contributed to "The establishment of the autary madela lady, because the people are 'non-family' avtamatychna pozbaўlyaўlya subjectnastsі ў palіtytsy, and the "elite" stratsіla subjectnasts, closing in on the saba".

What does the subjectivity of the people in politics mean and who prevented the "elite" from losing it, Dubovets did not chew, each time remembering the Estonia he loved.

In rare moments of enlightenment, he speaks the absolute truth:

“... a skinny Estonian will tell you who Lukashenka is, but only adzinks in Belarus guessing who the president of Estonia is there.”

And then nostalgic:

“...somehow I myself think so - eight of us, the host of all Belarusians, are open and all Belarusians, we call them yes to ourselves, the host of the race and the Armenians, the whole people are themselves.”

Let's digress for a moment and imagine what the result would be if Lenin and his entourage "maryli" or "clicked yes to yourself" in 1917?

The Bolsheviks were not infantile intellectuals. They were armed with modern theory, strategy and tactics of thoughtful action. They persistently, competently and purposefully carried out everyday work among the working people and soldiers and were successful.

On some spells and humiliation of the current government, revolutions in the minds of people are not made. And the aggravation of national issues in multinational republics is always fraught with slaughter. You don't have to look far for examples.

Thank God, Zenon Pozniak and the revolutionaries of the first wave, willy-nilly, but were brought up in a decent society. At that time, their hands did not itch to unleash fratricidal conflicts on very unstable national and linguistic grounds.

There was a controversy, broke ballpoint pens but not spears.

And here Dubovets is frankly disingenuous, stating that “Atrad musiў bazavatstsa on democratic padstavs. Never again on canservative and radical - ty, as a substitute for pashyrennya patrabavali, naadvarot, the sound of an elite atrada and nyaspynnaya pure joy. Why is it safe and hello.

After all, we remember very well: the entire opposition was not at all engaged in a detailed study of the strategy for returning the country's economy to a stable position, but hit in search of the future in the past on the basis of nationalistic sentiments alien to people.

Surely the same Dubovets tore his shirt for "moving and relaxing the hell of balshevism" instead of agitation for a national consensus and the translation of public controversy into the mainstream of economic problems and ways to solve them.

The excuse for our national humanitarians, who did not understand anything in the economy, was "the way to Europe". As if they were waiting for us with impatience and without us they would not have a life.

At the end of his story, Dubovets sincerely admits his thoughtlessness:

“On that, as the geta understands, a bunch of nasty things and pastupovy exodus of the “fellow Belarusians” were spat - in others, there are light in the other country, and in the other grooves.”

However, even today his reasoning has not received at least some kind of replenishment with new ideas and does not go further than “monoga torment”.

He states that "Znikla self-proclaimed"elite of large belarusian belarusians", svyadomyh ”, - but, like a woodpecker, remains true to the former standard, with which he associates timid hopes: “... can we know ourselves to be with the Estonians, why is this magic waste unstoppable?”

And Dubovets's confession, without admitting his own miscalculations, naturally caused a resonance in the opposition community.

It should be noted that many of the arguments of the participants in the discussion look quite sound.

For example, someone under the nickname "Svyatoma", talking about Poznyak, declares:

“I could not, in 1994, have a perekanaўchuyu podtrymka in the community ... I would have been the forest of Gamsakhurdy near Georgia ... I could have managed to do this, if I were able to farm a well-organized vertical and garyzantal, near the hell of Shushkevich.”

“... a bunch of people who acted Rukhaўtsаў have grown up “everything, it’s broken on the right, the political system of publicity - you need and ab syabe thought”, dzelavyya rushed to the work of the business, svyadomyya - praz syabroў z wide fractions of the apazіtsy was at the parliamentarian) , began to labiravatsya piles of ulasny іntaresy: some pasada, some kavalak lands near the adpachynka zone, some issued their creators for dzarzhaўny kosht, some uvogulle zehaў near Lithuania, kabzhytsi near the old Belarusian capital.

“Mae ratsiyu” and someone “Benedzikt”:

“Such for the abmerkavanni and vymashany zaўvazhyts - not abmyarkoўvaetstsa adna overestimate an important problem (it looks like the menavita yana “incited” Dubaўets (and not only yago) to write the getaga aburalnaga article).

Prychyna plyagae ў offensive - agulnavyadoma, that the scandal is gamble - to the facts of ab uncollected, falsified signatures of "Govpravda" and as vynіkae іnshimi "lіdarami" pakhavaў usіh getyh dzeyachoў at vachas sheragovay apazitsi.

The fact that the Kazakh Z. Paznyak ab dzeynasts of pseudo-apocalytic structures was justified”.

What can you say? Everything is correct. The way it is.

We must pay tribute to Poznyak. Despite all his recent miscalculations, he is the only significant figure who does not compromise principles and does not wag his tail in front of those who call the music.

If it nervous system did not resonate with the Ukrainian events, which in no way correspond to his own ideas of good and evil, he could become not an outrageous leader of alternative thinking, but a real Belarusian politician who has no need to fight the windmills of communism - they are already in the past.

In conclusion, I wanted to write something smart, but one expression of Dubovets caused a smile and threw away the desire to crush water in a mortar:

“... all tree trees and oak dachshunds are different, only the needles of yana hell getaga are not shy. The first sign of such a sign is an oak, dubeishy for other oaks is not the main thing for a primordial”.

It seems that Dubovets told the truth. But, as you know, in every process there are exceptions.

Today "Oakest for other oaks" is still there.