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    Your Dollar is in my pocket
    Your Dollar is in my pocket
    Your Dollar is in my pocket
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    Your Dollar is in my pocket

    By Dmitriy Holler

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    The direction «Art of managing living» is author's one in the modern literature in the beginning of the XXI century. This is not an ordinary consecutive statement of problem issue which has been taken thesis, concisely, and vested in a genre of the art narration. Philosophical impregnations within the context, give the chance to create simultaneously a simple and accessible practical material on qualitative change of your own life and studying your inner self from the point of behavioral tendencies which influence, according to Dmitry Holler not only enriches the inner world of an individual, allowing anybody to become the owner of his own destiny, controlling personal time and space, but also reveals hidden manpower of his intellect. Life from the position of a reality of particular certain acts, which is so know to you by its ups-and-downs instead of especially positive thinking representing illusive and deceptive surreality, sometimes so similar to a dream or obsession.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherT/O "Neformat"
    Release dateApr 30, 2012
    ISBN9781927480090
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      Your Dollar is in my pocket - Dmitriy Holler

      Preface

      Sometimes you have not a sense but a strange feeling that you have already experienced the things that are happening to you now. This is a beautiful French expression - Déjà vu … And you wonder: how is it possible when everything around is such real and natural. It is the world which has included everything that is drawn by a bright palette of your perception. Trying to find shaky equilibrium, the balance of sense and feelings, you appear in your own cobweb of all-consuming search of the truth which is not present and even cannot exist.

      Memoirs and dreams, realities and utopias, poisonous symbiosis of consolations and sufferings are promptly sweeping past around... But there isn’t any mute question: when did everything come to the deadlock and close that invisible electric chain on which the last element of the life and activity had stiffened. It was consciousness. The main thing is that drowsiness releases sensation of time into abyss of failure to return and only ticking of clocks with mechanical dull echo keeps in a reality that remains unshakeable - Me. But there is always light at the end of the tunnel and it depends only on you how long the way to the glimmer of the truth will be.

      This furious balance of harmony in everything around you, which is speeding forwards, is affordable to everyone for example as a package of milk for one dollar.

      I jerked sharply on the seat and shook the head coming to the senses. My hands in black leather gloves were still compressing the wheel. It was warm and cozy in the salon. The turbo diesel hummed gradually with all eight cylinders under the cowl. Sitting beside Mrs. Macmillan turned to me sacredly. What happened, Alex? Have you seen a nightmare?

      No, on the contrary, besides I did not sleep. I just retired into myself. I answered with a smile, remembering that pleasant sensation of self-determination and calmness which owned me completely for last five minutes.

      Are you flying anywhere again? Kate smiled and embraced me. Let’s go home, otherwise we will miss Christmas.

      Certainly, Katy, straight towards home. Last gas station was several miles from here. And there was gas in the tank maximum for dollar, so let’s use it reasonably to hold on to the nearest gas station, without running into superfluous doubts and reasonings. - I kissed her and turn understeering switch AKPP. Massive three-ton Cadillac rushed at full speed with a roar along a grey highway at half-lights …

      Morning

      Lying in the bed, suddenly I opened eyes widely and started to hypnotize the ceiling. A white cloth like an ice skating rink with matte reflexion, spreading some meters around, was hidden by a black-grey twilight of the room and hang over the head depressingly. Once in my childhood, having put hands under the head, I imagined the future, planning it in details. I created my own system of the life priorities and criteria of self-sufficiency in the brain centre.

      And how do I perceive so deep epithets on the importance now, after many years? Now understanding the sense of such flexible philosophical concepts, it is not difficult to imagine that dearness doesn’t always imply value; kindness is not took by a virtue, and wisdom borders on madness at times …

      He glanced at his clocks - 6.15 a.m. It was time for Mister Future Lawyer. It was an important meeting with a manager of a building holding and the boss didn’t like late arrivals. It was almost impossible to time in advance the length of traffic jams and the time of their disappearing. Nevertheless you can only hope that you will go to work in time despite numerous snags.

      The coffee maker was gurgling and filling the space around with aroma of hot coffee. A cheerful vigorous anchorperson of the television morning program informed coldly and impartially that it was restless on globe again. The world stock markets became unstable and geopolitical conflicts were about to.

      At least any cretin in this fucking quarter would guess about the purpose of the refuse chute. The thought flashed while closing the door.

      Having opened the front door widely, I inhaled some fresh and frosty air. At first I decided to perform a feat and to squeeze into the crowded bus but I changed my mind at the last minute. I was standing for a while and was following a piece of metal scrap which had poured fumes over me. But tomorrow is Christmas. It is high time to think of professional prospects and personal ones as well … My brain was trying to compensate the coffee catalyst which kindly had been given in the morning. It is necessary to change the style of behavior and views in a society and then life will be in a full swing. We are responsible for our mistakes and blunders …

      What a nonsense are you talking, Alex! Is it a question about car’s maintenance? To change views, ha … As if it was oil filter, really! How is it possible to change views? It is just enough to understand correctly an event in your own head. And what is correct or not, who knows and who can explain …?

      Suddenly a piece of paper appeared underfoot in morning twilight on the iced snow. I have no habit to stop to admire the consequences of not only moral cleanliness of individuals. But something forced me to freeze for a moment and to examine the object which had stolen several seconds of my precious time. It was a fairly shabby banknote of one dollar with the picture of MR. Washington who was the first president of the USA. Probably, someone has dropped it while getting out a wallet. I thought hiding the banknote. Thanks for your dollar in my pocket, ladies and gentlemen. Nothing can be superfluous that comes to your hands of itself.

      With such a latent emotional sense I pushed a massive glass door of office «Legal Aid Corporation» confidently and immediately got to a madhouse of the complex of legal services innovative decisions. It was a rendering of legal support in a mode

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