Every day

Every day to put on your best clothes -
Every day to try on your best thoughts.
This is the essence of classical Buddhism
And I love it for this very reason.
Yes, when trying to get a job in a store
I almost threw up, accidentally overhearing there,
a conversation between cooks and cashiers.

My great-great grandmother was a cook,
But I think she was not like that.
This half-naked fat eastern woman said laughing
It's good that it's raining, the blouse will get wet - my nipples will stand up.
Another woman played some kind of flourish on her bare thigh with slaps
And a woman dressed in a modest hijab supported their shared laughter with understanding.
Here I felt sick from disgust at the vulgarity,
I so hope my reaction was not noticeable on my face.

Don't hope.
none of them responded to your polite goodbye.
Yes, I just thought then,
that this is how some harem looks, perhaps, from the inside.
I almost threw up from the vulgarity of the scene.

This is a life lesson - to measure everyone by yourself is not democracy.
You carry around a completely false idea.
Be careful, they are not you.

How can I forget this disgusting woman with her wet nipples now?
Otherwise, I start to feel sick when I look at other people.
And what about the French cook with a knife, who stole wine?
Only yesterday you reread about her.
I have no good ideas left to dress them.
Only some rags available.
This French cook is the German Matilda Stoss,
Who drank someone else's brandy in the morning!

Moreover,
the other day you were lucky enough to meet Mrs. Quickly herself.
Yes, that cashier in the locker room, I could not even imagine.
People of lentil soup are rude in all ages in their everyday life.
I would hope not to meet in such a case with the incarnation of Falstaff.
Otherwise you too would have been shocked.
This, I think, cannot happen
Because God does not give a person trials that are beyond his strength.

Ouija, what was with my face when I heard all this?
It is better for you not to know,
Does the eyes growing wild tell you something?
I was not embarrassed by her words,
I was shocked with disgust by her rudeness.
And she may have expected something else, the remark was said for you.
And the drumming on the bare leg was also in your honor - an invitation to the company.
But the answer was on your face.
Are you surprised that these respectable-looking hijabs didn't say goodbye to you?

but we need to master the poker face technique for surprises.
I could have puked.
It couldn't have happened, you didn't eat anything that day.
Ouija, just help me forget this lady's erotic revelations - any price.
Do you understand who the innkeeper Mrs. Quickly is?
More than that.
This is a useful acquaintance.

Lentil soup - now never,
I'd rather, if necessary, eat dirt.
This is a school of life.
Well, why so deliberately?
There was also her twin with pink hair.
A timely vaccination is a guarantee against infections.
Vaccination against ordinary life, you understand?

Exactly and
Every day to put on your best clothes -
Every day to try on your best thoughts.
This is not the Diamond Sutra, this is the devil,
the Diamond Sutra is hanging on my keys.
You haven't read it.
It's in Chinese.
Excuses are not accepted.
It's hanging on my keychain.

You can't look down on Mrs. Quickly.
No, of course, I respected her again, especially in the phase after 3 centuries,
in the form of a French cook,
who drank his vintage wines and now brandishes a knife.

Remarque copied it, I guessed,
but at first he thought he was very far away.
Well, they all stand on each other's shoulders.
You should think about it, but not as a judge.
I'd rather translate the Diamond Sutra.
No.

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