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Slova, slova, slova... V nachale bylo slovo, glasit drevnyaya mudrost'. Odni slova porozhdayut istinu, velikie nachinaniya, drugie - nesut s soboy smert' i razrushenie. Tak, govorya ni o chyem, chelovechestvo dogovorilos' do dvukh mirovykh voyn i do mirovogo krizisa. Odnako samoe strashnoe - eto slovo, broshennoe samim chelovekom. Slovo - prizyv, namerenie, klyatva ili gordelivoe utverzhdenie, vyzov, broshennyy bogam i Moyram. Legko dayutsya neobdumannye obeshchaniya, oformlennye v slovakh. Strashno sobiraetsya dan' za kogda-to dannye klyatvy i zaroki. Kazhdyy chelovek vpletaet svoyu sud'bu v nit' slov, klyatv i obeshchaniy, ne otdavaya sebe otchyeta, chto sud'ba odna, a slova ne vernyesh', chto vse oni, kak damoklov mech, mogut navisnut' nad tonkoy pryazhey sud'by, grozya oborvat' eye v samyy nepodkhodyashchiy moment. Zhal', chto my ne uchimsya na chuzhikh oshibkakh. Vozmozhno, eto ne tak, i primer chuzhikh klyatv i obeshchaniy ostanovit nas v nuzhnyy moment, zastavit zadumat'sya o posledstviyakh, o neotvratimosti sud'by, kogda zhrebiy broshen. Kak znat', mozhet, chuzhoy primer ostanovit nas ot gordelivogo vyzova, ot neobdumannoy klyatvy, ot zhelaniya postavit' na kon vsye, dazhe svoyu zhizn'.
