Map guest of St. Petersburg

C in August in St. Petersburg will be new "guest card", designed for 2, 3 and 5 days. Currently, visitors see a "map guest of St. Petersburg" by only 7 days. Another novelty is expected - "child map guest" which will cost half the price of the ordinary.

In addition, from next month "the guest card of St. Petersburg" and will be connected to an electronic purse system for public transport. At its base price will include a small number of trips. Tourists can also add a map to the necessary funds for additional travel, Interfax reported.

"Map guests of St. Petersburg" - an analog of tourist programs operating in major cities of Europe. The cost of a seven-day card is 1950 rubles. The card includes guided tours, entrance to state museums without queuing and discount program from 10% to 50% when staying in hotels, taxi, visiting cultural centers, cafes and restaurants.

The card provides free admission to 17 museums in the city - the Hermitage, Peter and Paul Fortress, St. Isaac's and Smolny Cathedral, Russian Museum, the Savior on the Blood, the Museum-Preserve "Pavlovsk" and others.
 

... In my opinion, to immerse a person in a stupor, you need to ask him: "Are you happy?" Or have to write an article on happiness, as did our editor in chief. At the moment I'm the third hour of a mental debate with himself, speak forth the truth and I am surprised at how it turns out that similar thoughts with Pythagoras, Renard and other explanatory uncles ...

Talking and writing about happiness - a complicated thing. In my head and climb hackneyed phrases that happiness - "it's when you realize," each is his own and certainly is not about money. And that the second happiness - for some reason audacity. And then does it becomes clear that nobody really has no idea about this "Felicia". Dictionaries give a boring statement, saying that this state of inner satisfaction all aspects of life and each other. But despite the vagueness of the "object", we all want to be happy. Fortunately, on how to achieve the desired self-perception, many say the writers, poets, thinkers - in other words people who can be trusted. Why not take a pencil?

Savor the moments

"If it were building a house of happiness, the largest room would have to devote to the waiting room," Jules Renard

Renard's aphorism is very fond of girls of all generations, bring in personal diaries and pretend that they understand. But the grown up girls (and boys) are fully paid tribute to the sage insight, a Frenchman. We think that the coveted feeling of flight is always separated pesky obstacles: nesdannykh session, outstanding credit, the extra pounds ... So most will never feel happy: there is always a burden, which is to anchor and prevent soar skyward. And some lucky ones are able to see the beauty in the dewdrop and freeze my heart, forgetting the endless repairs ... On this point philosophers said: "Carpe diem" («Seize the moment"). And let the whole world wait until you are happy.

It all depends on me!

"You want to be happy - be happy" - better Kozma Prutkov not say, but some also were able to perform adequately. For example, the physics of Landau: "Happiness - not an event in a person's life, and the ability of his soul."

Well, everything is simple and complicated at the same time. It has long been known that a semi-annual subscription will not be happy to Disneyland, and the treasures of Agra, and the second splashed optimism just because day was sunny. And we need not reinvent the tools capable of surprise, and to cultivate the ability to enjoy little things ... It is always easier to surrender to the power of adversity and trouble - it takes less mental energy. And to extend the well-being, however, efforts are needed. In short, do not expect that someone will come big and strong and osyplet you manna from heaven. Be happy only by you.

Living in harmony with the time

"When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but we often do not notice her staring gaze at the closed door," Helen Keller

In the three years (according to parents), I liked to run his hands into the warm mashed potatoes, squeeze her hands and watch as mashed grooves seeping between his fingers. In 9 years I have received great pleasure from the books Vladislav Krapivin. In the 12 - by fitting mother's dresses and scarves (strictly alone in front of a mirror, and be sure to Alex Glyzin of tape mix). In the 17 - by the realization that "yonder pretty boy all the time looking at us." In the 22 - bathing a newborn heir. In the 30 - because the husband in the morning draws the curtains tighter in the bedroom. To the sun's rays are not worried until I inspect dreams. Naturally, it was not a pleasant move windows on the roof, and the realization that he does so out of concern ...

People who do not feel sorry for the lost harmony, elasticity, and blush, but are its advantages and pleasures of every age - and there are the lucky ones. A poor - those who want to keep the youthful look and the owners of large stocks, "shot in the locker." Because the years change our ideas about life's pleasures. Now I am indifferent plate of warm mashed potatoes and my mother's scarves. And do not really want to catch the views of young beauties ... Let all that remains. And then if theirs will be quiet joys of frolicking grandchildren, a good show and a cup of tea with chamomile - not what happiness is?

Reduce anxiety

"Great science live happily is to live only in the present" Pythagoras

Remember the dry scientific formula of happiness? Satisfaction with life and all the parties themselves. Often we do not fit into it just because I do not know how to rejoice today. Sorry about the past or wondering, "What does the future is preparing." Mostly, of course, worry about the future prices would rise suddenly or change the president. While fully aware that it is not in our power to change future events. In general, a quotation from Pythagoras had already announced, in his reinforcements - like-minded Epictetus: "There is only one way to happiness - to stop worrying about things that are not subject to our will ..."

... Once in the cafe window I saw a white sheet of paper attached to the glass. So that the text written on it was visible to passers: "Today - this day, which you worried yesterday. But nothing happened after all, is not it? "But really, do not happen! Why not experience the happiness of an attack, even tiny?
 

I prefer to be friends with women. No, seriously. Some believe that any friendship between a man and a woman can not be. What friends think only the real, tough men - among themselves.

But I discovered that the so-called men's friendship has all the hallmarks of the current sluggish alcoholism. A friendship with a woman much more comfortable, useful, and also prolongs life.

Only for friendship with a woman choose his friends are not on the basis of pretty face and with his all conquering desire to drag you to the registry office, but of mind and some other purpose in life except get married and pop out narozhat children.

And then you will secure a true friend, always ready to give advice and to help. Of course, if your girlfriend with time still will not have an irresistible desire to move your friendship to another, even more enjoyable plane. However, even if you do not lose anything. And on the contrary, acquire. Get something so unique that you can envy of all men. Namely - the friendship and love in a bottle.

On the same peasants - the death and misery continuous drunkenness. It is worth two men get together, even on the most important and necessary business - well, there is a car repair, to patch up the roof garden or dig up, as the crown of all these good deeds will vseobyazatelno that? That's right. Booze.

I rented a new house in the village and to somehow build bridges with the local population, naive and inexperienced, first went to the neighbors on the right. I met an elderly couple of a good peasant poshiba. It is - big, "okayuschaya" and "hook" the mother of the family, which ran on time on the farm. He - an even larger, with working hands, shovels and put his vest on top of the stomach - cheerfully winked at me and took a liter bottle of a murky liquid.

I come to him with a box of chocolates, but they are in my vodka ... Just something personal, just a "one hundred grams," "purely for familiarity," "how not to drink a nice person," which turned out to be one hundred grams every five minutes and I stayed with them at least an hour. All my twenty-two "I must go," "I have soup on the stove boils," "I can not drink so much - it's inhumane," were a bit weighty argument: "Do you respect me?"

As I was at home - I do not remember. The whole next day I spent, suffering headaches, lack of appetite and giving yourself an oath never to drink anything stronger than beer.

At the end of the week came to me on the left neighbors. Young couple with all the signs of advancement and material security. Couple invited me to her, and I'm assuming that these certainly do not get drunk, without hesitation, rushed into their mansion.

He turned on the "plasma". He took out a bottle of cognac from the bar, and the acquaintance began. When the bottle was drained, she went to wash the dishes, and we spilled out into the yard and breathe ... to continue the acquaintance.

As the brandy was gone, the owner fished from a liter bottle of "house wine", as he proudly announced, and I agreed to drink "quite a bit, for the acquaintance."

House wine was a mixture of cherry juice and vodka, and quite sturdy. I was trying everything to go home, but whenever I try to get up off the bench to step in to head home an uneven, as my neighbor immediately began to resent, and I have to somehow make amends to him, was forced again to seal the peace treaty with a glass "house wine". So it went - I jumped up to go home, he took offense, we drank - a dozen times, until the bottle is not empty.

Here I was thinking that here he is, my finest hour, and already zapetlyal toward the gate, but my new friend yelled, "Wait a minute" and disappeared in the doorway, and exactly one minute appeared to polutoralitrovoy bottle of beer.

"No-ee, I'm not" - was I bleated. But my neighbor is not heard only in silence opened the bottle and put it in my hands. "Drink. And no, I take offense "- a menacing look, but he said softly to me. I realized that the choice to drink or not drink, I do not. And he made a couple of sips ...

The next morning I was splitting his head, hurt the entire body, and also tormented by guilt. I promised myself never to drink anything, even beer.

But the very next weekend I went after work to the shooting in the garden of my house to find the owner of the house and someone else. They were already a little tipsy and, although one had seen me only twice, and the other had never seen merrily shout, as if his next of kin have met who have had a hundred dollars, "Oh-oh-oh, what people in Hollywood! Sit down ... Uh-uh, like, say your name? "

I started to balk, thinking of excuses one another idiotic: I have a headache, that in my hand sewn temperance ampoule that I had to quickly assemble and go to the North Pole. Nothing helped. I sat behind a makeshift force of the table, given the size of a glass beaker and poured into it until the edges of the stinking brew.

I tried a bite very fatty foods, putting in your mouth pieces of bacon. To wash down all this compote and mineral water. He tried to pass toast, following one after another - where one ended, he immediately began another. To an hour, if I remember correctly, after the third bottle for three, the remains sober brain to understand what I'm drunk in dyminu.

Under the pretext of going to the toilet I just crawled in the opposite direction, hobbled to home, opened the door and fell asleep as he was. But after ten minutes of unconsciousness was awakened by a deafening roar in the hall.
 

I was an alcoholic ... There seems to do a long theatrical pause, sadly hang up his nose and tell their sad story about how drunk and then successfully won this disease.

No, it was not so bad. Like most people in our country, I could probably be classified as domestic drunk. As most readers to indulge in alcohol, drank more often than just on holidays, about once a week, rarely or so. I am 35 years old, I tried alcohol for the first time in 15.

Like many, I could drink a large amount of alcohol over time and found a pastime in the company of their own kind is quite interesting and even informative.

I purposely did not say a word about why drinking is bad. Some will argue with me that alcohol in small doses, even useful at all, we somehow do not alcohol and not even drunk. Let's leave it all narcologists, their patients and physicians, successfully and not so many years of treating the consequences of alcohol use. Or those he does not hurt.

It is better to talk about something else. Dear reader, ask yourself one question. What do we do when we meet with friends, acquaintances? Shopping, business meetings, business contacts do not count. So, we met an old friend (girlfriend), the evening went to the cafe (bar, restaurant), ate, drank beer, wine or strong drink to taste. We have a holiday. We invited guests and sat down and drank. We were invited to the celebration, we go there and drink. We were simply invited to visit on weekends. We go fishing, hunting, and on nature. We sat down and ... Do not even want to continue.

Many of us can boast that they called friends somewhere that does not have to drink? And they all went and all did not drink. Rhetorical question, no answer required. In most cases the answer is obvious. No.

I'm not going to give up drinking. Honestly. I did not see this is no problem. Not at all. It so happened that I had a girl who, like me, loved sports. We were together in the morning to go to the "great". Then, when it was autumn, I started jogging in the morning. In winter it's time to skate and ski.

Do not think what this case is not a sport. I was regularly going to bed early, this coincided with jobs involving all hands at work. That is, I was just really no time to drink and meet friends.

"I came to" I'm just three months later and realized that I was a teetotaler for about 90 days. I have not noticed the changes on the fly, but then thought, and noticed that my head began to work more efficiently. Thinking became more clear, he could hold his head at the same time a lot more tasks to perform. But most importantly - I started to feel much better physically. Despite the jobs involving all hands at work, I easily transferred the load and did not have sleep disorders. And most importantly, I learned to relax. Moreover, the rest without the morning "... Damn, where I only bore, what happened yesterday to drink, and why it's a headache?"

The single word about the world: I like the blinders from the eyes disappeared. I began to notice something that previously I was not paying attention - the nature, weather, sky, stars.

Life just acquired a new quality. Previously, it seemed that the next day after drinking I "shined" ideas, "burned" at work, to gush forth with energy. Compared with the current state, it seems to nursery cracker - and even burning continuously. In its current form I'm stronger than that of the past, on his head!

But even then I was not going to finally say goodbye to alcohol. In my city, my colleague came from throned. He and I went to the bar, and then I realized what a hangover in a pure form of pure body. In the morning just finish! Moreover, finally back to normal only after I got a couple of days.

I firmly understand that the alcohol - it is poison! And do not feel that just because the body gets used to the injections in this ... it is as if to say, matter.
 

"Ruining people is not beer, water kills people!" - Once in the good old film "can not be!" Sung hero played by Vyacheslav innocent. Therefore, following the advice of a comedy character, again call your friends at a pub party. How will you entertain - your question. But than entertain - let me advise.

What beer you buy? Or cook yourself? And know how? I - no! The process is too complex - has been in the beer industry. And none of the brewers your secret will never reveal. Resolved beer buy in a store. Men - dark and strong, for the ladies - a light and bright. Or vice versa - someone like that. In Germany, I enjoyed the local beer "for a pregnant '- with caramel flavor, slightly reminiscent of our brew. C grade undecided. Getting cast on beer snacks.

Quick and dirty you can simply file a hunting sausages or dried fish. Incidentally, the same German beer in each hung posters in Russian - FISH - NO! Of course, what Russian does not sophisticated and did not bring with it dried vobla! And if you already have a favorite catch-drying, the case for small - more garbage bags.

And while we prepare
Rapid pancakes salmon "pink valley".

We need a jar of canned fish - salmon is better in its own juices. Opened up, mash with a fork. Melenko cut onions, lettuce better grades, 3 eggs and 100g flour. All mix. Not solim. Add a teaspoon of vegetable oil in mass and begin to cook pancakes. Fry on both sides, quickly and accurately. One dish for beer, we're done!

Of course, you can try with other canned food ... I can not vouch for the result!

Pie pita "for friends."

Great appetizer. And getting ready quickly. Especially those hozyayushek who is friends with oven. Need packing thin Armenian lavash. In her 3 or 4 large sheets. 0.5 liter of yogurt, 100 g of grated cheese or a mixture of the same amount of grated cheese and cottage cheese. 2 eggs.

Now quickly pull out a flat baking pan or large cast-iron skillet, grease it with oil and spread out one or two pita (all depends on the form) so that their edges are hanging down. This is a "veil" we will need to close the pie top. The remaining pitas are breaking into arbitrary pieces. Each of them dip into a mixture of yogurt and eggs. The mixture is lightly add some salt. A little squeeze pieces of pita bread and arbitrarily decompose within the next cake. All go to sleep with cheese or cheese with cottage cheese. Close dangling pieces of pita. Carefully so swaddled like a baby. Fill the remnants of yogurt. Obkladyvayut pieces of butter and 20 minutes in the oven. The temperature 180 degrees. Until golden brown. Vkusnotischa!

Krekerny boutique.

That's where a flight of fancy will be a must! Saltine crackers - our foundation. And that's all they would be on top - only on the wallet, and your eating habits depends.

You can spread butter on crackers, all sorts of pastas and salads:
- Avocado with shrimp or crab sticks and mayonnaise. Top - maslinka.
- A soft cheese plus horseradish, sour cream, ham. Top - green onion.
- Finely grated cheese, plus eggs, plus garlic, plus mayonnaise. Above - the kernel of a walnut half.
- Saut?ed mushrooms, plus grated cheese, plus the grated apple, pickled onions, plus, mayonnaise. Top - small gribochek.
- Red caviar with a slice of lemon.
- Liver pate. Top - slice of boiled egg.
- All your favorite salad ingredients should only be cut much smaller.
- A piece of salted fish. Top - a sprig of parsley.

Take a few dishes with boutiques. Decorate them with flowers from vegetables or a pattern of mayonnaise. And you will not be equal!

And maybe still try some pechenyushki bake? In! Cheese! Cheese - the most delicious beer each.

Cheese flagella "Funny family."

Need a processed cheese, a teaspoon of salt, a teaspoon of cumin, 1 egg, 200 grams of flour, 1 / 4 teaspoon baking soda.
 

The real picture in the use of beer is as follows:

The first victim is the stomach. Regular filling of the esophagus, stomach and intestinal fluid of alcoholic fermentation makes the elements of glands located in the walls of the stomach and producing gastric juices, produce excessive amounts of mucus, which over time causes them to atrophy. Beer aggressively annoying and poisons the mucous membranes.

Digestion because it is deficient, stagnant or food, undigested, enters the intestines. The result - the problem with a chair and gastritis. Incidentally, the chronic alcoholic gastritis accompanied by complaints of general weakness, depressed mood, decreased performance, a metallic taste and bitterness in the mouth, stomach pain, feeling of heaviness in the stomach.

Victim number two is the liver. Blow to the liver is put a real and tangible. Because its main task - the cleansing of the body of toxic substances that enter the body in different ways. Additional load on this same body as the fight with a beer violates its antitoxic function and may even lead to hepatitis.

Moreover, chronic hepatitis can occur a beer in a latent form, with no clearly defined symptoms, and if not curbed, then using only beer you can earn and cirrhosis of the liver. The pancreas also suffers from regular consumption of beer: drink inhibits the release of enzymes and the natural process of splitting of nutrients is disturbed.

Corpsmen in our body - the kidneys - are beginning to work with redoubled force when their boss "pulled" beer. Who ever drank intoxicating drink, knows how quickly it makes one want to go to the toilet. Scientifically it is called polyuria - enhanced diuresis. Irritant effect of alcohol on renal tissue increases their filtration capacity, which violates the natural processes of the kidneys regulate the internal environment (homeostasis) of the body. With such a powerful diuretic effect, the beer washes away from the body important "building materials" - the micro-and macronutrients, especially potassium, magnesium and vitamin C.

When failures occur potassium deficiency heart rate, pain in the calves, weakness in the legs. The lack of magnesium affects the mood - the person becomes irritable, tearful, poor sleep. Due to lack of vitamin C, reduced immunity, more likely to have colds. In the case of a running beer alcoholism can happen sclerosis of renal vessels, bleeding in the kidney, heart attacks and kidney disease, there may be pockets of dying. In the future due to the gradual destruction of alcohol dead cells are replaced by connective tissue, the kidney shrinks and shrinks.

A "beef heart"? It is a term used radiologists to whom refer "patients" complaining of more frequent heart rate, arrhythmia, high blood pressure, shortness of breath. Syndrome "beer heart", "beef heart" or "nylon stocking" - all terms are brothers.

"Oh, quit! Yes, leave! Do these phrases reflect the unpleasant consequences of such a sweet heart, which has become habitual, every evening of relaxation after work? Enough, enough! How much can you! So many accusations of this pleasant, refreshing, wonderful drink. In the summer, in the heat ... - And here you are with your sermons. Yes, go-ka you go to hell, eh? I'll go fetch a couple of bottles ... "