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I'm forty years old, I went to school, I studied and pondered, I gained knowledge and experience, refined through the filter of passions, hardened through the anvil of experiences, every year I became colder and more brittle - I didn't believe in anything anymore, and it didn't occur to me that I could ever be so naive again, but no. nothing used, experience does not hold back, knowledge does not sober up - the fire of passion chews its way through cynicism like dry wood that has been rotting for years.