Mother… This word associates with something sweet, tender, nice and merciful. We are born little and defenseless to this world and at once we submerge in the heat of her love and anxiety. We listen to her soft voice while she sings songs over our beds and calm down.
When you walk around the park on one of the autumn days, it is impossible not to admire the beauty and quintessence of nature. Who can predict exactly when heavy autumn clouds will hide the tired sun for a long time, or how many rains, snows, light frosts there will be, while the earth will be covered in snow?
The problem of addiction is an issue of realization. Somebody considers that to drink a glass of beer at the end of the day brings no more harm than to eat a piece of cake. It is tasty, helps to relax and forget problems of the tense day. Others regard it as a usual habit, equating it with anticipation, expectation or even thirst. But there are others, who need to drain half bottle of whiskey in the evening to feel comfortable.
