Let at home, at work - everywhere
You are greeted with warmth and comfort,
May all days be only happy,
Peace, health and happiness await!

I wish you health
So that, in the wind, storm, heat and hail
You wouldn't even raise an eyebrow
Any weather would be great!

With all my heart and love
We wish you long- years.
Great happiness, good health,
Good deeds and labor victories.

He sent a donkey pack without a gift! Such an inauguration is not so easy to see. Healthy Dear Trux - Miracle Worker. We continue to be very proud of our customers. I wish you a pleasant day and success in your business. Libuje Balbovets Principal of School No. Kolsky Headquarters of the Deputy School of Gluboka Diplek at the midday zenith.

Today we were booked with several wheelchairs. Thank you very much for the prompt delivery. They are good, the children are very happy! We also have a blackboard from you at school - maybe 14 days old. Many satisfied customers and success in your work!

We wish you happiness, health, success,
Tenderness, affection, joy, laughter,
We wish you to live peacefully with your family,
With a song to go through life, do not grieve!
We wish you happiness, bright days,
Health, which is the most valuable
The roads of life are more authentic
And a lot of joy on it!

Your family is famous for bread and salt,
From all our wishes -
Be healthy, let the guests not decrease
Yes, there will be a full bowl of caviar!

Good afternoon, today we have a sponsorship for Father's Day. We would like to thank this firm for you in this way. In both years, the nobility of the furniture loved us, as well as the children. We appreciate the appointment with you and your staff who always put us at the door and we believe that we will also be contacting your company over the next few years to supply NSC.

It happened exactly according to my ideas and desires. Your parent values ​​both first and second grade children. We want to tell you your grace and gratitude that you are interested in us, and especially that you can send your money to our company. There is a great rebellion at the moment and it is very sad that there are no people like you. Therefore, take our gratitude from us and we wish you to come to the firm and have a healthy and long life in love and honor.

God bless you from life's troubles,
From serious illnesses, mental anxieties.
Let there be more cloudless days
Warmed by the love of relatives and friends!

You can’t buy it and you won’t find it in a lottery ticket,
By the tail, alas, you will not catch him either.
You will only find it once in your life,
And I hope you never lose!
Health!

Thank you for your kitchen, the children are very kind and you can see that you and your colleagues are able to understand children. During the holidays, we will paint and install the kitchen in another part of the pediatrics, and then we will give you a photo of how bad you are playing.

We wish you and your colleagues a pleasant summer and many good days. For "The Elephant" by Mari Rumanova, director. They reach old times and habits that best express the Bulgarian ethnic identity, which proves the development of a culture that, despite many dangers, managed to survive.

I wish you health,
After all, it is always useful
Well, everything else
You yourself are able to achieve.

I wish you to laugh everywhere and always,
Then you will never be cold!
May laughter lengthen your life every day,
And let your health strengthen!

Be healthy, don't get sick
So as not to infect friends.

Health Day! On this day
It's not too lazy to congratulate friends!
Congratulations, congratulations
I wish you happiness, joy.
Well, and, most importantly, health!
This is the main condition
For a happy life
For resounding joy,
For strong family
And for the laugh of a child!
Help you with this
Sports and diet
Day mode
And weekend walks
In the fresh air
Country house work...
There will be health - There will be luck!

Survival folklore festival, one of the Bulgarian traditions. New Year's Eve julian calendar, like Christmas, thirteen days later than Gregorian calendar, used by Catholics and arriving at night from the 13th of January 14th. It is celebrated by Orthodox and Greek Catholics. After midnight when it comes New Year, Survakari departs from their homes with decorated cereal ears, expresses wishes for health and long life. Decorated ears are called remnants, which are beaten on the back. This traditional New Year's custom allows children to hit adults on their backs.

I have an important message for you
You haven't heard this anywhere.
On this day, my wish is
So that you never get sick.

I want to tell you today, friend,
That sadness or melancholy replaces happiness,
Be healthy, not only sneezing.
Stay healthy in April and May.
Be healthy in the morning and in the evening.
Be healthy now and forever!

Thus, children make New Year wishes to adults. Another Christmas tradition is to visit kolendari at home, who walk around the house before Christmas Eve and wish. The cilantro card is a long carved oak stick called a colander. The rite of kolendari combines songs, dances and blessings.

Martha's grandmother is then visited at home and people exchange amulets made of red and white yarn called martensites. This amulet is supposed to provide happiness and health and protect you from misfortune. It only works if you wear it as a necklace or bracelet until you see the first stork or swallow it. At the beginning of spring, kukeri is celebrated, a ritual for which each participant prepares an ornate mask. The richness of the decorations testifies only to the artistic mind of the shell and its skills. Participants, in addition to masks, wear colorful clothes decorated with themselves.

Let the years go
Only you my friend
Trouble does not touch
And no illness.

We wish you to live more than a hundred years,
And so that your immunity does not let you down,
We want to save children from colds,
And so that you do not have to get sick at all!
And on the day of health we want to tell you
What you need to be careful not to freeze,
To keep family and friends healthy
You need to trust skilled doctors!

The main point of the rite is the symbolism of plowing and sowing, which predicts a bountiful harvest of fields and orchards. For Easter, as in Poland, painted Easter eggs, but according to the Bulgarian tradition, this is done on Maundy Thursday or Saturday. The eldest woman from the family begins to draw, symbolically marking the sign of the cross on the foreheads of the children and the rest of the family. The ancient belief that eggs have magical and healing powers survives today.

In addition to folk traditions you can also enjoy rich culinary traditions and wine production. The origin of the vines in the territory is attributed to Trakom, considered one of the best ancient winemakers. The first vineyards were established along the Marik River and in coastal areas. Until now, the traditional tradition of wine. In addition to wines, you can enjoy excellent cuisine with lots of original spices.

Beautiful wishes for health and well-being

Be healthy! Health will be
You will be joyful and happy
All troubles will recede
Luck will find in all matters!

After all, you can earn money
Health same, no one will buy.
Easy to take care of -
But it will serve you!

How do we want today?
Wish from the heart
You health and joy
and all the best along the way.

May good people
Surround always
And smiles and joy
We wish you!

Inspiration and health
For many centuries!
Let there be mood
Uplifted by you!

cloudless weather,
Lucky in all matters
In any season
Spring is blooming in my heart!

Health, joy and laughter,
Everywhere in everything you success
And as much happiness as you need
So that the soul would be glad
And to have fun
And what was planned came true.


Happiness, health and well-being
On this momentous day, we will present
To make your life much cooler now!
Well, the rest, buy later!

Beautiful health wishes

I wish you health
It is what we need most.
More than happiness and peace
After all, without health there is no health.
Health is an important support
Life is fun to go.
And I wish in this life
It's healthy to walk this path.

I want to wish you health
And don't worry about anything
Let it not fail
Well, it will bring joy

Let dreams come true
After all, life is full of beauty
And to achieve your goal
You have to work hard

And have good health
Well, do not endure trouble
May God send health
Well, let him leave happiness.

We wish peace on earth
And bread and salt on the table
And so that health is strong,
And never failed
So that joy knocks on the house
Morning, evening and afternoon!

We wish you good health
What is the most valuable thing in life
Cherish a cherished dream
With all my heart strive for it.

May all wishes come true
Life will always be generous
We wish you understanding in everything,
Health, warmth and kindness!


We wish you health, happiness, good luck,
In everyday matters of luck,
Let any task be possible,
And the mood is always wonderful!

Beautiful wishes for happiness health good luck

We wish you happiness and luck
Good luck in everything, mood.
Love, reciprocity, warmth,
So that only friends are near,
So that all your wishes come true
And all worries were forgotten.

Let everything in life be as it is, -
Sincerity, warmth, care,
And a happy family pleases
As well as daily work.
May the sky be clear above you
Let life be kindly bright
Live surrounded by friends
And all the best to you, health and warmth!

We all wish you anytime
Warmth and happiness, light and goodness,
So that life is!
For the seed to grow
May tomorrow be better than yesterday!

God bless you and happiness,
Love - forest snowdrop,
so that, being in spring power.,
you blossomed again, again.
God bless you in your decisions
And the multiplication of the best qualities,
Great relationship with children
And understanding eccentricities
God bless you in your work
and win the battle with longing,
So that the sea of ​​affection does not grow shallow
And never know peace.

Good health for years
And many happy moments
And fleeting adversity
let the clouds float away
Family friendship and harmony,
Success in life and work
And most importantly - great happiness
We wish you.

Good health, kindness!
Attention, love, warmth and happiness!
May your hopes and dreams come true
Pleasantly surprises life more often!
And luck pleases day after day,
The world will become brighter, and business will be more successful!
And waiting for a cozy, bright house,
In which everyone will understand and everyone will support!

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I wish you happiness, health, long life and the Kingdom of Heaven

Do you know what childhood is? This is the time not subject to death. Eternity. And it seems impossible to take it away. No one will be able to do it. How can you steal eternity?.. Childhood?..

I believed that the dead could come at night. I heard their seemingly noiseless steps on the old parquet of my native house. I heard how the late grandfather grunted in his bedroom, how he unlocked the creaking shelves of the secretary in search of his cigarettes.
I was not afraid, my grandmother taught me not to be afraid:
- This is your grandfather, - she reassured me after the first visit of the ghost, - he will never touch you, on the contrary, he will protect and save. Grandfather Vitya comes for his cigarettes, after all he smoked all his life, and now he walks around. There, after all, they, granddaughters, do not have tobacco.

The house where I was born always seemed alive to me. And he lived - he breathed, moaned, buzzed with frosty winter nights. Dozing, sniffling and hooting on a sultry June day. The house was talking. Grandmother sometimes sits by the stove to knit and whispers, and the house falls silent, listening to the whisper of the old woman, only the fire hums and the cat Vaska purrs.
With me, the house, too, no, no, but speak. You climb, for example, into the attic, and he bang-bang - and in front of his very nose he slams the door: “There is nothing for you to do there,” that means. Or late at night, when the wind is howling in the chimney and the snow is pounding on the windows, the house casts its magical charms: the song of the cricket, the purring of the cat, the snoring of the father ... sweet wonderful dreams.
He always knows what is needed at home, when to warm it up, so that no one catches a cold, when to refresh the rooms with blissful coolness. The house has eyes and ears, it knows everything and can. My home is my castle. There is nothing to be afraid of him.
I grew up in the bosom of my native home and believed that here, in it, my children and the children of my children would grow up, and ...

There was a huge garden around the house. Grapes, apricots, plums, cherries... Beds with lettuce, peppers, tomatoes, eggplants, cucumbers... And all in flowers. Grandmother loved roses, mother loved daisies, I pansies, and we also grew daffodils, peonies, lilacs ...
The garden made friends with the house, but how could it be otherwise? .. For more than one hundred years they have been together, the two of them, have helped my family survive. Having survived wars, earthquakes, divorces and weddings, illnesses and happiness…

At the age of ten, I made the first birdhouse with my own hands. Mine. We had many bird houses, ten, and this was mine. He nailed it to a pole near the gate and, like a man possessed, waited for the first guests. These were starlings. They settled on March 8, on a bright sunny women's day, and soon the first chicks announced the birth of a new spring to the whole garden.

I was terribly fond of drawing - I don’t even remember how I learned it.
“You were born with a pencil,” my mother joked.
All my childhood was in drawings. I drew everything. Mom, dad, grandmother, dog Rex, cat Vaska, older sister (who by that time already lived in another country), a garden, apples in a vase, the sky, cracks in the pavement, a rainbow, a house ...
I drew a grandfather, whom I had never seen, only in old photographs, and somehow, I remember, in the evening, then I was walking pouring rain, in brown watercolor sketched a portrait of ... a brownie.
There were also plastic models of airplanes glued together in the room. I liked the plane on water cushions the most. He hung over the bed, and when there was a draft, it seemed that he was hovering over my head and was about to fly off to a fairy-tale land where all toy planes live, flapping his blue and white wings in farewell...

We had supper, and on weekends we had breakfast and lunch with the whole family in the living room. I liked it when everyone got together. Grandmother said that grandfather is with us at such moments. She put a glass of vodka covered with a piece of bread for him on the table. She was baptized.
We watched TV together in the evenings. Finding a compromise between watching the next episode of the series "The Rich Also Cry", a program about sports and "Children of Captain Grant".

The house always smelled good. Mother's perfume (although mothers have their own, motherly, unlike anything without perfume), grandmother's honey braids and pies with jam, father's tools - grimy, they were stored in the workshop, smeared with grease, and my watercolors mixed with plasticine and glue...
That's what childhood smells like.

My most cherished place in the house, of course, was the attic, my father and I were going to remake it into my room, but, as dad said: "All hands did not reach." When I managed to get there, I imagined myself as a discoverer, archaeologist, treasure hunter... Rummaging through an endless string of old magazines, books, photographs, newspapers, every time I found something valuable for myself, forgotten, lost by everyone...
I found my great-great-grandmother's old tarot cards, decrepit, witchcraft. I knew that there were sorcerers in my family - both good and bad. In a suitcase from under holey galoshes, he pulled out a cigarette case, probably a great-grandfather. The cigarette case contained old yellowed letters from a certain Marie, she lived in France and hoped to meet with Jacob unknown to me in a place called Mont Blanc, that's all I could make out.
Behind a dusty dressing table with a broken mirror, he found cartridges wrapped in burlap, and immediately hid them. Echoes of a monstrous war.
Earrings, broken chains and photographs, newspaper and magazine clippings about aliens, the Tunguska meteorite and Bigfoot... he kept all these treasures here in the attic, and here he went through them, admiring, not forgetting to listen every minute to the rustles and voices from below.
Yeah, granny came into the living room, grumbles at Vaska, and this is mom sitting on the sofa. He is checking my school diary, a drill is buzzing in his father's workshop, and then there is a sharp sound, like a scream. It is not uncommon in our house, but then, that morning in the attic, when I heard it, I shuddered. For the first time.
- Hello, my good ones!
Aunt came to take a bath.

Sometimes she came once a week, “to take a steam bath, a bath is still better than a bath,” sometimes once a month.
Aunt Galya lived not far from us (fifteen minutes walk), in a two-story house, in a two-room apartment with her alcoholic husband, Uncle Pasha, and son Valentin, then he served in the army in Germany. Aunt Galya - elder sister dad, she also lived in the house until she got married. Now he only comes to visit for birthdays and even take a steam bath:
- A bath is the best medicine, - says Aunt Galya, - I would know how I would live, I would never exchange a bath for marriage.

After water procedures a flushed, ruddy aunt always drank tea with her grandmother on the veranda. Sometimes I drank tea with them.
- It would be necessary to whitewash the house, mom, and the roof is leaking in the bathhouse, what is there - just, or something, lost weight? ..
Grandma agreed.
- Only everyone works, they’ll go on vacation, then ...
Aunt Galya clicked her tongue displeasedly and blew on hot tea in a saucer.
What about grandchildren? - she said, - one left, soon the second will grow up and leave, right, Gleb?
Silent. Grandmother hugged me and answered:
- No, my granddaughters will not leave me, Glebushka and I will plant two more beds of royal tomatoes and daisies along the fence. And who will water the vineyard?!
I swore. I won't leave. I won't quit.
- We will whitewash the house in pink color yes, grandma?
Aunt clattered and blew loudly at the tea.

We had a large library, even from our great-grandfather.
Three walls of shelves to the ceiling, filled with books in two rows.
twenty volumes Soviet encyclopedia, collected works of Lenin, Tolstoy, Yesenin, Gorky, Dreiser, Dumas, Conan Doyle, Jules Verne ... Fairy tales, fantasy, cookery books, a young fighter course, how to cross stitch, dictionaries on English language, German, Azerbaijani ...
I tried to count all the books, I got lost at one thousand two hundred and ten ...
The house is like a book. Books will tell a lot about those people who carefully keep them, saving them from dust and oblivion...
I learned to read early and realized that with a book you can live a different life, not the one outside the door. I realized early on that sooner or later, I would have to close the book (not always reading it to the end) and open the door. Take a step into life.

The war between two peoples, two nationalities for a piece of land turned everything upside down. Neighbors - enemies, close - distant ... Then at twelve I first learned what it means to run. And what is it like to be a refugee.
We didn't leave the house empty, we didn't leave the garden. Granny. She stayed.
- Where should I run, here are my parents, my grandfather, my son, Dunya, my friends ... My graves will call me. I will not go. I will stay. I will wait for someone to return. The house after all cannot be one, without supervision. Gets bored and…
There was still Aunt Galya with her drunken husband and unemployed son. She did not want to leave her two-room comfortable apartment, and she had no one to go to.
We left, we ran. They left everything and left.
Mom was afraid for me, I was the only Russian speaker left in the class, dad could fall (and probably would have) under the general mobilization of men under forty-five years old ...
They didn't say goodbye to the house. I was sure that we were moving for a short time, that we would return. Granny cried, aunt too, uncle Pasha drank diluted alcohol for a soft landing ...

Russia met the guests not in a motherly way. We failed to obtain refugee status. Forced migrants - that's what we have become. The Russians do not need Russians, just as they do not need us - our persecutors. Man to man...
So they lived on rented apartments, in hostels with only one thought of returning. At least that's what I wanted. Returns.
A year and another year. And now my mother already has a permanent, well-paid job, with which she is satisfied. So dad no longer lives with us, but with some woman in a neighboring village. So I'm a second-year student at a humanitarian lyceum, I have a lot of friends, a girlfriend, a new hobby - theater ...
We exchange rare, mean letters with the house. Letters go for a long time from one end of the earth to another. Sometimes you forget what you wrote about ...
Grandmother writes little, sees badly, scribbles a couple of lines, blots them with her tears, Aunt Galya writes. He writes how the house is falling apart, how the garden is withering. As all of them are waiting for us, at least someone.
I promise to come, move. Come back home.

“There are no more persecutions here, no one touches us,” granny writes, “life is getting settled. The president is good. I would come, granddaughters, otherwise someone’s house ... Your sister is far away, Aunt Galya is also not young, she can’t cope. Would come, dear. Otherwise, our house will be lost ... I began to walk very badly, my eyes do not see. And that's why I write like this, forgive your grandmother ... "

I read letters and wept quietly. About myself. Hiding in the bathroom. I wanted, I honestly wanted to leave. Home. But how is mom? How is study? And the sister from abroad writes that she is going to, but she still won’t. Either one or the other...
And so five years passed.
Letters from home stopped coming six months ago. I tried to call my aunt - silence.
I talked to my sister, she also can not get through.
And, as always happens in this life, and life is sharp in turns (once and again ...) - a telegram: “I sold the house. She shared the money. I will send. Grandma lives with me. I bought a cell phone. Call the number now…”

For a long time I could not understand. Believe. "Sold the house." It's so simple. Once and…
"Shared the money." What money can there be if the house is priceless?! "I will send"...
Tears have their own nature, sometimes they are not subject to you. They live their lives - another, not yours. Flow. Flowing…
I heard a scream. Inside yourself. Alive. Human. Scream. And covered his head with his hands. It seemed that I dozed off for a moment and in that moment I saw how the caterpillars of the bulldozer turned the house into dust. Scream. I screamed. Along with the house. Screaming.
Trying to shout over the roar of bulldozers, crumbling, destroying ...
"Sold the house."
My plastic planes were on fire, the one on water cushions tried to escape, escape from the flames, smoke and dust - could not, it was crushed by a piece of brick. Mother's vases and dishes were broken. Glass, figurines, paintings, books, childhood were scattered to smithereens...

Woke up wet with sweat. Trembling. The gray morning was staring out the window. Depression. He lit a cigarette, never allowed himself to do so in the room. Sat on the edge of the sofa.
Granny was crying into the phone, refused to talk to her aunt.
“Isn’t it possible to come up with something, to report at least somehow. This is our house...
Grandma was crying.
I know, Aunt Galya decided everything. Beloved and dear.
“How long could you wait! And so they waited five years! We took care of the house as best we could! But is grandmother's pension enough to support the house, take care of the garden?! She is no longer young, she has exchanged her eighth decade! And I have a sick son, a husband! Do you still need an old house, or do you not need it ?! So I decided ... I felt sorry for the bathhouse, of course, it was to tears, now I have to go to the public one ... "

The house is no more. Childhood remained there, under the rubble of a destroyed house. Childhood, and therefore eternity. Do you know what childhood is? This time is not subject to death ...
See how easy it is to kill eternity.
Yes, but do you know how much eternity costs?
200 US dollars - exactly how much, according to my aunt's calculations, "shared the money", I received it.
“And I sold it for a penny, there was no way out, and who needs this wrecked thing, now there is a three-story cottage ...”

Grandmother died a month after the sale of the house. Didn't survive. She went after. How can we live now?.. Without the past?.. Without eternity?..
I flew for Grandma's nine days, it was stuffy in the cabin. I watched the white-and-blue stripes flicker behind the glass of the porthole, and thought: how can I look my aunt in the eyes? (Only in childhood there is no place for betrayal). How will I speak? (When all is said and done.) What can I say goodbye? (Saying goodbye forever)
And suddenly I remembered how a long time ago, on a day off, the whole family gathered for dinner in the living room (and grandfather must have been with us). We were celebrating Aunt Galya's birthday (an anniversary, in my opinion), when I was asked to wish something to my aunt, I blurted out without hesitation:
- Dear aunt, I wish you happiness, health, long life and ... (here I thought for a while) and the Kingdom of Heaven!
The living room became quiet. (Once and...). Aunt coughed into a napkin.
Uncle Pasha was the first to laugh, then I...
- That's the toast, - my aunt said through a smile, - I'll never forget.
The age was coming to an end.
Once and…
The plane was landing.