So there is beauty. Winter morning. It’s snowing, covering the earth with a white shroud. Snowflakes are like white fluffy stars. The streets became cozy, as if someone had put everything in its place. This wolf-schnitzel-winter removed the entire city into a fabulous outfit.
In contrast to this wonderful landscape on the outskirts of the city is a gray house. There, at this time, the young man woke up, for some reason he was always unhappy. He got out of bed, went to the window and saw a river, icebound, on which large snow flakes fell. The young man smiled, it was one of those few days when he was in a good mood. “Beauty!” he thought.
Field. Infinite emerald green sea of fragrant grass, over which scattered mottled flowers. There,...
So what is beauty? About her so much is written, she was admired at all times. Maybe it’s an attractive appearance, maybe a soul, maybe nature, maybe love?
Yes, all this is beauty, but, in my opinion, beauty is first of all harmony. Harmony in everything: in appearance, in the soul, in nature, in love. Beauty is present everywhere, but not everyone sees it, not everyone pays attention. Let’s look at ourselves and others, and then we will see something beautiful in our monotonous life, because “beauty will save the world”!