Отправлено: 09.06.10 09:59. Заголовок: Харизма — это особое..
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Харизма — это особое свойство, благодаря которому человека оценивают как одаренного особыми качествами и способного оказывать эффективное влияние на других.
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«Харизмой называется качество личности, признаваемое необычайным, благодаря которому она оценивается, как одаренная сверхъестественными, сверхчеловеческими или, по меньшей мере, специфически особыми силами и свойствами, не доступными другим людям».
(выделение мое) Простое "нравится" все же не абсольютно равно эффективное влияние, и наделеность сверхъестествеными качествами, не так ли Нравится и омлет с сыром может, от этого он харизматичней не станет.
Where's the pain in the violent night? I'm depressed by the grin I stay over many years I should have thought of that For the love of the money Like a black-hearted violin It's the nature of being
It's too many lonely nights I can't tell bad from wrong I can't pass you by Too exchanging You've been around But you've changed me
Where the flesh meets the spirit world Where the traffic is thin I slip from a vacant view I should have thought of that And the sound of tomorrow Like a black-hearted vile thing Like the silence of tension
It's too many lonely nights I can't tell good from bad I can't pass you by Too exchanging You've been around But you've changed me
She came Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee She came Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago She came Blood on the rise, it's following me Think about the break of day
She came and then she drove away Sunlight in her hair
She came Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness She came Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh She came Yeah the river runs red down the legs of a city She came The women are crying red rivers of weepin'
She came into town and then she drove away Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice Blood in my love in the terrible summer Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.
Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers Blood will be born in the birth of a nation Blood is the rose of mysterious union
There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago Blood on the rise, it's following me
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