English / 26.02.2020 / 2233


Nikolay Mokhov, author from the Dark Side of Business

...And the complaints started coming in from all over the Internet. We heard a quacking from the Facebook swamp:

— And my mum used to tell me: haven't you eaten too much? My mum's toxic!

"Toxes will never admit their mistakes!" the second frog answered her.

— My friend is in a toxic relationship. Her husband beats her, but she doesn't want to leave. I don't know, how do I save her? — was wondering an experienced toad.

People have learned new words: "toxic relationships" and "tox", that is, someone who humiliates friends and relatives. To begin with, they attached the label "tox" on their mothers. Who if not them is to blame for all this? And indeed, it's our mothers who gave birth to us in this world.

"Mummy, get me back in your tummy!" — begged the daughter, faced with another injustice in life. The mother just laughed in return...

I wrote this book to glorify myself, not you

When the mothers were dealt with, people's attention shifted to others.

— He's a "tox" and an abuser! It was a toxic relationship, that's what the therapist told me...

In short, it is difficult to find a companion who can't be blamed for toxic relationships. People, in general, are very unpleasant creatures, I knew that from childhood. So they also don't want to get any nicer. They don't set foot on the path of correction. Oh, those bitches!...

For any social phenomenon, the authors of the Dark Side have a story, like an experienced cheat has an ace up his sleeve. And today we have a story about Salvador Dali. He was a champion in toxic relations. Two-part and yet singular: both the victim and the rapist. Well, the fact that Dali humiliated others with his genius is intuitive to many. And the guy not only produced the paintings, that bastard also published a couple of books. In his autobiographies, he gladly trained in wit on his friends. The genius spared neither colors nor words. A ruthless tox.

— Dali, why did you put me in the book like that? — a famous comrade once couldn't stand it.

— I wrote this book to glorify myself, not you, — succinctly formulated the Spaniard.

But Dali also had the love of his life. Her name was Gala. Or rather, Elena Ivanovna Diakonova. For fans of numbers and those who are lazy to google — Gala was eleven years older than Dali. And this marriage wasn't approved by Salvador's parents or acquaintances.

— This lustful Russian needs only money from a genius!

And they were right. You can't argue with that. Dali gave money to Gala. Gala used this money to buy gifts and apartments for her younger lovers. She was in her fifties, and the age of her admirers was approaching eighteen. Her husband grew old, and freshmen of art academies are always young, drunk, and hardy in bed.

— It's a pity I can't satisfy more than four men at once! — Gala was sad.

The apogee was buying a castle for his beloved wife. That's where she had the orgies. Dali knew. He could only show up by invitation. Scandals, humiliations... It was all there, too. And by current standards, Salvador Dali had a terrible toxic relationship with his wife. It wasn't until she died that Salvador started to fade. When she was alive, no one believed Gala was a muse to him. After she died, it became obvious. Such a toxic muse.

The master wasn't looking for peace. That's why it's hard for me to imagine him complaining to a psychoanalyst:

— I can't do anything because I have a toxic relationship. It's a life-long psychological trauma...

Dali wasn't smoothing out the sharp one. He was making it even sharper... Maybe that's why he's earned the recognition of his genius during his lifetime.

Some people who like to speculate about energy will certainly ask:

— Why didn't Gala eat the energy of Salvador? Why didn't he turn into a sad cuckold?...

I'll answer that. Any relationship will hurt us, and any relationship (even the sweetest) can eat us up if we don't follow the two simple rules:

1. We live or just communicate with someone who is clearly not "ours". We have no common interests with him or her.
2. We don't control our time and our space.

More on the second one. Any substance beyond measure becomes poison. Communication beyond measure, even with a loving mother, can also take away power.

— My mother is coming to see me tomorrow. For a week... And I can already imagine how hard this week will be for me... What should I do? — the girl asks. It's very simple. That is what you say to the beloved mother:

— Mummy, I've set aside a whole day for you. You and I will go wherever you say. And we'll talk as much as we can.

And then you really talk and have fun all day. And the next day, you're quietly doing your thing.

— But she'll stay home. I mean, she's gonna complain about it...

So in this case, you can respond politely:

— Mummy, it's nice to come to my place, isn't it? And it's so nice to welcome you... And to have such a place to come, I have to work out my own business.

— Well, she's gonna purse up her lips. She'll chew on her lips and sit at home resentfully.

And this is her, mother's, choice. Our choice is to separate our time from public time. And to control that time and space. Salvador Dali was always in the studio, Gala was having fun in her castle. They'd meet in case there was a mutual desire. That's why Gala was Salvador's muse, a lover and a loyal friend, and not "the bitch who screwed up his whole life". Remember how it was in the old joke? She wanted to say to him at dinner: "Sweetie, pass the salt, please" and it turned out: "You, bastard, have ruined my whole life!"


His fingers were freezing from the cold. Gauntlets over the gloves, winter boots… None of this protected him from the harsh wind. The arctic ocean is nearby. Is that where the wind is blowing from?

— Brasileiro, why did you get distracted? Hook it up... — commanded the crew chief. He was making sure that the workers were quick at hanging the fish to dry.

Brasileiro looked at the cod with hatred. Cod, cod, cod... Those who never lived in northern Europe would not understand the significance of this fish. It would be shocking to find out that in the second half of the 20th century, there were three times when Iceland was ready to start a war with England over codfish.


Where does the price come from?

The Marxists took offense at me. We have an article called "Don Juan's Wall". In the article, I wrote about the unexpected consequences of quarantine. But I made an ideological mistake. I refused to consider the overproduction crisis as the cause of the Great Depression. And then it hit me.


Heavenly place

Far away from the yacht, closer to the shore, tourists were surfing the sea on water skis and jet skis. Children were wading in shallow water, and you could watch them from the little white house on the slope. From this house, you could hear the laughter of the vacationists, the squeals of the children and the roars of the engines. The housing in this area was blatantly called the “Heavenly place”. And in this heavenly place, an older couple was discussing their plans for the day:


How Fair Ladies Rule

“What is power? Who needs it?” a pretty girl asked me. It was a difficult question. Talking to a beautiful woman, you want to say something funny, something light-hearted. You want to tell a joke. But talking about power you’re one step away from seeming boring. Can I avoid this fate? I’m afraid no. I’ll have to write my answer, at the risk of being perceived as dull. Well, what else can I do? Maybe at least She’ll read it..?


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