Don't chase happiness: it is always within you. Pythagoras “It is better to cry from a psychologist than to laugh from a psychiatrist,” says the catchphrase. Gone are the terrible times when our country used psychiatry to get rid of unnecessary people. More and more often, Russians began to seek psychological help, realizing that a psychiatrist and a psychologist are two different categories of the social life of society. Psychology, as a science, rightfully stands on a par with linguistics, microsurgery, genetics, and so on... And the Russian people, for the most part, began to understand that they need to learn to live in society, learn to live in a family with a husband (wife), how to behave with your mother-in-law (mother-in-law), how to raise children in order to raise them psychosomatically healthy. Indeed, no one has ever taught us Russians the art of life, the psychotechnics of communicating with family, friends and strangers to us. Once, while sitting in On a bench in the park, my friend and I observed the following picture: a partially sighted, middle-aged, modestly dressed married couple was walking in the evening, before going to bed. The family needed to cross the road. There was a decent flow of cars. It was quite difficult for two disabled people with canes to reach the pedestrian crossing. The man gently stopped his woman, said something to her and began to carefully remove the white scarf from his wife’s neck, and then, still with love and great respect, he tied it on her hand. Watching this picture, my friend and I greatly admired the mutual respect and attitude of this couple towards each other. But what was our surprise when the woman, at the command of her husband, raised her hand up and began waving a white scarf, carefully descending from the pavement onto the roadway. The flow of cars stopped. The married couple successfully crossed the road, bowing to the drivers. The man, still with great respect and attention, did the procedure again, beautifully tying a scarf around his companion’s neck. We were overwhelmed with emotions, my friend and I never ceased to admire the intelligent mutual respect and attitude of this married couple towards each other. However, a few minutes later, another married couple tried to cross the road, still in the same place. The seemingly sloppily dressed, homeless family unit rushed to storm the roadway, insulting each other, including the drivers of passing cars, with obscene language. There was a smell of aggression in the air. Nervousness and anxiety instantly filled the surrounding space. As if on cue, my friend and I cowered from the flow of negativity coming from two people. They were never able to cross the road, having completely quarreled, becoming embittered at each other, the man and woman, like two beaten vicious dogs, wandered off alone. And we, two women, who were watching what was happening “with pain in our hearts,” simultaneously, without agreeing with each other, said: “Don’t value what you have.” These poor souls, people without hesitation, waste their only lives, poisoning and destroying everything around us with our behavior. This is how it happens in a family: we don’t see our vices, we destroy not only the people close to us, but also ourselves, poisoned by our own anger. A man who looked to be 30 years old came to see me. He talked emotionally about his problems, blaming everyone around him for his troubles: the friends he communicated with, his mother and brother with whom he lived, his wife whom he left a week ago, renting an apartment to punish her. To the question: “Why are they to blame for your troubles? I received the answer: “They all raise me, but I cannot be changed, it would be better if they accepted me as I am.” My next question: “How do you see your personal happiness, your personal life ?Answer: “I just want to live...” - in a weak, drooping voice.