Korejski crveni ginseng je prirodni dodatak koji se često koristi u borbi protiv umora i stresa, dok poboljšava fizičke i mentalne sposobnosti1. Također pomaže u normalizaciji šećera u krvi1. Proizvod koji spominjete sadrži 55 mg korejskog crvenog ginsenga po jedinici i prodaje se u pakiranjima od 100 jedinica2. Certificirano je bez glutena2.

Međutim, važno je napomenuti da, iako je korejski crveni ginseng prirodni dodatak, može stupiti u interakciju s određenim lijekovima i možda nije prikladan za svakoga. Na primjer, preporučuje se konzultirati se sa zdravstvenim radnikom prije uporabe ako ste trudni ili dojite, ako uzimate antidepresive, lijekove za razrjeđivanje krvi ili digoksin, ili ako imate dijabetes2. Neki ljudi također mogu osjetiti nesanicu, tjeskobu ili glavobolju nakon uzimanja korejskog crvenog ginsenga2. Uvijek se preporučuje konzultirati se sa zdravstvenim djelatnikom prije nego počnete uzimati bilo koji novi dodatak ili lijek.
 

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Stranac-MOJA KOLUMNA-LADISLAV&Z.....

Nekoliko godina nakon što sam došao, na svijet, moj tata je upoznao stranca koji je tek došao u naš gradić. Od samog početka tata je bio opčinjen pridošlicom i brzo ga pozvao da živi s našom porodicom. Stranca smo brzo prihvatili i od tada je živio sa nama.

Dok sam odrastao, niti jednom se nisam zapitao., o njegovoj ulozi u našoj obitelji. U mom dječjem umu on je imao posebno mjesto. Roditelji su me odgajali komplementarno: majka me učila da razlikujem dobro od zla, a otac me učio da budem poslušna. Ali stranac, on je bio pripovjedač. On bi nas držao opčinjene satima svojim avanturama, misterijama i komedijama.

Kad sam željelo, saznati nešto o politici, povijesti ili nauci, on je uvijek znao sve odgovore o prošlosti, razumio je sadašnjost i činilo se da je čak u stanju predvidjeti budućnost! Moju obitelj je odveo na prvu veliki nogometnu utakmicu. Nasmijavao me i rastuživao. Stranac nikad nije prestajao pričati, ali tati to izgleda nije smetalo.

Ponekad, mama bi tiho ustajala i odlazila u kuhinju gdje je bilo tiho i mirno, dok smo mi jedni druge stišavali da čujemo što nam ima reći. Danas se pitam je li se ikada molila da stranac ode iz našeg doma.

Tata je upravljao našim domom s određenim moralnim normama, ali stranac nikad nije osjećao obavezu da ih prati.

Naš dugogodišnji posjetilac, s druge strane, glatko bi se provlačio s psovkama koje su parale moje uši i tatu tjerale da pobjesni, a mamu da pocrveni. Tata nije dozvoljavao konzumiranje alkohola, ali nas je stranac poticao da ga redovno pijemo. On je učinio cigarete da izgledaju privlačno, cigare džentlmenski, a muštikle profinjeno.

Slobodno je govorio o seksu, čak i previše. Njegovi komentari su ponekad bili provokativni, ponekad sugestivni, a ponekad jednostavno besramni.

Danas znam da su moja shvaćanja o ljubavnim vezama u velikoj mjeri formirale strančeve priče. Iz dana u dan stranac je proturječio vrijednostima mojih roditelja, ali su ga ipak rijetko ušutkivali. I NIKAD ga nisu zamolili da napusti našu kuću!

Više od 40 godina je prošlo otkad se stranac uselio u život naše obitelji. Jako se brzo uklopio pa danas ni izbliza ne izgleda tako očaravajući kao što je bio s početka. Međutim, čak i ako danas uđete u kuću mojih roditelja i dalje ćete ga pronaći kako sjedi u svom kutu, iščekujući nekoga tko će ga saslušati, da priča s njim dok mu pokazuje svoje slike.

Kako se zvao stranac?

Mi smo ga jednostavno zvali–TV. U međuvremenu je dobio i suprugu. Zovemo je kompjuter.

Njihovo prvo dijete zovemo mobilni telefon.

A njihovo drugo dijete – Facebook.

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Stranger-MY COLUMN-LADISLAV&Z..... A few years after I came into the world, my dad met a stranger who had just arrived in our town. From the very beginning, dad was fascinated by the newcomer and quickly invited him to live with our family. We quickly accepted the stranger and he lived with us ever since. When I was growing up, I never once wondered about his role in our family. He had a special place in my childhood mind. My parents raised me in a complementary way: my mother taught me to distinguish between good and evil, and my father taught me to be obedient. But a stranger, he was a storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours with his adventures, mysteries and comedies. When I wanted to learn something about politics, history or science, he always knew all the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed to be able to predict the future! He took my family to the first big football game. He made me laugh and sad. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind. Sometimes, mom would quietly get up and go to the kitchen where it was quiet and peaceful, while we hushed each other to hear what she had to say. Today I wonder if she ever prayed for a stranger to leave our home. Dad ran our home with certain moral standards, but a stranger never felt obligated to follow them. Our long-time visitor, on the other hand, would slide smoothly through with profanities that would rip my ears apart and make Dad furious and Mom blush. Dad did not allow alcohol consumption, but the stranger encouraged us to drink it regularly. He made cigarettes look attractive, cigars gentlemanly, and mouthpieces refined. He talked freely about sex, even too much. His comments were sometimes provocative, sometimes suggestive, and sometimes just plain shameless. Today I know that my understanding of love relationships was largely shaped by the stories of strangers. Day after day, the stranger contradicted my parents' values, but they rarely silenced him. And they NEVER asked him to leave our house! More than 40 years have passed since a stranger moved into our family's life. He adapted very quickly, so today he doesn't look nearly as charming as he did in the beginning. However, even if you walk into my parents' house today, you'll still find him sitting in his corner, waiting for someone to listen, to talk to him while showing him his pictures. What was the stranger's name? We simply called it – TV. In the meantime, he also got a wife. We call it the computer. We call their first child a mobile phone. And their second child – Facebok..........

 

MOJA POEZIJA;Valsidal Civonaviz..........ŠTO JE LJUDI VAMA?STA SE DESAVA., ,SA VAMA-!?Što je ljudi vama čemu ta galama?

Male su vam plaće i mirovine

na grbaču sjele vam orlovine

i kljucaju mozak tiho, bez buke,

uzalud vaše ispružene ruke.

Njihov alat je politika, mrziteljica zdravog razuma,

zakulisna dama što zakone piše

i zdrav razum gumicom briše.You must sign in to vote

Izgleda da mržnja, više nego ljubav

tjera nas da poduzmemo nešto.

Iako rezultat ne bude očekivan.Sta ce biti sa nama?

Zapravo, ništa dobro ni ne proklija-Ako to dobro ne rodi?

iz postupka začetog prijezirom

i osvetom.Mi cemo totalno propasti!

Ali barem pobudi zanimanje.Otvori Dusu i Srce.,barem da te ljubav grije.,

Učini nas primjetnima.Daj doprinos dobra.,da sve uspije i proklija.,

Zato mnogi odluče skinuti sve sa sebe

stati na sred gradskog trga.,da pokazu dobra djela.,Da se ljubav ne potrga;

I staviti na sebe natpis.,Pun sam lJubavi i ako sam.,

“Seljak”.

Jer tko bi volio seljaka u gradu?

Ili točnije onoga tko pjeva i poeziju pise,

Tko bi volio umjetnika

koji mu ne maže oči da pokrije i dok pjeva i pise,

Nego u njegove ruke stavlja kemisku i mikrofon,da pjeva i pise,

oruđe moći

i znanja.i dobrote,

Kad čovjeka pitaš

“A kakav bi ti bio na mom mjestu?”i jeli se i ovo tebe tice?

On ne bi bio umjetnik.

Bio bi taj Seljak.-Koji pjeva i pise!Valsidal Civonaviz..........WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU-!? What is wrong with you people, why all the commotion?

Your salaries and pensions are low

eagles are sitting on your hump

and peck the brain quietly, without noise,

your outstretched hands are in vain.

Their tool is politics, the hater of common sense,

the lady behind the scenes who writes the laws

and common sense erases with an eraser. You must sign in to vote

It seems that hate, more than love

it forces us to take action.

Even if the result is not as expected. What will happen to us?

In fact, nothing good even sprouts - If it doesn't produce good?

from a procedure conceived in contempt

and revenge. We will totally fail!

But at least arouse interest. Open your soul and heart, at least let love warm you.

Make us noticeable. Give a contribution of good., so that everything succeeds and germinates.,

That's why many decide to take everything off themselves

stand in the middle of the town square., to show good deeds., so that love is not torn;

And put an inscription on myself., I am full of love even if I am alone.

"Peasant".

Because who would love a peasant in the city?

Or more precisely the one who sings and writes poetry,

Who would love an artist

who does not rub his eyes to cover them even when he sings and writes,

Instead, he puts a chemical and a microphone in his hands, so that he can sing and write,

a tool of power

and knowledge and kindness,

When you ask a man

"And what would you be like in my place?" and does this also concern you?

He would not be an artist.

He would be that Peasant. - Who sings and writes!

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Valsidal Civonaviz.......